request:!!angst alert!! can i request our favorite ladies man, johnny storm? reader is sue's best friend? they've been friends since they were young and she's been in love with johnny since then? but it's unrequited? i need some johnny angst skkdkdkdkf (happy ending up to you🥺🤍) - chris/colby whore
summary: all you wanted was him, but he would never be yours.
word count: 1,676
warnings?: angst city, insecure reader, not proofread, probably not great lmao
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The worst thing about love, in your not-so-humble opinion, was when it hurt. When it ached. When it left you wanting and wanting, but never giving to dull the pain. When it's so strong that it makes you bleed. It almost made you hate love. Almost made you decide that love was the worst thing in the world, that you would be better off ridding it from your life entirely. But, there was something almost...sweet in the pain. The intensity of it all was alluring. Knowing that such strong emotions existed, that you would give it all up to be with the one you cared for most.
It was such a damn shame, though, that the one you cared for most was the one who would never love you back.
You grew up living next door to the Storm family. Your parents were often busy, so you had many playdates with Sue and her younger brother Johnny. Most days, you were with Sue. Some sort of thing were the girls had to play girl things while Johnny played boy things. It was for the best, though. He loved running into the room, tugging on your hair, teasing you until you were near tears, then running away to find the next adventure. For a long time, you hated him. You hated the way he picked on you. But, when you complained to the adults in your life, they dismissed it with the age old saying "if he's mean to you, that means he likes you".
When you got older, the dislike for Johnny turned into something else. People say that hate is not the opposite of love, that they're actually much closer than one would have you to believe. And you knew that to be true when you were getting ready for the prom, giggling with Sue as you did your makeup, and Johnny came into the room, needing help tying his bowtie. You returned the cap to your lipstick, setting it on the vanity, and walked over to him.
You adjusted the tie to where it needed to be, then crossed the longer end over the shorter end. "So, who's the poor girl who's gotta tolerate you tonight?" you asked, an odd sense of nervousness blooming in your chest. Did he always smell this nice? Were his eyes always so pretty?
"Alyssa Addison," he said, his chest puffing out slightly.
Oh, of course. The most popular girl in school. Yeah, that would make sense.
Except, why did you care? Sure, Johnny was nice, and funny, and, well, attractive. But you grew up with him. You grew up annoyed with him. Why did you feel that nervousness evolve into envy? Why did you care that Alyssa Addison was going to the prom with Johnny? Why did you care that it wasn't you who would get to enjoy all the cheesy photos and awkward slow dances?
