Chapter 8

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Johnny and I had a great walk at the beach and he left shortly after because he had some music stuff to deal with at Zacky's house. I honestly missed him. I decided to text him to make sure he was ok.

Me: Hi. Are you okay?

Johnny: Yes, I am. Are you?

Me: Always. Wanna come back over when you're done? I miss you.

Johnny: Of course.

I also had bad separation anxiety. I had loads of problems. But at least I never got diagnosed with depression. I was always happy. I decided to watch TV and I heard a light knock on the door. I opened the door and Kiersten was standing there.

"Hi. Are you okay?" I asked.

"He hit me." She said, crying.

"Oh, sweetheart." I said, hugging her.

I forgot about Johnny coming and let her inside, comforting her.

"I don't wanna go back." She said.

"You can stay here, I don't mind." I said.

Then another knock.

"Shit who's that?!" She asked nervously.

"It's just Johnny." I said.

She nodded and I opened the door.

"Hi. Come on in." I said, kissing him.

He nodded and I shut the door, hugging him.

"Don't mind Kiersten, she is going through some problems with Jason so I am letting her stay." I said.

"That's okay." Johnny said.

"Oh, hi Johnny, I'm Kiersten. I'm sorry I'm a mess." Kiersten said, sniffling.

"No worries." He said, smiling.

She nodded and walked into the guest room, shutting the door behind her.

"Is everything okay?" He asked.

"Oh yea, she will be fine." I said.

"I meant you baby." He said, smiling.

"Oh me? I am wonderful. I have separation anxiety I am sorry." I said.

"Don't be. It's okay. I missed you too." He said, kissing me.

I smiled and we decided to get in the pool, and I had a lot of fun, I was comfortable around a guy for once with a swimsuit on. Michael always body shamed me.

"I hope you know that you're beautiful, Alex." Johnny said, putting his hands on my waist.

"Michael thought otherwise." I said, frowning.

"That dick doesn't know what he's talking about, you're insanely attractive." He said, kissing me.

How did I become this lucky?

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