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Sitting on display before me on Johnny's bed were a small assortment of gift boxes and bags, all carefully wrapped, with a small white card sticking out of the top of one of the packages.
What the hell is this? I was dumbfounded. I sent Johnny a text in reply to his last message.
Me (2:33 PM):What is this? What did you do? Johnny (2:34 PM):You'll see. Please open them if you'd like, or you can wait for me to get there first. Up to you. See you shortly.
My brow furrowed. Look, I know I'm not exactly loaded, but I don't like being made to feel like a charity case. I decided not to say anything in response, knowing he would be here soon enough. I also chose not to open any of the packages he had left for me in a simple act of protest. There is no way I can allow him to spoil me like this. What was he thinking? I sat in a huff on the couch, waiting for him to come home so I could scold him.
No less than ten minutes later, I heard the sound of a key in the lock on his front door. Johnny strode through the doorway and greeted me with a warm, wide grin.
I tried my best to frown back at him in response. He walked right up to me, attempting to lean in for a kiss, but I put my hand up in front of him to stop him from coming any closer. "Excuse me, what on earth were you thinking?" I said, gesturing toward his bedroom.
"Did you like everything?" He raised an eyebrow.
"What? No! I mean, no, I haven't even opened any of it, and I'm not going to." I said defiantly.
