Love & War : Johnny Lawrence Fanfic

Doesn't Even Matter.

Y/n's POV:

"Happy New Years Eve!" Ma squeals as I walk into the kitchen.

"Happy New Year's Eve." I reply with less enthusiasm sitting at the breakfast table.

"Honey, your cousins are driving back from the motel today but they'll spend the night here. They want a nice party so I need you to go and get some stuff from the store."

"Cool! Make a list and I'll go to the grocery store."

"Right. Actually honey is it alright if you make a quick stop at Jane's cooking palace? I need a few fancy dishes for the dinner party tonight."

That's a little far away, near our old house.

"Uh... sure I can go."

"Will you be able to walk there?"

"Yeah I can."

"You can ask Daniel to tag along."

"No- it's fine I'll go myself. I want some alone time."

"Honey that's all you've had this past week." Ma huffs.

"That's not true!" I protest.

"Honey you wake up at 2pm in the afternoon!"

"I'm having trouble sleeping, that's all."

"And why is that?"

"I don't know."

"Something happened between you and Johnny. I just know it." She says waving her hands in the air.

"Ma just leave it alone."

"I am. But this isn't good."

"I'm well aware." I mumble.

I eat the left over breakfast from hours ago.

"Here, I made you a sandwich." Ma smiles and slides a sandwich onto my plate.

"Thanks." I slightly smile.

"You'll be fine today right?"

"Yep."

Compared to other days, I'm actually quite happy. Mainly because we're having a party for new years.

The last few nights have been hell.
I keep getting nightmares.

Mostly of Johnny and I's fight.

Well not just this fight but our previous fights as well.
Some how Mike makes his way into them too.

I try to put off sleeping just to avoid the nightmares but there's no way to escape them.

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Johnnys pov:

Last night was bad.
Sid got riled up and broke almost everything in the kitchen last night.

I couldn't sleep.

Sid is an asshole in front of us, but an angel in front of his friends and associates.
Piece of shit.

I can't even get out of bed.
I look over at the clock and see it's already 12 in the afternoon.
Nice.

I take my covers and pull them over my head.

There's no way I'm waking up right now.
I hear a knock on my door.

"Fuck." I mumble.

"Johnny? Can I come in." Laura asks.

"No."

She comes in anyways.

"Good morning." I can tell she's smiling without looking at her.

"Johnny?" She shakes me after a few minutes of silence.