Jahnnie Drabbles☆

☆Love-Song☆

( Johnnie can't stop thinking about Jake and is making a song about him. All the lyrics are original, i made them myself off the top of my head, sorry if it kinda sucked.♡⁠)

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Johnnie is laying flat on his bed, he hasn't been sleeping. Hasn't been eating, and hardly moving. He has the lack of makeup, which enhances the sulking darkness of bags underneath his eyes.

Recently he has been thinking about his sexual orientation, he felt confused. He felt even depressed due to the intense confusion that is striking in his aching chest.

His eyes blinked slowly as he was staring at his ceiling, a shaky sigh escaped his pale yet slightly chapped lips. His dark black raven locks are a mess, due to the amount of hair spray product he has in it, making it more tangled and messy.

He forced himself up in his bed, running one of his tattooed hands through his hair before looking at the digital clock that is next to his nightstand.

It read: 4:50AM.

Johnnie forces himself out of bed, grunting softly from the amount of his body aching from the lack of movement.

He walks himself to his guitar, picking it up and then sits himself back on the edge of his bed.

Strumming a few chords, before he paused and shifted. Tuning it for a moment before he sighs. A tear drops down his face.

His mind was full of thoughts,
Thoughts of,
Jake Webber.

Johnnie leans his head back, and shuts his eyes tightly. Trying to hold his tears back as he started to strum a tune. His fingers glide against the guitar strings as he plays each chord.

"I don't know, where to go.."
"I don't know, where to hide.."
"I just can't get you,"
"Off my mind.."
"I need to run,
But I can't get out of my bed,
For nobody, not even for you.."

Johnnie pauses, strumming the tune that came off the top of his mind. His tears drying on his face, as he continues to play his musical instrument.

"I need some help,
I need some grace,
I need your fuckin' face,
But I can't,
You're too far,
And
I'm not good enough for you..."

Johnnie closes his eyes, vocalizing his voice softly as a tear drops.

"Ooh... ohh...."

"Ooh.. "
"Ooh...ohh..."

"-But I need to understand, that i,
Cannot have you,
And just move on....
But I can't,
I'm a Kid,
And with a bully in my head."

"Ooh..
Ooh.."
"Ooh.."

"You're on, my mind.."
"I hope, I'm on yours.."
"I'm just a fool.."
"You're just a fool to keep pretending that you care..."

"Uh-huh.."
"Ooh.. ohh.."
"Oh,oh, oh."

Johnnies hands slowly continued to guide against the strings, singing the small improv song he created. His mind just filled with Jake, picturing his face, his brown fluffy 70s shaggy mullet, his tattooed arms, his goofy personality, his wonderful smile, and.. those lips.