Jahnnie Oneshots 3☆

☆Johnnie's Thoughts☆

Request: SaturnMoon714

TW: thoughts about s/h, mental illness and depression

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Johnnie was laying flat on his back. Staring up at his ceiling. His cheeks are tear stained. He's been crying most of the night.

His mind is getting darker by the second. As a sniffle left his nose, he sits up. Wiping away some smeared makeup from his cheek.

He needed someone to talk too.

The emo gets up from his bed. Moving his legs as he sets them onto the wooden floor of his bedroom.

He scratches the back of his head as he blinked away any other tears he had remaining in his eyes.

Walking to his bedroom door, he opens it. It was super late at night and he really hopes Jake is awake at this hour.

But it may be unlikely.

Since Jake has a scheduled morning time of waking up at eight, he typically tries to get in as much hours as he can.

Johnnie steps into the hallway, might as well give it a shot. He didn't want to talk to Carrington, - as he walked passed the roommate's door.

Not that Carrington was a bad guy or anything, he just felt more comfortable talking to Jake about his feelings.

And besides, Carrington was asleep too in his bedroom anyway.

He walked down the hallway, approaching Jake's bedroom door. He takes a deep breath.

Beginning to feel bad, he hesitanted on knocking. He didn't want to be seen as a burden or a bother.

"Fuck it." Johnnie cursed underneath his breath as he knocked onto the door.

On the other side, the soft thuds came into the room. Jake grunted softly in his bed as his eyelids flooded open.

He ran a hand through his red hair as he takes a look at his bedroom door. His brown eyes adjusting to the darkness.

Then the knock again, this time a bit louder than the last.

Jake gets up. Who could be awake at this hour?! He looks at the clock, it read: 3:22am.

That's when he realized, it could be Johnnie. Not even could. It IS Johnnie.

He knows that Johnnie is a night owl and stays up late, so this isn't necessarily a surprise.

Walking over to his bedroom door, Jake opened the door. He noticed the messed up makeup on Johnnie's face and how his eyes are glossed from tears.

"You ok?" Jake groggily asks, since he just woke up from sleep.

"Can I talk to you?" Johnnie replied, voice choked up with emotion. Jake nods, ushering Johnnie inside. The door shuts behind.

"thanks," Johnnie walks over and takes a seat onto Jake's bed. "no problem, man. What's troubling you?" Jake asks as he picks up a shirt from his floor and slipped it over himself, sitting down next to Johnnie.

Johnnie looked down at the floor. "I've been stuck in my head recently." He admits.

Jake frowns a bit. Knowing this may not be good. He sits next to Johnnie, wrapping an arm around him. "Talk to me, Johnnie."

Johnnie lays his head onto Jake's shoulder as he began to vent. "I don't know why. But I've been feeling so fucking depressed lately. It's fucking annoying as fuck. I don't know what's causing it but it's getting worse. I am falling back into my old habits, oversleeping and barely eating..."