Johnny Lawrence x Male Reader

Party

I woke up on a Saturday morning with Johnny holding me closely, his head nestled against my neck. As I gently loosened his embrace, I made my way downstairs to prepare breakfast for my family. Once I finished cooking, I heard the familiar sounds of footsteps and soft murmurs coming from below. My family appeared, still groggy with messy hair, and then I spotted him—Johnny, the most beautiful boy in the world. A smile spread across my face at the sight of him.

"I'm starving," Mateo declared as he helped himself to a plate of cinnamon buns and bacon. Johnny approached me, resting his head on my shoulder. "Hey, baby," I greeted him, my smile brightening. "Mmmm," he replied, still half-asleep. After making him a plate, I prepared my own and joined my family at the table. Looking around, I felt a deep sense of contentment; this was the life I had always dreamed of.

"Do you all want to go to that party tonight?" Neva asked. "Sure," we all replied. After breakfast, I cleaned the dishes and did some laundry, and before I knew it, I was getting ready for the party. As I descended the stairs, my family was waiting for me, and we locked the door behind us. Once we arrived, I noticed the presence of alcohol and decided to leave my family to start drinking. I indulged quite a bit and smoked while they chatted on the couch, Johnny's gaze fixed on me.

"He's going to get sick," Amelia remarked. "I should go get him so we can head home," Johnny said, rising to approach me. "Come on, let's go," he urged, taking my hand. We made our way home, but as soon as we arrived, I felt unwell and ended up throwing up. Johnny quickly helped me to the shower, running a bath for me. As I sat in the tub, he tenderly washed my hair and body, caring for me as if I were a child.

"Why do you treat me so well? What do you see in me?" I slurred my words. "I love your personality, those beautiful eyes, and the way you smell," he replied, assisting me out of the tub and drying me off. He let me wear his hoodie and my sweatpants, and I smiled as I laid my head on his chest. He stroked my hair while watching a movie, and I quickly fell asleep, comforted by his scent.