Six Loves. Six Stories.
THE DECISION IS YOURS.
Kyren, your old babysitter hasn't seemed to age a day since last seeing you. Then again, the last time you saw him, his teeth were in someone's throat.
Johnny, the new kid in school. Girls are obsesse...
I looked out my window, seeing Johnny's familiar face staring up at me. I opened it window, seeing him wave like he wasn't out in the cold after all.
"What the hell are you doing out there in the pouring rain?!" I fussed. "You could get sick! And how did you know where I live?"
"I see you walk home all the time (Name). And my place got broken into. The police are there investigating, but I'm not a huge fan of crowds." Johnny said. "Look, guys hate me and most girls only want to fuck. You just want to talk, and that's really cool. I just want to talk." I narrowed my eyes at him.
"My parents aren't home and you're basically a stranger. Why should I let you in?" I asked, tapping my finger against the windowpane.
"Because it's really fucking cold out here and the rain isn't helping." Johnny said blankly. "I'll order pizza."
"And wings?" I asked, folding my arms.
"Shit, I'll even throw in breadsticks...just...we'll have to wait until they actually open." He pointed out. "Just let me in." I closed my window, sliding on my Jack Skellington slippers and my jacket. I ran downstairs, unlocking the front door. In the distance, I saw the flashing of police lights.
He really did get robbed...
"Johnny!" I called out. He came running around, sliding off his hoodie and duffel bag, then taking off his glasses. His deep red eyes seemed to glow in all of this darkness.
"Thanks." He said coolly, taking off his shoes and stepping inside. I nodded my "you're welcome" and shut the door behind us, locking it and turning on the hall lights.
"Let's get those wet clothes off of you." I said.
"You're not gonna like what you see." Johnny said.
"Would you rather freeze in wet clothes?" I asked, folding my arms.
He shrugged and shoved his glasses in his pocket, sliding off his hoodie and his t-shirt. Beneath it were markings and cuts all over his body. Looking at them made me wince a little.
"Told you." He said, handing me the clothes. "I'm keeping the jeans." I sighed and took his glasses, wiping the rain off on my shirt and handing it back to him.
"I'll put these in the dryer. You...um...just go in the living room and make yourself at home. Don't worry about freaking anyone out; I'll be alone until Monday." I said. "I'll be there in a minute, okay?" He nodded, shuffling off into the living room, putting his glasses back in place. I went into the washing room, throwing the clothes into the dryer and rubbing the tiredness from my eyes. I had to make sure Johnny was okay before going back to bed. Riker said he would be back Monday, and Arran and Kyren were AWOL as of now. Stryker was probably going to another party, so where was the harm in keeping him here for the night? He needs a friend. I turned the dryer on, grabbed a fluffy towel from the clean stack, and headed back to Johnny. He had laid out on one of the couches, playing a game on his phone.
"U-Um...what are you playing?" I asked curiously. He showed me his screen for a moment.
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