February 13th, 2015
"Johann stop over reacting" i said.
"How can i? Hes like 29 or something and hes trying to get at you" Johann said.
"Joli dont take it too serious. I only want you" i said as i grabbed his shoulders.
"Me? You want me?" he asked.
"Well duh i want you" i said with a smile.
Johann smirked. "In what way?" he said as he pulled me by my waist towards his body.
"In every way" i whispered in his ear.
"Ah si mami?" he asked.
"Si. Pero im hungry" i said as i put his arm down.
"Genesis!" he pouted.
"Oops" i said with a giggle.
"What do you wanna eat then?" Johann asked me.
"Quiero tacos!" i exclaimed. "And you?"
"You" he said.
"Johann im being serious!" i laughed.
"So am i" he said as he shrugged his right shoulder.
"God i love you" i said as i hugged him.
"Tomorrow is Valentines day you know right?" he asked.
"Yes and all i wanna do is stay in bed all day with you" i said. "No fancy dinner or nothing"
"Gigi" he pouted.
"Please Joli. Plus the twins are coming back tomorrow"
"Which twins? Jere and Ezequiel or Yaya and Yulema?"
"Yaya and Yulema, duh"
"Uy perdon" Johann said as he raised his arms in defense.
"Lets go to my room and cuddle" i said as i tugged his arm.
"We can do more then that" he said with a smirk.
"Johann Vera" i said with a little girl face.
"Fine fine lets only cuddle" he said as we walked to my room. "I thought you wanted tacos though"
"Not anymore. I was only kidding anyways" i said with a giggle.
"Ugh chamaca" he said with a really face as i laughed.
Once i got on my bed, Johann took his shoes off and layed next to me. I put my head on his chest and he started to caress my head.
"Johann te amo" i blurted out.
"Pero yo mas mami" he said and kissed my forehead.
He continued to caress my head and before i knew it, i quickly fell asleep.
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Pretty Girl - Johann Vera
Fanfiction"No hay nadie como tu my pretty girl" A story in which a girl falls in love with the one and only Johann Vera, who stumbles into her life. Little did she know that she would soon become his "Pretty girl".
