It was the perfect day. You and your boyfriend were cuddled up inside on your couch while the rain was pouring outside. The Twilight Zone was on TV. But Johnny was restless.
"Babeeee lets go to the store!" He said, sitting up. You stared blankly at him.
" It's raining Johnathan.." you said smirking.
"Oh please, come on! I'm boooored!" He whined.
"Oh am I too boring for you?" You jokingly huffed and turned away.
"Aw baby that's not what I meant!" He groaned.
You stayed silent.
"Y/N?"
Nothing.
"Oh I see how it is.." he said. "Maybe I'll just have to force you to talk.."
Your eyes widened- Johnny was hardly ever like this. But you stood your ground and crossed your arms over your chest.
You could feel him getting closer to you, but you refused to turn around. Even when you felt his hands on your shoulders and his lips against your ear.
He waited a minute to see if you would react at all. But of course you were stubborn.
He chuckled making you shiver. "Tickle fight!" He whispered.
You shrieked as he grabbed hold of your waist and dragged you down onto the couch. He practically sat on you as he started tickling your sides. You squealed.
"JOH- JOHNNY!" You Yelled/ giggled. You flailed around on the couch, but it was no use.
You laughed until your chest hurt and kicked your legs until they were tired. But he wasn't finished yet.
He got up from the couch and looked down at you with his arms crossed. You were still slumped on the couch grinning and trying to catch your breath.
"So, what do you have to say for yourself?" He asked you, raising his eyebrows.
You looked up at him through your dark eyelashes and shut your lips tight. You mimicked zipping them up and locking them with a key. Then you threw the invisible key into the invisible trash and stuck your tongue out at Johnny.
You were driving him crazy and you knew it. He growled, seeming more similar to Dally.
"Fine then."
He scooped you up easily and you yelped in surprise. "I'll just throw you in the oven." He then made his way toward the kitchen slowly to build suspense. You giggled.
When he finally got to the kitchen door, he turned around, seeming to change his mind.
He marched back into the living room, pretending like he was going to drop you a couple times. He'd let go- then catch you before you'd hit the ground.
You grumbled under your breath. But you had to win this war.
"Alright. Maybe you'll talk if I-" he pretended that he was going to throw you onto the couch. You just glared at him, unfazed.
He huffed, moving to actually throw you onto the couch in defeat. But he let go a little too early...
You hit the ground head first. No- not like an Olympic diver. That'd be sick tho.
You heard him gasp and you moaned in pain. You were mostly dizzy.
Johnny kneeled down in front of you- his playful mood gone.
"Oh God babe I'm so sorry!" He said taking your face in his hands. He sat you up and gently moved your head- looking for any signs of injuries. You winced as his hand brushed over the back of your head.
"That hurt?" He asked. You nodded. "Aw man, I'm so sorry- I never meant to hurt you." You just smiled at him.
"I know you never would-" you reassured him."I mean it's not even that bad!"
He raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah well we'll see about that when Darry gets home and takes a look at it." Johnny said. You sighed.
"Does this mean I win?"
