Keanu Reeves Preferences, Oneshots, Etc.

Coffee & Donuts: Johnny Utah x Reader

"Johnny,"

"Yeah?"

"You're stressed, aren't you?"

"Nope,"

"You've got no leads, have you?"

"Uh, yes I do,"

"The surfers are the Ex-Presidents, aren't they?"

There's a pause.

"How the hell d'yo-"

"Ababababab," You give him a stern look and place a finger on his lips, "I've been your friend for pretty much a whole decade, I know things,"

"Hah, sure," Johnny scoffs and leans forward on the stool. He picks up the glass filled with amber-coloured liquid and knocks it down in one go, smacking his lips at the end.

You two have known each other since you were teens, he was there through your spotty, braces faze and you were there through his bad hair, awkward boner days. It's strange, of all things you imagined him to be, it was never to become an FBI agent but sometimes the world works wonders.

"Look, drinking your problems away won't work, trust me, we tried to do it before and woke up like zombies,"

Johnny let's out a chuckle as he remembers that time. You were both 16 and were at your first house party to mark the end of a year, you didn't even know whose house it was but you still went. There was alcohol. A lot of it so you both made the most of it while you could. Turns out, you were a total lightweight and ended up collapsing on a funny-smelling couch while watching Johnny try the keg. Thinking back, he was the stereotypical, jerky asshole.

"That was ages ago," He slams his glass down onto the counter, "besides, what do I do? If Bodhi suspects anything then I'm as good as dead,"

"Like I said, drinking won't help. How about we talk more over something a little less....toxic?"

Johnny grunts in response and sluggishly rises from the stool. You stand up with him and cock your head towards the exit. He still seems reluctant so you grab his forearm and pull harshly, earning groggy whimpers from your victim.

"Why can't I stay a little longer?"

"'Cus, Johnny, you're getting drunk on the job and also you're my best friend and I care, ok?"

"Aw, that's sweet," Johnny smiles smugly at you from behind and you push him out the door without any mercy, "owww, that hurt."

"That was the point you moron," You roll your eyes and latch onto his arm.

Guiding him through the town was pretty hard since you'd never been to a surfing area like this. The only place you know is a little cafe by the beach you met Johnny at the first time you came here.

"What are we doing again?" He sighs behind you and you tug on his arm harder.

"We are going to get food and then we are going to talk,"

Johnny sighs again but it's alright because you always know how to win him over. He even once told you that there's a threatening aura to you which just makes him give in. Pretty handy for you. Lately Johnny's been on a mission to find a gang of burglars known as the "Ex-Presidents" and recently he's been hanging with a group of surfers who he thinks could be suspects. Bodhi is their kind of "leader" you could say.

"Speaking of that," You sigh happily as you stand in front of the entrance to the cafe.

"Looks cute," Johnny shrugs in the corner of your eye.

He's not wrong. It is cute. From the outside, it looks like one of those old sweet shops; painted a pastel green and in pale gold letters: "Bluebell Tearoom".