ℝ𝕚𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕕𝕖

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"𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕
𝕀 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕒 𝕝𝕦𝕞𝕡 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕥 '𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖
𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘"

Johnny was sitting down at the Curtis couch. It was two a.m and he was tired as fuck. But he couldn't sleep, there was too much on his mind. Gosh Dally had almost figured out! The worst part is that he is still suspicious. He might assure him a million times he isn't Johnny knows he is.

He groaned and hit his head against the couch "ugh." He buried his head in his hands, wohoo headaches and confusion is fun! He got up from the couch and got a pill bottle. Nothing bad, calm down. He took one painkiller and sat back down in the couch. He went back to depression mode, fun!

As he was busy being depressed he heard a small knock come from the door. He looked up and saw Dally coming towards him. "Hey Dal." He said in a hoarse, quiet voice. He scooted over as Dally sat next to him, "Hey Johnnycakes." Johnny coughed, before responding, "Aw you getting sick, baby?" Johnny rested his head on Dally's shoulder and nodded, "mhm." He mumbled.
"Aw don't worry cutie imma take good care of you."
"Daaaally" Johnny whined
"Yeah sweetheart?"
"Sing me a song."
"Oh I don't sing, love-" he cut himself off, he looked at Johnny puppy eyes and sighed "Alright, alright."
"I was scared of dentist and the dark.."

𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 (𝙅𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮) 𝖲𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅Where stories live. Discover now