"johnny what the fuck?" you growl, thunder booming angry in the storm behind you. rain cries loud as it pours heavy against the earth, mini floods covering the sidewalk you had previously stumbled through.
the moment your fist met the peeling paint of his door, it was swung open. johnny mactavish standing in its wake. grey boxers you dared not look at, and an old military tee. last name plastered in yellow on the back.
only because simon wasnt home.
you dont mention that. scarcely acknowledge the only reason you stood in front of johnny was because your boyfriend was off somewhere else in the world. gone last minute for a solo mission.
"hard to ignore you blowing my fucking phone up," you opt for that exscuse instead.
you scowl. hands clenched in the pockets of simons hoodie. swallowing your figure with its thick fabric, an ideal shield from the drama of the nights storm.
"what? what could you possi—" youre cut off by johnny reaching for you. grubby paws grasping at your arms and pulling you into his chest. startled, you freeze with an 'umph!'. chilling wind whispering behind you.
"ah missed ye so much," he whines. rubbing along the fabric of the hoodie. "'s this simons?" its his turn to scowl.
you wiggle from his hold and smack his hands from off of you. clearly angry with the glare you give in reciprocation. "john!" you grit.
"wot? the feck you wearin' 'is shite fer?" he pouts, pulling at the loose sleeves before eventually youre smacking annoys him. "an' wots wi' the john?" he mimicks your voice. far too airy to be anywhere near accurate.
"because hes my boyfriend! hes my boyfriend john and you need to get over whatever the fuck this is," you stomp slightly. water splashing onto his floor.
thunder cracks across the murky abyss behind. your heart restarts with the surge of energy, racing pulse realigning with nature herself.
you freeze. blinking back a disgusted look of shock when it all comes back. you knew the military was hard, but no way he was already losing it.
"never told me luv," he grins. blues bright was excitment. like he was simply reminding you of mundane excitement. "din' agree."
you cant stop yourself from whispering 'what the fuck', absolutely appalled by his..argument? exscuses? begging?
words struggle to string themselves together in a coherent sentence. they clatter around your head too quickly to grab.
"i— johnny.." you stutter. mouth agape as you fight to maintain a semblance of responsibility. "what the actual fuck." he rolls his eyes. head moving with them as he puffs out a blow of air.
"are you crazy? simon literally told me youve been sleeping with girls from the bar. nothing about 'us' is together." you gesture between the two of you.
"ah missed ye! ye knen ah wouldn' cheat otherwise,"
"holy shit youve lost it." your mouth drops open, stepping back from him. rain carefully flicks onto your back. freshly done brows fully furrowed as you look at him.
"ah 'ave not! ahm tellin' the truth," he counters. reaching for you again. his grips stronger than the last, pulling you forwards. his neck cranes down towards your face. puppy eyes large. "hen, luv ple—"
your hand blossoms red on its back. pain stinging through your skin, his breath hitches. deep groan barely bitten back as his head is rocked the other way.
his cheek burns in hot pain. weak compared to all elses hes been through.
"get a fucking grip johnny." you growl. yanking his stunned hands from you and storming off into the anger of the night. darkness swallowing you past the lame light that fades from his house.
you walk with the rain, tears blurring with whatever water splashes onto your face. your phone buzzes deep in the hoodie pocket.
Why aren't you home love? 3:16 A.M.
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