"si' love? could you get the door?"
mistake number one. you really shouldve just gone and answered it yourself. wouldnt be stuck in the middle of whatever shitshow this was.
"ye just feckin' left me! like ah was... a shite pair of underwear!"
simon riley stood solid infront of you, blocking you from the tantrum of the other man. his mean mug uncovered by the lack of his familar mask. blonde curls completely askew as he squinted away sleep, trying to reel together johnnys hooten and hollerin'. blonde brows furrowed completely, blinking slow.
johnny continued to point and proclaim. accusations that he probably created when blackout drunk, then decided to simply run with. he paced around your living room, pitiful as he whined and—
holy hell was he crying?
"mate, wot the fuck are ye talkin' 'bout?" johnny stopped. whipping around to face the both of you. sniffling as he glared at simon. yeah he had definitely been crying.
"[+] dumped me fer ye! like— like ah—" you pinched the bridge of your nose, glancing at simon. grey sweats hung low on his hips. youd deal with that later.
"johnny! i did not dump you! you completely forgot we were dating," you hissed. popping out around your big boyfriend and stomping closer to johnny. "and for the record, i met simon months later!"
"ah did nae! ye stopped reachin' eut!"
"the phone goes both ways you fucking idiot." his pout worsened, blues watery with dramatic tears as he fell to his knees and grabbed at your legs. howling like a man lost.
"what the hell are you doing? get up!" you shove at his head, growling curses as attemps to peel him away go unnoticed.
"...you two dated?" simons low voice rings through the wails of johnny. air shifts as you suck in a sharp breath. johnny stops from shaking your legs and you take the moment to rip away before your eyes settle on simon. chest hurling, taking a breath to recollect yourself.
you werent overly thrilled to be talking about exes with him, especially under circumstances where said ex was clawing at you desperately. nontheless however. "..i— yes, simon. this is my ex johnn—"
"you didn' fuckin' tell me when i was sitting straight 'cross from you?"
what?
johnny pales, hold on your legs constricting on instinct. he stutters, weary of looking his best friend in the eye.
"what? simon, no we broke up seven months before i ever met you," your voice tinges as a desperate plea, silence in the room static as you think his anger is directed at you. telling him of your past relationships didnt seem like something hed want to know.
but alas, simon riley was a man of paranoia. "i didnt know youd want to know an—"
johnny unslinks his hold around you. moving his head away with your shoving hand. he sighs, falling back on his heels. "lad means me, hen."
brows furrow as you glance between them. stepping back when you feel the tension brewing inbetween. feeling as if you were in the middle of their breakup.
"ah din say, because ah didn' knen how," the air electricifies.
"johnny," simon barks. lieutenant voice booming in your ears. both you and the scott go ridgid, fear turning your stomachs. "get the fuck up."
warbled groans leave your ex as he stands back on his feet. frown still evident, a twist at a usually grinning face. he glances with guilt weighed eyes. huffing as he tears them away from simons.
"ah just.. shite. ah didn' know what tae say wi' the breakup," he grits out, words forced out of his throat and laid bare before you both.
"an' ah didn agree.." he hisses. you scowl in offense.
you stand quiet. watching as the scott flexes his left hand anxiously. always did when you were onto him for stealing your favorite body scrub.
simons breathing is quiet. staring at johnny in astonishment, never did he believe johnny would keep as big of a secret as he did. never with the likes of you involved.
simon confied in johnny the most after the big reveal. johnny was the first to know the true depths his heart went for you. heard it first; simons plans to first say 'i love you'.
not once did johnny say a word.
"si', ahm really serry."
you almost feel bad for johnny, you knew he was close with his teammates. probably kept your past relations a secret in hopes to not disrupt things between you and simon himself. ghost was a loyal thing. simon would understand his position.
"out johnny." or not.
eyes widen and stare at simon. johnny hiccups, looking ready to cry all over again. you want to speak up, tell them both to shut the fuck up and truly understand eachother.
johnnys out the door before you get the courage. it slams in his temper, leaving you with damage control.















