Strike Three || Johnny & Faith
@cobrakai1984 hit that ❤
"It's not a big thing." she rests back against the Firebird's windshield, crosses one leg over the other. The Golf n' Stuff sign's a good distraction because she'd be an idiot to think Johnny wanted an eye-to-eye conversation right now. How is it that they haven't fixed that sign, yet? It was broken when she was fifteen.
The thing about John? He couldn't tell a convincing lie to save his life. Has Marty McFly syndrome --- no inner monologue, no personal filter. So, it's all there on his face. In the tense square of his shoulders, his frame. Even tense when Faith tries to tuck herself against his side, half a little worried that the cracked windshield of his death trap car will buckle under their combined weight.
She’s managed to get in there, though. Rest her cheek against his shoulder, "We're okay. The house flipping thing was always a long shot, right? Just broke again, is all. Not like we haven't been here before.”
