Johnny was sleeping soundly. So good in fact he hadn't realized he was being a total cover hog. He didn't mean too, just like Savannah didn't mean to be snuggly and put her hair all over his pillow. If he was awake he would have to tell her to move cause hugging girls was just icky. So was kissing them on the cheek but that was for a special reason ( Read more... )

Johnny had been up all night, holding the letter he'd gotten from Savannah. He sat back on their bed now, a headache blurring his vision as he tried to read it again. The paper was old, crinkled, and seeming to appear water stained in certain places. He could only imagine Savannah crying as she wrote it.

The only bit of comfort he gained from it ( Read more... )

 Classes had gone pretty well today, despite the fact that he had pretty much egged Chris on and ended up wanting to plant his fist in his face. Amusing at first, yes. Later? Not so much. And, had he known he was the topic of conversation for a couple other people, he totally would have invited himself in and knocked a couple heads together. Damn ( Read more... )