(y/n's) Prov.

"Wow! I didn't know you could cook. You sing you act you play guitar, your a Jack of all trades. No pun intended. You did a really good job" I said as I fumbled with my words. 

(JD) "Thank you (y/n) I glad you like it." He said with that heart melting smile of his.

"Y-your a kind m-man," I said as I felt myself tearing up, "B-but I c-c-cant stay, I don't wan to t-take advantage of you. And I'm sure the lady in y-your life already doesn't l-like me. And don't want p-people to t-think that....well.. I-I don't wanna hurt you, your the last person I'd ever want to help and and-" I felt his arms around me.

(JD) "Hey hey hey shh shh (y/n), your not taking advantage of me, I'm doing this because its the right thing to do, and your a kind girl yourself and I can't fathom why anyone would treat you so badly. And no, there's no lady in my life. And I don't care what people may think, you haven't done anything wrong."

"Well ok, as long as I'm not in the way."

(JD) "Your not in the way." 

Johnny held me tightly in his arms, it felt so right somehow. I began to hug him back as I buried my face in his chest. I felt myself starting to relax for once, but it was interrupted by a loud knock at the door. 

Running on instinct, I broke away from Johnny and ran to my room and locked the door behind me.  

I bolted to the bathroom in the bedroom, but before I locked the door something caught my eye, painted stones. And not just any painted stones, MY painted stones with Johnny's initials on them. I had sent these to him about a year ago, they were dark grey with, red, black, white and sliver. I picked them and locked the door.

(JD) "(Y/n)? (y/n) are you ok?"  

I heard Johnny's voice call after about five minutes. I had locked myself in the bathroom.

"Johnny? Who's here?" I asked nervously as I opened the bathroom door. 

(JD) "No one's here, it was just the mail man with a package." 

"Ok, you sure?" I said in my shaken voice. 

(JD) "Yes, I'm sure." He said calmly.

Johnny's Prov. 

(y/n) slowly opened the door and motioned for me to come in. I went in and sat on the bed, (y/n) was nervously looking out the window. 

I notice tears start to form in her eyes and I walk over to her. I slowly wrap my arms around her shaking body and she soon hugs back. 

"Its ok (y/n) its ok,  your safe here"

(y/n) "I'm sorry Johnny, its just that- I-I- get scared sometimes." 

"I understand, its alright everything is gonna be ok." 

We just stood there and hugged for a while, I felt her shaking body start to relax and she started to breath more easily. 

(y/n) "So what did you get in the mail?" She asked.

"Well I don't know, I guess I have to open to see." 

We both sat down on the bed and began to open the package. Inside was a portrait of me, it looked like it was painted by a professional almost like I was looking into a mirror. There was also a letter accompanied by a picture of the artist.    

(y/n) "My painting! I thought I'd never see it again!" She said full of enthusiasm. 

"You painted this? Wow this is great!" 

"So this must be you, that's a nice picture and you also sent me a letter."

(y/n) "Yeah, well I thought you would like it."  

"Wow, you must be a professional then right?" 

(y/n) "Well not yet. but I hope to be one day. I also want to act."

I flipped the painting over and saw her name with year painted on the bottom.

"Your (y/n) (y/l/n)?"

(y/n) "Yup that's me." 

"You were the one who painted these stones I like so much." 

(y/n) "You really like them? I'm flattered."

"I do I really do and the painting to, just wow. Can I read the letter out loud?"

(y/n) "Well if you want to."

"Alright, "Dear Johnny Depp, hello my name is (y/n) about a year ago you sent me four autographs when I had only asked for two that was very generous of you, thank you. I painted this portrait of you, I hope you like it. I was hoping you could tell me what you think of it. Well I hope you like it and have a Merry Christmas.

love (y/n)" 

I was about to thank her for the kind letter when I saw in the corner of it an arrow directing me to flip it over, there I found a P.S. 

"P.S. And I just wanted to let you know that no matter what happens I'll always care for you. You mean so very much to me, I wish I could tell you all the times you've saved me from tears when I was depressed. Well anyways have a Merry Christmas. 

Love (y/n).

This was the most heartfelt thing I had ever read, she really meant all this. I could smell that she had also scented it with a nice scented perfume. I was fighting tears in my eyes as I turned to thank her.

"Thank you so very much (y/n) this really means a lot to me," I could feel tears filling my eyes, "I have never read something so heartfelt in my whole life. Thank you." 

(y/n) "I'm so glad to hear that you like it, I spent a log time on it. And yes, I meant every word I wrote. You mean so very much to me, so much it hurts. Your a good man and don't let anyone tell you your not." 

"Thank you (y/n) your a good woman to." 

We just sat there hugging for a while, if just felt right.