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Johnny's POV

I walked to the prison like I usually do every Saturday morning. That's when I visit my dad. It's been around three months since he went to prison for the robbery. Since then he has completely forgave me for failing my part as the designated getaway driver.

It's the same thing every time, walk in, say my name and who I want to talk to, then they call my dad then I get 15 minutes to talk.

"Hey, dad." I said, picking up the Orange phone.

"Hey, son, how are you?" He asked.

"I'm doing good." I said.

"You did great last night." He said, while giving me a smile.

"Thanks, dad." I replied.

"Who's the (y/n) girl?" He asks me. My mind drifts as I hear her name but I quickly snap out of it as realization takes over.

"Oh! Uh she started a few weeks ago." I reply quickly. My dad gives me a weird look but doesn't ask about it.

"Oh where's she from she doesn't look like anyone I've seen before." He said. I think of her (h/l)(h/c), her 'furless' skin and her face, even if she looks different from everyone here she seems perfect to me.

"Uh what? O-oh s-she um doesn't remember." I stutter.

"You okay, Johnny?" He asked.

'Uh oh', "Y-yeah everything's cool, dad." I say a bit to quickly. He raises a brow, but a look of realization comes over his face.

"You like her, don't you?" He stated, putting his face in his hand.

"N-no!" I say too quick, once more.

"No, Johnny." He says under his breath.

"What?!"

"You can't, she's different."

"She's not different, dad-"

"Yes she is! Have you looked at her!" He shouts, as he's starting to get mad.

"Why does it matter, she's the nicest girl I've ever met, dad, who cares-"

"I care." He growls. By now I bet everyone else in the room is looking at us.

"Oh, so now I can't make my own decisions!" I yell back.

"You're bloody right, I am your father!" He shouts.

"Well where were you for me all those years, huh! Being the best father ever by being in a gang?!" I yell.

"I can do whatever I want, like tell you what to not do! Because I am your father!"

"You know what, mum always told me that it doesn't matter-"

"Don't you dare bring your mother into this!" He snarls.

"Goodbye, dad." I said flatly before turning around and leaving. I quickly walked home, not a care in the world.

As soon as I got home I couldn't help but think at how I just finally got my father to accept that I didn't want to be in the gang, I wanted to be a singer. He was happy that I was happy and I thought it would always be that way. But now he is disappointed about my decisions once again.

I couldn't help but yell and frustration and punch the punching bag that was next to me. He was never the same after my mum died.

My frustration builds and I march my way up the stairs to my room. I just grab the old family photo and look it. Why did I need to loose everything good about my life after the accident? But then (y/n)'s smile comes into my mind. I smiled. Well, maybe there is one sweet thing left in my life...

Your POV

I woke up at around 10. I slept in because I was so tired after the show, and I had nothing better to do. I slowly got ready for the day putting on {daily outfit of choice} that I bought with the money Buster gave me. I wore it almost everyday, but I loved it so it didn't matter. I brushed my (h/l) hair and left it down today. I guess Ash decided to sleep in too, because I walked downstairs and she was just starting to make breakfast.

I was going to go sit down and watch some TV but there was a knock at the door. "I'll get it!" I said, running to the door.

I opened the door to see Lance, Ash's ex. "Uh hey." I said.

"Hey." He winked.

"Um, you know Ash doesn't want you here, right?" I stated.

"Oh, I'm so over Ash. I came to talk to you." He smirks and winks once more. I started to feel uncomfortable but luckily Ash came to the rescue.

"Lance!" Ash yelled as she came to the door.

"I'm not here for you, Ash, can't you see we're having a moment." He rolled his eyes.

"When I broke up with you I wanted you out of my life! This counts too!" She shouts.

"Ash please-" Lance was interrupted by the metal spatula that Ash was making pancakes with hitting him across the face.

"Out!" She screams, slamming the door in his face. The room is dead silent for a moment before I break the silence by laughing. Ash joins me as she walks away to finish breakfast.

"Sorry about him, he's so annoying." Ash said before taking another bite of her food.

"But if he wouldn't have came we wouldn't have seen you beat him with a spatula." I said, giggling again.

I offer to clean up breakfast before heading out to the Theater. I had nothing else to do today so I decided to go and see if Buster wanted me to do anything.

As I walked to the Theater I took my earbuds/headphones (whatever you like more) and put them on. I grabbed my phone I recently bought and turned on {favorite song}.

I finally made it to the Theater after walking for about 15 minutes. "Hey is anyone here?!" I yell through the Theater.

"Hey, (y/n)." I heard Miss Crawley say from the top of the stairs.

"Oh, hey, Miss Crawley, is Mr. Moon here?" I ask.

"No." She said, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Would you like me to keep you company?" I ask with a giggle.

INSERT SPONGE BOB
{TWO HOURS LATER}

I was laying in the ground laughing while choking on my water I recently sipped.

Miss Crawley was telling me stories and the funniest part just happened to me when I was taking a huge sip. And now I happen to be here, laying on the ground, choking, in hysterical laughter.

"Miss Crawley, are you okay?" I hear Buster say only fueling my laughter. "Oh... (y/n) are you okay there?" He adds. My stomach is in pain from laughing so I take deep breaths trying to calm down. (Sorry for adding this, this literally happens to me all the time and I'm laughing because of my laughter/choking soo😂).

"Yeah, I'm fine, it's just the Miss Crawley told me a funny story!" I giggled some more.

"Oh okay, I was making sure you were okay." Buster chuckled.

"Do you want me to do anything while I'm here?" I ask him.

"No, I was hoping everyone would come tomorrow to work on it together." Buster replied.

"Oh okay, I'll be here!" I said while packing my things up.

"Thanks for the company, (y/n)" Miss Crawley says.

"Anytime, Bye guys." I said, waving as I leave.

As I walked home I turned some other songs I liked on. I guess the music distracted me because I almost ran into a skateboarder.

"Sorry Miss I-.. Oh hey, (y/n)." Johnny rubs the back of his neck.

"Oh h-hey, Johnny, you scared me. I didn't mean to almost run into you I'm sorry." I say.

"It's fine, it's my fault not yours." He replies.

"No, my music was distracting me." I add.

"How about its both of our fault." He says. I can't help but giggle.

"Sure, Johnny." There a slight pause in our conversation.

"Uh, (y/n), I've been wanting to ask if you would uh l-like to hangout sometime." He again scratches his neck. 'He must do it when he's nervous' .

"I would love to, your my best friend after all." I say and give him a hug. I know I said friend, but I can't help but admit I have developed a small crush on the singing Gorilla.

"Oh okay." He says from above me. I let go to talk because my face is in his shoulder.

"How about after we clean the Theater tomorrow?" I ask.

"Sounds good, see you tomorrow." He says.

"Okay, I can't wait." I smile, walking off. What I didn't know Johnny blushed and fist bumped behind me.

I got home and went up to my room. It was quite early but I was tired, from doing what I don't know, but I like to sleep. I changed into some more comfortable clothes before heading off to sleep.

I woke up late at night from a nightmare. I don't remember what it was about but I woke up panting and crying. I remembered flashes of it like, being beaten and dragged. Needles drawing blood from people.

One things for sure, it scared me enough that I couldn't sleep the rest of the night.

I decided to "get up" at around 7. I couldn't take it anymore I was so tired.

"Morning, (y/n)- wow you okay?" Ash asked me.

"Need... Coffee." I groan.

"Sorry, I don't have any here." Ash smiles sadly.

"I'll be back soon." I grumble before taking off the the closest Coffee shop.

As I walk in I debate on what to order, I choose a {favorite coffee drink}.

"Have a rough night?" A worker asks as they hand me my Coffee.

"You wouldn't believe it." I take my Coffee and sit down at a table. The caffeine helps, but not as much as I want it to.

I slowly walk to the Theater and arrive around the time everyone else everyone else does.

"Good morning—you okay there,(y/n)?" Buster says, making everyone turn to me.

"Yeah, I just couldn't sleep last night." I say mid-yawn.

"If you want, (y/n), you can go back home." Rosita tells me.

"No, I want to h-*yawn*-elp." I reply.

"You sure, you seem pretty tired." Meena joins the conversation.

No matter what they say I refused. So, now I'm half asleep vacuuming the carpets throughout the Theater.

Finally after hours of work I finish my part and dive into the nearest chair, relief takes over my body as I fall fast asleep.
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Nightmare

I walk down the sidewalk until someone grabs me. I try to fight it until they jab something into my neck. I feel myself get sleepier and sleepier until I fade into darkness.

The next scene I am in a small room, a cage almost. I see people get dragged out of the white rooms and put on a table. They must be so weak because they do nothing to stop the horrible things the people in lab coats and blue gloves do to them.

They inject needles with colorful liquids into the person laying helplessly on the metal table. They then carelessly tossed the limp person back into the room. Next they look at a little girl sitting in a room alone, crying.

They are about to take her but I go to the small window of my prison and bang on it loudly. I can't let that little girl get hurt.

I could hear the people in white coats discussion. "Boss it seems that we have a lively one.... Prepare the drill." The same one says.

Uh oh.

They grab me and I fight against them, but me being smaller and there being two of them, they easily take me to the cold metal table and set me down.

At this point I was still struggling against them so they strapped me down. "What are you doing?!" I yelled, pulling at my wrist strap.

"That's classified information." One said to me, putting a needle in my arm. I hated the feeling of needles so I just sat there breathing deeply. I saw my blood being drawn from my arm into a machine.

They soon pulled it out and I couldn't help but feeling lightheaded after I saw the size of the needle. The other one picked up a large drill and started walking to me.

"W-what are you doing." I asked him, struggling once more.

"Stay still!" He ordered. I started to squirm even more.

They held me down as I started to cry in fear. Then agonizing pain went through my hip...
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I woke up with a scream. I fell to the floor and curled up in a ball and started hyperventilating. It all felt so real. The hopeless feeling I felt, the pain I felt. It was so real.

Tears rushed down my face as I took quick shaky breaths.

"(Y/n)!" I heard Johnny yell.

I whimpered and cry a bit more. He must have heard me because he comes running towards me. I see everyone else start to run into the room and look in our direction.

"(y/n), are you okay? What's wrong?" He asks me, kneeling by my side.

I try to answer but it comes out in a sob so I just fling myself into his arms.

He holds me tight and close as everyone rushes to our side. "Sweetie what's wrong?" I heard Rosita's motherly voice try to soothe me.

I turn slightly still tightly holding onto Johnny. "I-I h-had a n-nightmare." I shook as I spoke. I scooted closer to Johnny trying to get more comfort by getting closer to his warm body.

"It felt so real." I say as my voice cracks.

"Hey, it's okay, it wasn't real." I feel Rosita rub my back in a soothing manner. Johnny's steady breathing slowly calms me. My crying must have tired me out because I fell asleep in Johnny's arms...

No ones POV

You fell asleep in Johnny's arms. Rosita pulled her hand away from you and smiled at Johnny. But Johnny didn't notice as he was to busy smiling and looking at you as he held you tightly in his arms.

The rest of the team glanced at each other and couldn't help and think how peaceful you looked in Johnny's arms, even after a bad nightmare.

"Do you think it was from her past?" Meena quietly asked. All the others looked at her and back to you. They all thought that it could be true but you looked so terrified it surely couldn't be from your past.

"Could you help me bring her home?" Ash asked Johnny.

"Of course." He quietly replied. He picked you up and carefully brought you to his truck as Ash followed. He didn't want to set you down, let you be out of his arms because if he had to be honest with himself—he loved the feeling so much.

As Ash and Johnny climbed into the truck you subconsciously leaned your head on his shoulder. Johnny blushed as you shifted a little closer to him.

Once they got to Ash's apartment he again picked you up and carried you up the stairs to your room.

As he set you on the bed you shifted a bit as the warmth of his arms disappeared.

"What of she has another nightmare?" Johnny asked, not wanting to leave you.

"If I hear her I'll go wake her up and calm her down." Ash replied.

Johnny looked back at you and brushed a bit of your (h/l)(h/c) hair out of your face. Heck, he even thought while you slept you were beautiful.

"When are you going to tell her?" Ash asked Johnny.

"What do you mean?" Johnny replied, looking at Ash.

"Don't act like you don't understand, when are you going to tell her you like her?" Ash said.

"I don't know Ash." He sighed.

The two of them walked down the stairs and outside to Johnny's truck.

"Thank you for giving us the ride. I didn't want to wake her up and walk home." Ash said.

"It's no problem, really." Johnny replied.

"I'll tell her that you brought her home if you'd like." Ash said.

"Sure." Johnny smiled.

"Well, thanks again, goodnight, Johnny." Ash started walking inside.

"Goodnight, Ash." Johnny waved before getting into his truck.

He started to drive off to the garage. He couldn't seem to get you out of his mind. He only hoped that you didn't get another nightmare tonight or any night. He also missed having you in his arms, you fit perfectly in his arms. He only hoped that you would be snug in his arms once again...
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