Four Hours - Johnny x Reader - College!AU
Requested by: @sellmysoulpls . Enjoy the suffering, lovely Bry <3
Word Count: 1838
Trigger Warnings: None
Genre: College!AU, Fluff, Slight Angst
It had been six months since you’d last seen your best friend.
It’s not that you two had been fighting or anything.
You video chatted and texted all the time like you two were practically living together, it’s just that the two of you were attending different universities that were approximately four hours apart.
Neither one of you had had the time to leave town during the weekend and hang out, so you settled for talking on the phone all day.
And now the semester was over, and the both of you were headed to your home town, back to the same two houses that stood right next to each other and made you the best of friends all those years ago.
You could clearly remember it when his family had moved in.
He had walked up to your front door with his mother, smiling widely as he introduced himself, one of his front teeth missing.
You had giggled softly, giving a shy wave and introducing yourself as he had.
From that day on, the two of you had been inseparable. You did literally everything together, from sports tryouts and taking the same classes and hanging out with the same group of friends, to always being around the other and having sleepovers after school ended and being in all of each other’s plans.
Your parents might as well have had trouble remembering which one of you belonged to whose family, and it was like all of you were part of a larger one that everyone seemed to already accept.
Everyone had known it for years: there was no you without Johnny, and no Johnny without you.
It was a package deal, take it or leave it. Just like that.
And you’d missed him, a lot more than you cared to admit, because the last two years of high school were not exactly what you had had in mind.
It was during those last two years when you had understood that you had been betrayed by your own mind, and had classically but ironically started falling in love with your best friend.
It was no secret that neither one of you had gone out on a date with someone before, let alone been in a serious relationship, but everything was at a standstill when it came to the two of you.
It was like a forbidden topic, a sentence the both of you clearly wanted to talk about from time to time but never took the chance and gone with it.
And then high school ended, and the both of you left for your different universities, leaving behind the question and hoping that being away from him, even though the two of you would be talking all the time, might make the feelings go away because you wouldn’t see him in person for quite some time.
Man, were you wrong.
Your heartache was treacherous when the two of you had parted, realizing that being away from him only made you miss him and want him by your side all the more. All to yourself.
No one could ever take Johnny’s place at anything in your mind and heart and soul.
Only he could make you laugh the way you do, and smile at the most random things at two in the morning. Only he could make you want to dance on the sofa with your pants flipped inside out as you used the TV remote for a microphone and performed to your favorite artists.
Only he could ever send you random pictures or videos telling you about his day and making you long to be with him.
Only he could make you want another human being’s presence so badly.
And you were going to tell him.
Or not, because you already knew that you’d lose the courage to say anything if the opportunity ever provided itself, and it made you groan and want to hit your head.
Your mind was clouded with thoughts of him the entire ride home, making the long trip seem like only a few minutes.
You saw your house, and you neared the driveway in order to park the car when you saw him sitting down on the steps to your front door, earbuds distracting him from everything around him as he absently gazed at the dark, clouded sky.
You parked the car and got out, grabbing his attention as he realized there was movement not too far away.
He saw you close the car door and stood up in a heartbeat, practically running to your spot and making you worry about him slipping on the snow blanketing every possible spot.
“Hey!” you started, “I thought I was getting here before you, what gives?”
He laughed, ruffling your hair. “I had to hit the road early so I ended up getting here way earlier than I had planned.”
“Are your parents not home?”
“They’re at yours, everyone’s waiting for you inside,” he smirked, reminding you of how your families seemed to take the expression mi casa es su casa way too literally.
He stepped aside so the both of you could head towards your place, the snow crunching softly underneath your boots as you hooked arms and asked each other about the ride home, Johnny telling you about this one man driving a car next to him on the highway who he could have sworn was the real Santa Claus.
You walked into your house, removing your wet boots at the front door and heading over to hug your and Johnny’s parents as they told you how much they missed you and asked about your semester.
Johnny sat not too far away from the fireplace, and he left a hole between his crossed legs, where you walked over and took your spot between them as he hugged you from behind and rested his head on yours, the same way the two of you had been doing since you were seven.
The rest of the night was spent in that same safe and comforting spot, your back pressed against Johnny’s torso, feeling as well as hearing his laughter and his beautiful voice, making you glad that he couldn’t exactly see your face.
There was spilled hot chocolate, of course, the two of you’s signature mess whenever you refused to move from your spot and insisted that there would be no difficulty having the drink while tangled in each other’s embrace, making everyone laugh and smile fondly, already knowing how this would end but not daring to say a word.
The two of you stayed in the living room till past midnight, and it had already begun to snow, so Johnny decided to sleep over. Nothing unusual.
The two of you headed to your room, and he opened your closet to where he usually kept his clothes for staying over, making you smile as he exclaimed way too loud and told you that he had been looking for that set of pajamas for the past six months.
He went to the bathroom to change, and you quickly changed in your room, waiting for him to finish so that you could use the bathroom yourself.
He left and plonked down on the bed, telling you to hurry because it was getting cold.
You stepped into your bathroom, and everything was just as you had left it. Your and Johnny’s bathrooms looked similar, in the sense where both of them had both of your shampoos and toothbrushes and toiletries.
Like you’d already been living together for well over ten years.
You finished washing up, walking outside and realizing that Johnny was sitting on your desk, his legs propped up on the chair as he looked through the scrapbook that the two of you had created before middle school.
“Brings back so many memories, doesn’t it?” you asked, smiling.
“Do you still have all of them? I just realized I never got a copy,” he said instead.
“You didn’t want one, remember?” you teased, remembering his reason and shaking your head.
“Right, I didn’t need a copy because we agreed to live together by the time we were twenty-five.”
You laughed, but he looked up and stared into your eyes. You halted.
“Johnny, what’s wrong?” you asked, taking a step closer to him.
He opened his mouth and shut it, then he opened it again, giving an agitated grunt as he furiously ran his hand through his beautiful hair, placing the scrapbook down.
“Hey, you know that you can talk to me. What happened?”
Before you could move any closer, he was already across the room, standing so close that you could feel his warm breath fan your face as yours stopped for a second.
Johnny engulfed you in a tight hug, his cologne hitting you and making you smile as the familiar scent washed over you and reminded you of all the years you’d spent together.
“I never thought I’d miss you as much as I did,” he said, words a little muffled as he nuzzled his face into your shoulder, chuckling gently.
“Neither did I,” was your own muffled response through his sweater.
“No, you don’t get it,” he retorted, his voice frustrated. “I thought staying away from you would stop me from caring about you the way I do but it only made things worse for me and I couldn’t sleep and I missed being so close to you and seeing your smile in person and making you laugh and staring at you when you do something cute and don’t know I’m looking and that’s not what friends are supposed to feel but -”
You were frozen, a warm feeling invading you as you realized where this was going.
“Johnny?” you asked, sounding very tiny.
“I’m sorry,” he said, the pain evident in his voice as he braced for rejection.
“Johnny,” you stated this time, pulling yourself out of his hug.
“Yes?” he replied, his fallen expression making you impulsively reach out and push his hair aside so you could see his face, cupping it with your soft hands.
“I’ve loved you for years,” you blurted before you could stop yourself, your eyes never leaving his.
His breathing hitched and his expression changed immediately as his eyes went wide, disbelieving laughter making his shoulders shake a few seconds later.
“I love you,” he said, one of his hands coming to rest on your cheek while the other enveloped the hand you had on his.
“You can’t imagine how many times I’d dreamed of you saying that to me,” you giggled, burying your face in his chest.
“Don’t steal my lines,” he answered playfully, using his index finger to tilt your chin up and place the most delicate kiss onto your soft lips.
You smiled, and he pecked your nose.
“Wow, twelve year old me would be so proud right now,” he announced, laughing happily as you jokingly shoved him aside, shaking your head with a grin plastered to your face.
Maybe happy endings did exist, after all.