“Tell me!” You begged your best friend for the past five minutes.
“No,” Johnny answered softly with a shy smile.
“Well at least tell me about her,” you pleaded.
“Okay,” He laughed, “She’s uh….really gorgeous. She’s smart and sweet, talented, adorable,” Johnny rambled while blushing at the thought of her.
“Johnnycakes,” you interrupted, “I have a feelin’ you could go on for hours and hours, just tell me. You tell me everything else!” You said, feeling some betrayal.
Johnny faced the ground, his face crimson red with embarrassment.
“I didn’t want to tell you because…it’s you.”