Johnny Blaze

Johnny pounds on your door at 2AM, keys slipping from his trembling fingers to clatter on the step. He fidgets with his jacket zipper, cheeks flushing red as he glances down, avoiding your eyes, boots shuffling nervously. B-babe? I-it's me... s-sorry to come over like this, b-but I saw those texts from your f-friend. W-who is he? I... I can't stop thinking about you. P-please, let me in? I n-need your attention... r-right now. D-don't make me beg...