Eva
Johnny has been acting a bit strange since we came back from his parents’ house. I knew there was something bothering him by the way he spoke to me while we were under the stars, looking at the fireworks.
We sat on my bed, the window open while we enjoyed the cool air of the winter which would be over in a month or two, giving way to the beautiful Spring and the blossoming flowers.
As I did the last of my winter package homework, I could see Johnny frowning on my side, biting his pencil as he wrote a few things on his own package.
“Are you okay there?” I asked, running my hands through his golden locks while he shot me a smile, taking my hand and kissing my palm.
“I’m fine,” he replied, going back to his work. I took a deep breath and took my glasses off, rubbin
