A.N.: Wanted to write a Valentine's Day oneshot for my favorite Monster High ship, Johnny and Retta. Please rate and review if you like the story!!

It was 9am on a Thursday morning, the music from Johnny's record player filling up the air with it's melodic sound, Operetta's bare lavender legs wrapped loosely around her boofriend's waist. A playful grin perked up at the greaser's lips as she began to stir beside him, pressing her face into his shoulder.

Johnny had been awake for the past hour - listening to the rain as it trickled down the window panes, enjoying how peaceful and serene it made him feel. For once, everything in his life seemed... well, good. And he had hated Valentine's Day before meeting his beloved phantomess, who lay stretched out beneath the sheets, draped in nothing but the red silk that graced her curves. "Mornin', sugar." She whispered, taking the front of his shirt and looking up at him, amethyst colored hues filled with her admiration. Johnny couldn't help but smirk down at her expression, his eyes grazing over the redhead in all of her beauty. Biting down on his lower lip, he brought her in closer - lips molding around her cherry red ones, fingers like ice drifting across her derrière.

"... dammit... Retta, you're makin' me fall in love with you - " Johnny hummed against her pretty little mouth, causing for the redhead to chuckle, squirming in his grasp. "Ya better stop it with that sappy shit, Johnny Spirit. It sure sounds funny comin' from someone who's as big and bad as ya are." Operetta pressed a finger against his chest, quirking a brow out of her suspicion. Did he really just say that? Oh my Goth.

After weeks of suspecting that his feelings for her were becoming even stronger than they had been in months past, he admitted it. That he too was allowing himself to fall in deep, and seemed not to be afraid of doing so. Sure, she could roll her eyes and tease him about it, maybe even laugh and make another crude comment on how he drove her crazy with all of his loving praise.

But she couldn't help that she felt the same way, too.

"... An' so am I," Operetta confessed, her cheeks turning as dark as her scarlet curls, eyes crinkling as she pressed the tip of her nose against his. Running her fingers through his messy ebony locks, planting a few kisses along his perfectly sculpted jawline - wasn't she lucky to have a boyfriend that was so wonderful, handsome and charming. Charismatic even, with a rebellious personality like hers to match. He always knew how to make her laugh until she cried ( in the best way, of course ) how to comfort her in his loving arms whenever she felt worthless or insecure, leaving butterfly kisses against her cheeks until the tears went away. Never before had she ever thought that a man could ever make her feel so weak, even though she was so strong and determined, a girl made of steel. He melted her heart, and she did the same to him in return. Maybe their love had thawed the ice away from both of their souls.