AN: None of the characters in this fanfiction belong to me. I've noticed there's a sparse number of Johnny x Meena fanfics out there so I wanted to add one onto the pile.

Johnny tried to ignore the buzzing of talking noise in the visiting room as he sat across from his father who looked too big between the small spaces provided for their visiting sessions. People all around them chatted noisily while Johnny patiently watched his father read through the article in the paper about the latest performance at Moon Theatre. His father shook his head with joyful disbelief.

"That Moon is a real piece of work. Says 'ere he practically demanded the news to cover his latest show! Ha!"

Johnny's eyebrows rose in pride as he nodded, "Yea, he can be pretty pushy sometimes."

His father put the paper down, smoothing the corners out before turning to look up at Johnny through the thick inches of glass between them, "I'm proud of you, Son. You've got a lot of promising opportunities that've come your way."

Johnny's smile widened into a toothy grin before he looked down and glanced away abashedly.

"Seems 't me that your work with that Mr. Moon and Mrs. Crawly is comin' along pretty well. The work at the garage and that part time singing gig are keepin' ya busy 'n out of trouble, yeah? Now there's only one thin' left."

Johnny raised his eyes. What did his father mean by that?

"'Ave ya got a girlfriend yet?"

Johnny sputtered. "Whut? D-Dad, not even!"

His father huffed in disappointment, shifting himself in the tiny metal chair that complained as he leaned his broad shoulders back in it. "Whut do ya mean whut? When I was your age I was hooking up with all kinds 'a gals! I wasn' much older then you when I met your Mum!"

Johnny felt his dark furry face begin to burn in embarrassment as a buffalo, a young woman visiting her ex boyfriend, smiled in amusement next to him as she overheard some of their conversation. He lowered his head and tried to hide behind the lapels of his jacket.

"Daaaaad…" He hissed as his eyes glanced from side to side.

"Whut? 'M I not allowed to ask 'bout my famous son's love life now? Whut about them girls, 'th ones from your show before? Whut were their names- Ash and Meena was it?"

His father's memory was too good.

"Ya hooked up with either of them?"

Johnny quickly shook his head and lowered himself further beneath the giant orange phone in his hands.

"No, Dad, I haven't. I haven't got anyone, okay? 'M not really interested in anyone and besides Ash isn't even in town much these days with her new label an' everythin' and Meena, well, she's busy with her choir 'n I don't think 'm really her type."

His father huffed again in annoyance, deciding to give up the pursuit. He only brought up Ash and Meena a couple of times in passing during the rest of their conversation, asking how they were doing more than anything else and reminding Johnny that he needed to bring his "theatre gang" by sometime so he could meet all of them.

Right as Johnny was about to hang the phone up for the morning his father tapped the glass, stopping him.

"Now Johnny, I know it bothers ya fer me to get into your business and all but listen, right? You're setting down a path 't be well off but think, son. What's all this fame and glory worth if you got no one 't share it with?"

Johnny froze, his heart squeezing tight in his chest as he lifted the phone back to his ear. The phone had warmed from being against his face all morning but now it suddenly felt a little chill.

"But Dad… I got you to share it with."

His father smiled a little, touched by Johnny's words, than his blue eyes looked sadly away, his smile turning bitter sweet.

"Son, I'm gonna be here a while. You need to find someone that can be by your side. Jus' think about it, yeah?"

Johnny hesitated, his dark brown eyes staring into his father's sad face. His father suddenly looked so much older than it had only a couple of months ago.

"Yeah, alright. I will. Love ya, Dad."

"See ya, Johnny. Be safe drivin' home."

Johnny hooked his thumbs in his blue jean pockets as he silently made his way back to his father's black truck, his father's words haunting him. He gripped the slim door handle and slammed the door shut before leaning forward and resting his forehead on the hot leather of the red and white stripped steering wheel. Before he could think too hard Johnny forced his fingers to press down on the buttons of his green smart phone, the tone ringing as he held it up to his ear.

"Hello?" A sweet, chipper voice answered.

"Hey Rosita, it's Johnny."

"Oh, Johnny! What a surprise! How are you doing?"

"Uh, well, I just got out of meetin' with my Dad 'n I was wonderin'… is it okay if I come over for a bit?"

This wasn't the first time Johnny had called to visit Rosita at her home for a respite. After everything that had happened with the first show at Buster Moon's theatre Rosita had become a den mother of sorts for all of the younger contestants. Although there wasn't much of an age gap between them Johnny still enjoyed the comfort and council that only Rosita could give.

"Of course you can come over! Is there something wrong?"

"Well, no, not really. I'll tell you about it when I get there."

"Alright. See you soon. Bye."

"Bye."

Johnny started the car and drove out. He had memorized the path to Rosita's big blue and orange house just a few streets out of town and made it there in no time. He sat contently on a stool in Rosita's blue painted kitchen, chewing on some freshly baked peanut butter cookies. It was a little awkward trying to lean over the counter but he made it work.

"I think your father's right, Johnny." Rosita said over the rush of the facet as she filled the sink with dirty dishes.

Johnny frowned and looked down at his hands. His hands were so big they practically dwarfed the half-eaten cookie.

"I know he is." Johnny sighed, "But me? A girlfriend? How do you get a girlfriend anyways?"

Rosita laughed, rubbing some soap suds off of her face with the side of her arm, "Well, you go on dates. Put yourself out there. Maybe you could try asking a few girls out."

Johnny shoved the rest of the cookie in his mouth, eating it too fast to take the time to taste it, and got up off of his stool. He shrugged off his black leather jacket and carefully laid it out on the counter top, rolling up the long sleeves of his signature green and yellow shirt so he could help Rosita with the dishes, adding his cookie plate to the pile. Rosita looked up at him gratefully and scrubbed while he rinsed and set the dishes to the side to dry.

"I've asked girls out before. I'd been on a few dates in High School and a little after I graduated but none of it has really worked for me so far."

Rosita looked up at him sympathetically as she handed him a small breakfast bowl.

"You just need to keep trying, Johnny. Ask out a friend every once in a while or find out what kind of girls some of your friends know. Besides, aren't you the one that talked to Mrs. Crawly about dating a while back?"

Johnny laughed and reminisced about helping Mrs. Crawly with her online dating experience.

"Maybe I should take up moon bathing."

They both smiled a little at that. Johnny helped Rosita finish cleaning everything up and left just before her twenty five kids all came back from school. He loved Rosita but it didn't feel right to take up all of her time when she had so many of her own kids to worry about. On the drive back to the garage Johnny thought distractedly about his meeting with his father and about the advice he'd gotten from Rosita. He thought about Ash with her soaring career and how they had established a pretty good friendship before she'd left but he'd never felt any sparks flying between them. Finally, his mind turned to sweet, good-natured Meena and all of the experiences they'd been through during their first event. It was then that Johnny realized he knew very little about the shy, blue eyed elephant. Before he could even think about getting a girlfriend Johnny decided he should focus on trying to get to know his friends a little better first.