"I like music, reading, and running," I replied, listing the most important hobbies I had.
"What type of music?" Johnny inquired.
"Mostly rock, but I can stand some pop every once in a while." I answered.
"What about books?"
"Any book really, I love reading. I know that pretty much sets me up for living a life alone, seeing as guys hate girls who read." We stopped at a stoplight and he quickly reached over and pecked me on the cheek.
"You're not going to end up alone," he assured me. I smiled, trying to hide my blushing. "And running's a mystery to me..."
"Oh my geez!" I exclaimed. "It's so good. You feel, in that one moment, that you're free."
"Ok," he said to himself. "Running good. Standing still bad." I laughed at this.
"I don't mind standing still, it's just so...So much like you're in a cage." I finally managed to spit out.
"Do you feel like you're in a cage now?" he asked.
"Not really," I replied. "For once in my life, I think I feel completely free." He smiled, placing his hand over my own. "Alright, your turn."
"My turn?" he questioned.
"What do you like to do?" I questioned.
"Uh...set things on fire," he said obviously. "I actually do like to read, I like girls-"
"Don't wanna hear about how many you've been with." I interrupted. He tried to cover a laugh.
"Don't worry," he insisted. "Not many."
"Oh yes," I replied sarcastically. "That surely puts my heart at ease."
"Well I'm sure there were other guys that you've been with before me." he said without thinking. I shook my head. "Oh...um...I..." he tried to apologize.
"Don't," I said, stopping him. "It's alright." We continued our ride in silence.