"He did what?!"

I lurch awake at the sound of Johnny shouting from the kitchen downstairs. I sit up, rubbing my head, allowing my eyes to adjust to the morning sunlight. I quickly roll out of bed, throw on my sweater, and head downstairs. I can literally feel Johnny's anger through the walls.

I walk into the kitchen and I see Johnny pacing around, his breathing heavy, his claws digging deep into his head. "Are you kidding me?" He snarls, baring his teeth at Javier, who watches his superior with surprisingly calm eyes.

"I wish I was, senior." Jav responds coolly, taking a sip from his coffee mug. "But that's what Hardscrabble said."

I walk up to the island, climbing into one of the barstools. "What's wrong?" I glance at Johnny who seems to ease up at my presence.

"Sullivan," Johnny starts, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Apparently Sullivan cheated by lowering the difficulty level on the little green marble's simulator."

I reach for an iced coffee at the edge of the island that has my name written in Johnny's handwriting on it. The fact that he is clearly rampant yet still remembered to bring me coffee amazes me. "Are you serious?"

He nods, leaning on the countertop next to me. "I'm going to rip that Sullivan apart."

I place a gentle hand on Johnny's shoulder, watching his chest pump up and down as he breathes. "It's okay, it'll be okay. There is no need for violence."

"Yes there is," Johnny snarls, glaring at me. "He insulted us, embarrassed us. He deserves to have his head shoved so far up his a-"

"Sullivan and Wazowski were expelled!" Ginger's voice cuts Johnny off mid-violent threat as she bounds into the room, panting like she just ran a marathon. "I just found out a few minutes ago." She says, walking over to us, her ears perked. "Apparently Wazowski and Sullivan broke into the door lab. They completely destroyed the place." She whips out a campus newspaper from her tan cardigan and throws it onto the island in front of us. "The president of the college wasn't too thrilled."

I glance down at the article and it shows Mike and Sulley being whisked away by the CDA, their skin and fur looks singed, as if they set off a bomb or something. The headline reads FRESHMAN EXPELLED. I shake my head, taking a quick sip of my coffee. "Looks like they got what they deserved." I watch Johnny grab the paper, opening it up to read the article.

"They blew up the damn place." He says, his voice quieter than earlier. "And to think I almost let him back in." He shakes his head, throwing the paper back on the counter. "Man, that would've been stupid of me."

I tune out the conversation between Ginger and Johnny as I grab the paper and flip it over. I spot an article advertising an opening in the mailroom at Monsters Incorporated. I smile to myself. When my parents were in high school they worked in the mail department at Monsters Inc. My dad even worked there through college because he had to help my mom support me since she had me so young. Oh my God… my mom was only thirty-six when she died. I feel my throat begin to tighten and I have to blink several times to keep the tears from spilling out. I glance to Johnny and he is watching me, a small smile now adorning his features. I swear he sometimes stares at me for no reason, but it's sweet. "I'm gonna go for a walk."

I stroll along the pathway, away from frat row and away from the ROR house. I keep my head down as monsters pass me from every which way, some nearly running me over because they didn't notice me and some even trying to talk and be friendly. It must be the sweater. I try to acknowledge every greeting and shout-out so I won't seem rude, but I'm really not in the mood for this foolishness.

I eventually arrive at the bus stop where I arrived on my first day here, and where I will leave at this end of this semester. It's crazy to think about how much has actually happened in one year. I went from avoiding the most eligible monster on campus to being engaged to him. I nearly lost my new best friend. I unexpectedly lost my mother. My first year of college literally changed my life.

I glance down at the beautiful ring around my finger watch the sun glint off its perfectly polished surface. The monster who gave this to me went from driving me batshit crazy every day to making me cherish every second I have with him. That charming, smug, egotistical, rich boy, idiot is going to be my husband, and I can't be more excited about it. I glance around and notice the bus coming towards this stop and step away so the driver knows I'm not wanting to get on.

As I am admiring my ring I hear the sound of large footsteps running towards me and I am knocked to the ground faster than I have time to process that it happened. I try to reorient myself, but everything is just double. Breathing is suddenly a huge problem and I get on all fours and arch my back to try and reopen my lungs, trying to not sound like I'm suffocating.

My eyes finally focus and I see Sullivan chasing after the bus, not even stopping to see if I'm okay. I crawl backwards, stumbling and landing on my tail. I scoot back a bit so Sullivan doesn't see me and I bump into a couple of skinny legs standing behind me. "What are you doing on the ground, Reed?"

I look behind me and see Johnny standing there, watching me carefully, his arms crossed. "Oh, I just…" I pause, glancing around. "Fell."

He crouches down to look me in the eye. "You fell, huh?" He reaches up and caresses my face, looking carefully at my right eye. "Looks to me like someone hit you."

I feel my face get hot. "What do you mean?"

"Your eye," He says, pointing to it, his expression serious. "There's a busted vein and it's bruised around your face."

"Oh," I say, looking down. I really don't want to start anymore drama. I mean, I wasn't paying attention when he mowed me down. "Sullivan shoved me. He was chasing after the bus." I shrug. "It was an accident, no big deal."

Johnny sighs, clenching his fists. "That monster is lucky he won't be seeing me anymore."

"Please don't do anything," I say, holding my arms out to him. "I don't want to start anything."

Johnny's expression softens. "What were you even doing out here?"

I shrug, glancing at a little bug meandering beside me. "Just reminiscing."

"About what?" He says, sitting down beside me.

I smile. "About when you and I first met. About my first day here," I look away from him. "About my mom."

"What do you remember about when we first met?" Johnny asks, supporting his weight with one arm behind me.

I breathe in slowly. "About how much I couldn't stand to even look at you. How angry I would get at myself when I couldn't stop thinking about you, and how even angrier I got when I would see you," I pause, looking at him. "I knew I was falling for you."

"Did you expect to be engaged to me by the end of the year?" Johnny asks, giving me a smug grin.

I shake my head. "No, I figured maybe we would date a while but then you get bored and move on."

"Not even close," He says, giving me a more genuine smile. "I knew when I took you on that car ride to watch the meteor shower that I had fallen in love with you. Just watching you look at the stars, I realized I would rather look at the stars in your eyes, not the ones in the sky."

I let out a breathy laugh. "Did you pull that out of some romance novel?"

"Nope," Johnny says proudly. "Came up with it myself."

"You've become such a softie." I say, giving him a playful punch to the chest.

His expression hardens a bit. "No, no, I am not soft, just because I love you doesn't mean I've gone soft."

I laugh, leaning my head against his shoulder, watching as monsters hang out around and outside the gates to campus. I reach down and grab his hand, interlacing my fingers with his. I feel him kiss the side of my head before resting his head against me. "You know I graduate in a few weeks. You gonna be okay?"

"I'll be fine," I say, watching the leaves blow in the trees. "Leave campus, but not me."

I feel his grip on my hand tighten. "I'm not going anywhere."

Later that evening we walk back to the ROR house, Johnny's hand still tightly holding mine. "What do you want for dinner?" He asks as we walk through the front door.

I follow him into the kitchen, sitting at my usual spot at the island. "I dunno, I'm not very hungry to be honest."

"You need to eat something." He says, glancing at me over his shoulder as he digs through the fridge. "How about just plain old macaroni and cheese?"

I think about it for a second, watching him fill up a pan with water. "Alright," I look at all the cheeses and creams he pulled out of the fridge. "You aren't using the boxed stuff?"

He shakes his head. "No, no, no," He says, smirking as he places the pan on the stove. "No fiancé of mine is going to eat dollar store macaroni."

I laugh, watching him start to mix up the different cheeses and creams in separate bowls. "But I like the cheap stuff."

"Well you're going to be a Worthington by the end of this year." Johnny says, pointing his spoon at me. "And Worthingtons don't do cheap."

I get up from my seat and walk over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist as I hug him from behind. "But I'm cheap."

"No you're not," He says, I can hear the water beginning to boil. "You're high-class."

I laugh, listening to his breathing as he drops the pasta into the water. He's so warm and soft, like a teddy bear. A teddy bear that could easily rip someone in half like it was nothing, but a teddy bear nonetheless. I close my eyes and just breathe in his expensive musk. That scent of cashmere and money that I have grown to love. Stupid senior.

"You alright there?" His voice jolts me back to reality.

"Yes," I say, resting my head on his back. "I'm just fine." I take a deep breath, his scent flooding my senses. I feel him start to turn around, wrapping his arms around me.

"You're being very clingy today." Johnny says, running a claw over one of my horns, making me shiver. "You sure you're okay?"

I nuzzle his chest. "Just appreciating you is all." I move my hands up his sweater so I can feel the fur on his chest. I look up at him and his eyebrow is arched at me, though I can see the desire in his eyes.

"What are you doing there?" He asks as I lift his shirts up. I just smile, letting out a soft purr. He gives me a strange look before hoisting me up and setting me on the counter, his eyes full of mischief. "Something tells me you want a little more than just mac and cheese."

I smile down at him. "Yes, but what I want isn't necessarily little." I give him a wink and he growls seductively at me.

"Your wish is my command." He says, pulling off his shirts, yanking me into a kiss.

There you guys have it! Just so you know, Johnny isn't done with Sullivan, now that he's given Reed a black eye he is definitely not letting him off the hook. So I hope you guys are still enjoying, it's coming down to the wire here and eventually I will be finishing this fic up and starting up a sequel. Thank you guys for your continued support and Elf if/when you start your own fic, feel free to use Addison or Reed or both if you would like. Just thought I would let you know! Also, I imagine Jav can remain pretty levelheaded around his temperamental superior. Anyhow, I will be seeing you guys in the next chapter! Bye-bye!