Peanut waited anxiously outside of the Tenements for any hopes of Johnny returning home. His foot couldn't stop beating the ground and his hands shook as if they had just been hit by tasers. If that wasn't enough to bare, his heart seemed to be beating at a very rapid rhythm. His mind seemed to be everywhere, yet not.

Where the fuck is that little squirt? He was supposed to have returned with Johnny! Man...maybe I'm little too anxious here. I gotta calm down! He hasn't been gone for a long time. Maybe he's still trying to get passed the security? Just maybe....

While his body still seemed to ignore his inner pleas of calming down, Peanut then noticed somebody else who's inner pleas weren't cooperating with him either. "Hey Hal, you're eating again? Isn't that unhealthy?". Hal was walking his way with a hotdog, which was covered in ketchup, gripped in his hand. It had been Hal's fourth hotdog in two hours.

"Chill, Peanut! This is how I self-medicate!". Peanut's reaction caused Hal to smile and chuckle at him as he walked away.

What the hell does that mean?!

After the third hour had passed, Peanut let out a deep sigh and let his legs lower his body to the ground so he was now sitting. He seemed to miss time as it went by. All he seemed to notice during the missed time was that Hal had bought himself another hotdog (which was now covered in mustard) and Lola was holding hands with an unpleasantly overweight nerd who's fly was disturbingly unzipped. "Oh, wow! I can't believe Lola's touching my hand!".

Wow, even a morbidly obese nerd can ride the school's bicycle.....poor Johnny...

Peanut let out yet another deep sigh in respect for Johnny. It was truly a wonder why a man with everything to live for would rather waste it all with some tramp who was probably going to partake in the naked mattress mambo with the school's second least popular student ever. Johnny had more talent than he thought. He could be the best at anything he set his mind to.

I still remember the first day I saw Johnny Vincent. My folks had just moved in from another town and as I would bring my toys in from the car, my folks were chatting with the neighbors, asking them loads of questions about the neighborhood. Then finally after several minutes schmoozing, my dad called for me to come over to the group. As I walked over, I noticed a boy about my age standing with the two strangers. My mom would then pat my shoulders and say to me, "Larry, this is Johnny. He, too, is just now starting kindergarten with you. Why don't you two go play and get to know each other while your father and I unpack?". They would then return to the car to get more things, and by that time, Johnny's parents were now helping out. I looked at him and just simply said, "Hi there, my name's Larry". He'd cheerfully come back with, "I'm Johnny. Nice to meet you Larry!". We then would talk about our hobbies and we soon discovered that had a lot of the same interests. "Hey Larry, wanna come inside for a while?" I agreed and then added in "I betcha I can beat you to the door!". "Oh no, you can't!". We raced each to his front door, laughing all the way. We were both childhood pals, living next door to each other. The Coventry wasn't so bad back in the day. He'd come over to race his hotwheels motorbike with mine. He usually beat me, then he'd rub it in and then I'd win. Then I'd come over to watch TV with him. I never like watching TV with my folks because they always wanted to watch the news and shit. Then we became teenagers. I still remember the night that I came over and he was sitting on the floor with his face in a corner, hiding his face away from me. I asked him what was wrong, he barely replied with, "Nothing, Larry. Just leave me alone!". I gently turned his head with my hand to see a black eye with tears roaming down his eyes. I wrapped my arms around him and let him know that everything was going to be okay. He made me promise that I wouldn't tell anybody that he cried. I promised I'd keep my word. I knew that if I ever let him down, I'd never forgive myself. I couldn't help it, but I felt as I had cared more about Johnny than myself. I even loved the idea of spending the rest of my life with him. It was that night, I believe, that I found out that I was truly and madly in love with Johnny Vincent. It was strange, the thought of even being in the same room as him made my heart race whereas being with a girl just kinda frightened me. As we grew older, we'd still hang out, but instead of racing toy bikes, we'd race real bikes. Again, he still won most of the time. But within a year or two later, he never had time to hang out, for he spent all his time finding out whether or not his new girlfriend, Lola, was cheating on him or not. That has been going on for months now......And my love for him has never died, either.

Whenever Peanut had finally brought his focus back to real life, he noticed that the sun had gone down and everybody had gone inside for the evening. He felt let down once again, but before that feeling would last, he noticed a figure in front of him. As the figure walked forward, Peanut's heart started to continue its rapid rhythm, only this time it was even faster and harder than before. He got to his feet, smile so wide that the students at Bullworth would be able to feel the emotion without even being there.

"Johnny!!".