I was in the living room waiting for Johnny to finish lighting candles and setting them around the house. There was a fireplace in the living room so no candles were really needed here. I checked my phone to see the what time it was. 9:03 huh? I was still thinking about the little moment Johnny and I had when we were sitting on the couch. So close to kissing each other…. so he likes me!? I catch on so slow. My thoughts were cut when I heard Johnny scream. I ran to where I heard him. I found him hold his left hand tightly.

"What's wrong!?" I asked worried.

"I um, accidently burned myself."

"Here let me see." I stepped closer to him and grabbed his hand, which was extremely soft and warm. "M-hm… Can I have some toothpaste?"

"Toothpaste?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Just give me some toothpaste."

He led me to his bathroom and handed me the toothpaste. I opened the tube and got some toothpaste on my finger.

"OK now give me your hand."

Without a word, he gave me his hand with a confused expression on his face. I started to gently rub toothpaste on his burnt skin.

"Why are you putting toothpaste on my hand?"
"It's suppose to soothe your burn. It's what my dad use to do if I got burned." Johnny chuckled as I finished rubbing toothpaste on his hand.

"And finished," I said patting his hand and smiled. Although it was dark, I could still see Johnny's hypnotizing eyes.

"Thanks Ar."

"No problem."

We walked back downstairs and sat on the ground close to the fireplace, considering it was cold.

"Why is your nickname 'Ar'?"

"So when I was little my favorite color was red. It still is too. I loved the color so much that I dyed my hair red. So then my parents started calling me Red. After a while that name stuck. Soon after my parents made up a nickname for my nickname. Hence 'Ar'."

"Interesting. So what color is your natural hair?"

"Brown. I never really liked how it looked though."

"I think you would've looked pretty with brown hair."

I blushed and brushed my hair behind my ear. "Thanks. Do you have a nickname?"

"No."

"You should. I'll make one up right now. It should be 'Jay'. Yep I'm going to start calling you that from now on."

"Jay… I like the sound of that." He put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer to him. I felt like the room had gotten hot instantly. His arm was warm and comforting. This made my stomach feel funny, the good kind of funny. I looked up at him and smiled. Then I rested my head on his shoulder. I could hear his heart beating.

"Jay what are your plans for the future other than becoming a scarer?"

"I don't know, the usual I guess. Get married, buy a house, have kids, get a nice car. What about you?"

"The same except for the car part. I'd want to live close to my friends though. The closest thing I have for a family are my friends at home… and I guess you count too." I felt sad and happy at the same time. My old family was gone, but I'll start a new one with Oozma Kappa.

"Oh Diane." Johnny pulled my in for a tight hug. I gladly hugged him back. He rubbed my back and buried my face into his neck. After what seemed like for hours, we pulled away.

"It's getting kinda late. Do you head to bed."

"Sure."

He lead me upstairs to his room. It was pretty big and organized. I saw a framed picture of him and his fraternity brothers hanging on the wall. There were other framed pictures of him hanging out with his friends that were sitting on one of his drawers. One of them that caught my eyes was one with Johnny when he was younger.

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"Oh my gosh! You looked so adorable when you were younger!"

Johnny chuckled. "Thanks. My mom was trying to make me smile but I didn't want to because I didn't like it when people took pictures of me back then. Anyways, you can sleep in my room and I'll sleep in one of the guys' room."

"OK. Thanks Johnny."

"No problem. Goodnight."

"Goodnight." He gave me a hug before he left. I flopped down onto his bed and pulled the red sheets over my head (hehe that rhymed). His sheets smelled like the cologne that Johnny puts on. His bed felt like mine; not too hard and not too soft but just right. I fell asleep with a smile on my face because I was thinking about Johnny.

~Next Morning

I woke up to the smell of pancakes and bacon. I assumed Johnny was cooking. I got up and fixed his bed. I went to his bathroom to fix my hair because it was a mess. I noticed I was still wearing my makeup. It was all smudged so I decided to wash it off. I took a picture of young Johnny before I left his room. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen.

"Good morning Jay."

"Good morning Ar. I made breakfast."

"That's the reason I woke up. It smells good."

I took a seat at the table. He served me a plate full of food and a glass of milk.

"Here you go."

"Thanks."

He sat down with his plate and we began eating.

"It tastes really good."

"Why thank you. Someone who appreciates my cooking in this house."

I laughed. I noticed he kept staring at me and smiling at the same time.

"Do I have something on my face? You keep looking at me so…"

"Oh no. It's just, you look different. I-I mean in different in a good way. What I mean to say is th-that you look very beautiful this morning."

I giggled at how he stuttered over his words. I gave him a warm smile.

"Thank you."

He's so cute.

After being at the ROR frat house for a long while, I finally went home. The weather this morning was cloudy and a little bit cold. I've always enjoyed that kind of weather. I walked up to the front door and entered the house. I slowly closed the door behind me.

"Well, well, well. I see Diane is back from her very long date," Terri said.

I saw the Terries walk up from behind me.

"It wasn't a date. It was just dinner."

"Then why are you barely coming back home? Did you guys have too much fun?" Terri asked.

"Terri!" Terry smacked Terri's head.

I laughed. "No. Since the storm was rough last night and the power went out, I decided to stay for the night. It was probably too dangerous to go home in that type of weather."

"M-hm. Diane you look different." Terri said putting a hand on his chin wondering why.

"Maybe it's because I'm not wearing makeup."

"Yeah! That's it. You look younger."

Terri sighed. "Please excuse my brother."

I laughed. These guys crack me up.