( Johnny's POV)
"I think that what happens once you've lived a lonely childhood, you get too attached to people as you get older. You have this hope that they'll give you the care and love that you missed out on...and never leave you. That's what's been bothering me lately and, I know you're not my fucking therapist but you're my best friend. Sometimes it feels like you're the only person I can be honest with, there's no bullshit with you." Johnny Zacchara stared out of the window of his penthouse apartment, sitting on the couch as he spoke. Ethan Lovett had noticed a change in his best mate recently but, hadn't had much time to think on it with all of the drama going on with both Luke and Lucky Spencer. Ethan slowly nods in understanding, wishing he'd picked up on this change.
"Zacchara, you're my best mate. I'm your right hand man, I've always got your back. If you're ever feeling depressed or anything of the sort, you can talk to me. There's nothing gay about having normal emotions, you know? With how you live your life it's bound to happen. I'm always here for you, mate. You can always count on that. I know I've been busy with this Luke thing." Ethan sighs launching into his speech, knowing that Johnny was going through something.
"Thanks man, that means a lot. You know because of how I grew up, it becomes so easy to believe that everyone is out to get me." Johnny managed a small smile, as there was a knock on the door.
"I'll get it." Ethan sighed, pulling the door open to reveal Ethan's sister Lulu Spencer.
"Hey sis, come inside." Ethan eyes his sister, figuring something was probably bothering her.
"I went to see dad this evening and, I think Lucky's on drugs." Lulu blurted out, stalking into the apartment staring out the window.
"Yeah, I know." Ethan sighs, figuring that nobody had told her.
"I'm the last one to know again. Of course! It's not like I'm important or anything." Lulu rolled her eyes, feeling a pinch on her lower back.
"Why don't you sit down? I'll get you something to drink." Johnny stood up from the couch, sensing she was about to blow.
"You know seeing Luke isn't going to help anything, sis. Nobody can save him from himself, only Luke can do that." Ethan sighed knowing this isn't what she wanted to hear, but it's what she needed to hear.
"I just...I give up." Lulu sighed collapsing on the couch, putting a hand over her face.
"Lulu, I'm not saying that to be mean. I just know that you're getting frustrated, I'm trying to look out for you. I'm sorry, I wish there was something more I could tell you." Ethan felt bad.
"It's not that, I understand. I don't like it but, I understand." Lulu sighed, feeling like life was just beating her down one incident after the other. Johnny sat down beside her, knowing she needed a friend right now.
"What is it? You can talk to us." Johnny looked at her, she perks at him through her hand.
"It's Dante, I feel like he has an ulterior motive for proposing to me. Nothing is the same as it was, I feel like I'm the last person he wants to lay beside at night. I barely see him anymore, and when I do he always picks a fight with me! I feel like there's another woman and, I know it's not Maxie. I'd almost rather it was because I can handle that. What I can't handle is if it's that bitch Delores Padilla because she has brown hair, she's from Brooklyn which means she can actually cook and clean. My god, I can't pretend that I'll make a good housewife! I'm not Olivia. I don't even wanna get married, I don't even know if I want kids! I'm just so BLAH!" Lulu blurted out, feeling overwhelmed about everything she'd been feeling since he'd proposed.
"If he is seeing someone, that'll be all she wrote. I promise you I will beat Dante to a pulp, because he's not going to make my sister look like a fool." Ethan promised, angry at the thought of it.
"Ethan." Lulu rolled her eyes.
"I'll find out for you, Falconeri isn't that smart. Dante will slip up." Johnny was just waiting for permission to do so.
"You have my permission, thank you for asking unlike sparky over here."