"This might be a bad time to mention it but, I really like your perfume." Johnny Zacchara purses his lips as Maxie Jones was in the middle of going off on him.
"What is wrong with you?" Maxie demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Do you mean in general or just today?" Johnny raised an eyebrow.
"I don't think that I've ever met anyone more infuriating than you are. So, how was Brooke? You know, I didn't warn you and Ethan about her so you could fuck her. Someone tells you to do one thing and you do the exact opposite!" Maxie throws her hands up in frustration, angrily shaking her head.
"Did you come to my apartment to ask me if I had sex with Brooklyn?" Johnny snorted, slightly amused.
"I'm glad you found this so entertaining, Johnny." Maxie rolled her eyes.
"Why are you worried about it?" Johnny wondered.
"Because I don't want you to get hurt, you've been through enough without some slut fucking up your life." Maxie glared at him, he knew she meant every word she said.
"Are you saying you care what happens to me?" Johnny slowly smirked.
"Johnny, you're my friend. Of course I care about what happens to you." Maxie sighed, she was getting a migraine.
"You know that's not what I mean, doll. You want me and you always have, you can't deny that anymore than I can. Don't you think it's time you stop torturing yourself and give it a go?" Johnny gave her a look, he wasn't dumb.
"Johnny, we were never a thing. Nothing was ever going to happen between us, I love Spinelli. You have Olivia, I think this conversation is over." Maxie held up a hand, turning towards the door.
"Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart."