My smile grew wider with every second, until I smiled so hard that my cheeks hurt. I didn't know how much I missed him, until now. The depth of his voice made goosebumps rise on my skin. Damn.

I quickly bit my lip and pretended to think about the answer.

"Hmm.. Jim Morrison? That would be something." I replied and literally heard him rolling his eyes.

He removed his hands and I giggled. I turned around to see him beaming at me. He was dressed in black jeans, black shirt and a worn, leather jacket. He also had a bandanna and a black hat over it. A pretty hat, I would say. He wore sunglasses, but lowered, so I could see his eyes, and previously a cigarette between his lips, but he took it out when we made eye-contact.

However, when our gazes met, suddenly all the images from the other night came back. The same piercing, dark brown eyes that looked at me while asking 'what do you want done to you'. I still can't believe how dreams can change in what way you think about someo-

"Do I have something on my face?" he asked suddenly with furrowed brows. Goddamn shit, I was staring. He moved his hands all around his face while making weird expressions. I giggled, but didn't look into these dark orbits again.

"No, no, I just.. got lost in some thoughts." I replied truthfully and sat on the little chairs near the bar, on which my drink stood. Johnny did the same thing and poured himself a drink. He also took off his jacket.

"Your haircut is.. I'm speechless. Probably the most fabulous I've seen." he said, looking directly at it.

"Thank you." I mumbled, smiling shyly. I never know how to act when someone is complimenting me, though I really appreciate it.

"So, how's everything? Birds told me that you're getting famous 'round here." he asked, sipping on his whiskey and turning to me. He leaned on his right arm on the table top and I could see his muscles tensing- Jesus, Elektra, get a grip.

"Pretty good, I had whole lots of work, but in a good way. And yeah, but if being famous means meeting Tommy Henriksen and other rock stars then I'm absolutely up to it." I replied and looked over to the guys. When my eyes landed on his again, he had this 'Excuse me?' look plastered.

I laughed, "What?"

"You weren't so excited to meet me," he answered. "What does he have that I don't?" he asked and turned around to steal a glance at him. Oh, men.

"Well," I started teasingly. "He's charming, handsome and has a great style."

He slowly shook his head "I feel extremely offended." and turned to the bar, not looking at me on purpose. Yet as I giggled I saw his lips curving out a little smile.

He gulped the whole whiskey from the glass and suddenly put on his jacket and stood up. He looked for something in his pocket before pulling out a cigarette and stopping to look at me. "Not like I'm less offended, but you comin'?" he asked and offered me this famous half-smirk of his. I nodded and we went towards the balcony.

The cold breeze hit my skin. Damnit, I could've taken a jacket with me or something. I pulled out one cigarette from my pack since i didn't want to always take 'em from Johnny.

I was about to light it up with my lighter, but Johnny quickly interrupted me with sticking his own up to my cig. I gave him a confused look and earned only a bright smile.

"I owe you one, don't I?"

I smiled and inhaled the nicotine. I also sighed, the sky is beautiful tonight.

The balcony had railing made of few levels of beams, with space between each, so if you'd want you could sit where the space was. I sat down and rested my chin on my forearm.

"What do you think about Joe's place?" Johnny asked, meeting my eyes.

"It's nice. Though it's the complete opposite of mine." I answered.

"Oh yeah, I think so too." he replied. "But the music here," he kissed the tip of his thumb, pointing and middle finger connected, "magnifique."

I chuckled and agreed. "This guy really has something for Iggy Pop." I added with big eyes as we heard another song coming from the speakers, 'Sixteen'. I love this song.

"Exactly! That's how I knew he was the one." Johnny proudly exclaimed and I only laughed.

"Why, you two are planning to get married or something?" I saw him rolling eyes and taking a drag.

"Yes, actually, we're gonna have a bunch of children." I giggled.

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"I really need to learn French sometime."

"Why?" Johnny asked curiously, almost ending his cigarette.

"I don't know, I just feel like it. It's a perfect language for" I looked up to the stars and said with more passion than needed, "hopeless romantics like me." and sighed.

I shivered when the cold became too much. I hoped that Johnny haven't noticed, tho. I don't know, do you sometimes have this feeling that you don't want anyone to know you're uncomfortable or cold or whatever? So weird.

However, I turned my head to him and instantly saw a question in his eyes. He must've noticed.

"Do you wanna take my jacket?" he asked softly, raising his brows.

I grinned. "No need to, Mr. Gentleman." But suddenly I shivered again. He took off his jacket without any questions.

"Here." he offered me a piece of clothing. "I don't want you catching a cold." I quickly looked between him and the jacket.

"Noo," I whined. "Now you're gonna be cold." I added and he shook his head.

"I won't, don't worry." he replied and looked at me with these puppy eyes. I couldn't say no.

"Alright." I mumbled and stood up. He helped me slip on the jacket, and I thanked him. I instantly felt warmer. It smelled like cigarettes.

And him.

I zipped it up to be gain ever more warmness and Johnny chuckled, smiling adorably while looking at me. When he did that even my heart got warmer.

"You know," he started. "I could teach you some French." My eyes lit up.

"Really?"

He nodded firmly. We talked some more about the party and Joe and in the meantime finished our cigarettes. Even when we went inside again, he didn't asked me to give him the jacket back.

Deep down, I didn't want to. It was all warm and made me feel somehow safe. On the outside it may seem worn, but on the inside is all cozy.

"Finally, we've been waiting for you two. We started to think that you're never gonna finish whatever you were doin' there." Alice approached us. He was more drunk than when we left. Damn, how long were we gone?

"Why, what's happening?" I asked and Joe's come along.

"They made me choose which game we'll be playing. I picked 'Never Have I Ever', so go and sit at the table, because we're gonna drink lots of alcohol." He explained and we did as he told.

I sat at one of the end of a 'L' shaped couch. Next to me sat Johnny, then Alice, Joe, Tommy and few other guys I didn't really know. There were also two girls.

Across from me sit a brown-haired man and he caught my eye. Oh, he was handsome.

Joe started pouring vodka to everyone's glasses. Everyone was somehow so amused, I wonder what we missed with Johnny.

Like he just read my mind, he turned his head to me. "I think we've really missed some fun around here." he said and I nodded energetic.

"Hey, Johnny!" Alice called loudly. "What a gentleman you are if you talk to a lady with sunglasses on?" he exclaimed and everyone agreed. Johnny looked at me questioningly, but I giggled shamelessly and snatched his glasses away from his nose and put it on mine.

"Now we can talk." I said and he raised one corner of his mouth and then smiled beautifully.

"Look at you," he started. "You look like a mini version of me."

I punched his arm. "I'm not mini!" I replied, actually sounding like I was.

When he was at my house the other night we measured our heights and it turned out I'm only about 3,5 inches shorter. As I get now how weird this sounds, I think it really was a strange night. With lots of fun, though.

"Alright," he raised his hands in defeat. We remained in eye-contact. I have no goddamn idea what attracts me so much to his eyes. They're always somehow full and are ready to look right into your soul.

"Never Have I Ever.." Joe stopped in order to think. "Been blackout drunk."

Almost everyone took the liquid down their throats, including me. Being blackout drank is not as fun as it could seem, and I hated it.

"Now me," Alice started when everyone's glasses were full. "Never Have I Ever gone skinny-dipping."

Johnny took the glass up to his lips and suddenly the butterflies in my stomach started doing somersaults. Don't imagine, don't imagine..

Tommy stood up, "I have one," he exclaimed to everyone. "Never Have I Ever did a one-night stand while being too drunk."

I felt my heart dropping. He didn't know, did he? What am I talking about? He couldn't, I'm just paranoid.

I suddenly felt Johnny's knee poking mine under the table. I poked him back.

We gulped down the alcohol and I found him briefly looking at me with a smile.

"Alright, the last one," Joe spoke again. "Never Have I Ever tried psychedelics. And that's not even important, because look." he wiggled a bag of colorful, small pills in the air.

A butterflies of excitement flew in my belly. I think that's 'Molly' and I've never taken any of these.

I turned the pill in my fingers. With the corner of my eye, I saw Johnny already swallowing his.

Fuck it.

I put it on my tongue and swallowed. Now I only need to wait.

After something 'bout 30 minutes, I finally saw results. The things started changing colors and shapes. At first I was a bit scared, but then remembered that I'm not alone.

Here we go...

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