JOHNSON IS LOVE :)

They finally came down to their final song called "Can You Keep A Secret?" and the vibe just changed drastically. As the song got to the bridge, the beat became hypnotic. Every girl and guy in the jam-packed venue danced like there was no tomorrow. Johnson's thumping was quite addictive as I watched him play. He glanced over at me and winked, making me feel hotter than the whole room of fan girls. They finished performing and got the loudest response I've ever heard. Johnson got off stage and gave me the sweatiest bear hug ever.

"You just had to hug me?" I squirmed in his grasp.

"Of course! It makes me happy," Johnson laughs as he goes back and dismantles his drum kit.

"You do make him happy," Singer appears from behind me. "I never have seen him this happy in a long time since..."

"Since his girlfriend's death," I finished quietly. "What was her name?"

"Jillian. She was okay. She wasn't as cool as you," Singer smirks a bit before frowning. "She demanded a lot of Johnson's attention and he usually gave it to her. She got him pretty angry sometimes-"

"What are you saying about me?" Johnson says as he comes from behind and wraps his arms around my waist. Are we unofficially dating or what?

"Just talking about bunnies," I smile at Singer.

"Bunnies? I'll walk away now," Johnson puts his arms in the air and laughs.

"Hey guys," Bryan approaches. "Let's go outside. It's stifling in here and everyone is talking about Johnson's new girl. It's seriously hilarious."

"Why is it hilarious?" I ask curiously.

"Because Marshall is pissed off," Bryan says as we all started walking. "He's mad Johnson snagged you before he did."

"It wouldn't matter anyways. Marshall is not my type. He creeps me out," I say.

"WHOA! WHOA!" Singer shouts and stops. "STOP THE PRESSES! ALEX MARSHALL CREEPS OUT SIOBAHN! CELEBS REACT TO THE SHOCKING NEWS! ANDREW ANDREW!"

I see a guy with black and ash grey hair coming towards us with a bottle of water and a broad smile on his face.

"Have you heard the news? Siobahn thinks Marshall is creepy! Reaction!" Singer shouts as he shoves his imaginary microphone into Andrew's face.

"Not the word creepy!" Andrew gasps. "Oh my! Is that word even allowed to be in the same sentence as Marshall's name?"

Johnson shakes his head and smiles at me as he intertwines his warm fingers with mine. I could faint right now, but I don't faint. Plus if I did, he'd grab me perfectly like one of those romantic movie scenes. Don't need to feel anymore mushier or I'll feel like jelly. Or in Brandon's terms, apple jelly. We all make it outside and Marshall stood on the side talking on his cell phone, glancing at me every now and then. Johnson kept occupying my thoughts and my hands as he hugged me or just held me at random times. I haven't felt so close to a guy in so long. It just felt so right. We were meant for each other. The guys from all the bands started joking around but somehow Johnson and I walked away from their silly ruckus to a very secluded area on the outskirts of a small forest park. We walked in silence for a couple of minutes in the dark, my thoughts jumbling up into little wads. Then we stopped in front of a large tree.

"You know how to climb?" Johnson asks.

"Yeah. Good thing I wore pants," I smirk to myself as I start to climb, huffing and puffing along the way.

I found a nice large branch that had grooves from previous climbers and lovers, so I relaxed as Johnson effortlessly climbed the tree without a sweat. He got himself comfortable and we just sat there in silence with his arm around me.

"Are you cold or anything?" Johnson asked.

"No, you're more than warm enough."

"That's good."

We sat there in silence. I listened to his even breathing pattern and put my hands in my lap. Never felt so nervous...

"I like you Siobahn," Johnson suddenly says. "A lot. I don't remember the last time I felt for someone like you. I was just minding my own business today, thinking about stuff and just smoking it all away when I saw you standing across the street from me. It was like everything became dull and lifeless around you. You're like the apple of my eye. You just stood there smoking your cigarette and my mind was just set on you. Your eyes, your smile... it's just so captivating and inviting. No one is perfect, but I know without a doubt, you're perfect for me. I hope you don't mind but I think I might be sticking around you for awhile. Not like a psycho! I don't roll like that, but maybe just a very close companion."

"Or maybe as my boyfriend," I answer back quietly as I look up at him. "I think I can say that what you're feeling for me is exactly what I'm feeling in return. Why even fight it and wait? Why not now? I usually never rush into relationships but you are my only exception. You're different."

"I am very different," Johnson says as he holds my hands close to him. "I'm more different than you'll ever know."

"Everyone is different in some way. You are different. You are perfect."

Johnson did the look. Not the puppy dog look, but the look before the perfect kiss. I was completely nervous. Were my lips ready? Should I just go all in or just slow it up? He started to lean in slowly, biting his lower lip nervously in such a cute manner. I quickly rubbed my lips together and leaned in just as steadily. When our lips touched, I wasn't sure if it was real. I wasn't sure anything that happened until this very moment was real. But it was happening. Our lips touched so perfectly, his lips soft and incredibly warm and inviting. He intensified the kiss beyond anything I could imagine and I just held on to him for dear life, wanting more and more and more... The perfect kiss. Then he pulled back, stopped and cocked his head to the side then looked down to the ground.

"He just had to ruin our moment," Johnson whispered. "Only him."

"Who?" I said trying to recollect the moment; subsequently I looked down and grimaced.

MARSHALL.