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johnny didn’t care that it was four am in the morning, he didn’t care that he was half naked, a jacket thrown on his shoulders, he didn’t care that it was cold outside. all he cared about was ten, ten and only ten.
the moment he received the address from a supposedly very scared and anxious ten, he was already on his way to his car, keys in hands, ten in his mind.
ten, ten, ten and again ten. he would have loved calling him, ask him if he was going to be okay, just for a few minutes but since the first day they talked they had never exchanged numbers because ten didn’t want to intrude and johnny never thinking about it. but now he regretted, but it’s never late right ? nothing ever is, as he drove, burning all the red lights because he just didn’t fucking care - and then he remembers ten wouldn't have liked him swearing so he corrects himself, like that, alone in the dark streets in his dark car, because he is just that whipped.
& then he remembers that he should hurry more.
not even ten minutes or so, he arrives to the place ten described him, it was dark, even darker than the other streets if that was possible, only small red and pink neon lights that were lightning the place from very afar. maybe that was where ten went with his “date”. what a fucking douche, if only that mark was here, johnny would have made sure he wasn’t there anymore. he didn’t know exactly what he did to ten but he didn’t need to know to absolutely hate him. making ten panic like that was a good and enough reason to.
he silences the car and the absolute silence fell on him, but if he listened closer, he would hear deep and erratic breath, that sends him chills down his spine.
maybe that was ten. maybe that ten.
he hurried out of his car, leaving the car’s door open because he did not have time for this and he runned to where the sound came from and his heart almost broke when he saw him.
it wasn’t like that, how he imagined how they would first see each other. it’s far from it, actually. anything, but that.
he had never imagined that the first thing he would see was a broken ten. a dirty, whimpering ten, holding his arms, laying on the dirty floor.
ten, beautiful, pretty, adorable ten, crying, a pained expression painted on his face.
the shock froze him but he quickly snapped out of his thoughts.
ten was in and out of consciousness, and johnny had had a hard time making him open his eyes. but when he did, ten immediately recognized him.
“oh, you’re real.”
was the first thing he told him, and johnny might cry out of happiness.
“or this is just an hallucination ?”
his voice was soft, and even though it was broken, it was still pretty, so lovely and johnny wanted to hear it forever.
“no no, baby, i’m really here.”
johnny didn’t expect it; but ten still had energy to blush.
“come on,” he said again. “let me take you home.”