I don't know how long I was supposed to suppress the growing feelings in me. I don't know how long I would be able to hide them. But will she see how much she means to me? I don't think its meant to be for I am not the one. You see, this girl has always...always..al-fucking-ways been my best friend. Now, all I want before I die is her.

"John-John!!" I hear a high pitched, squeaky voice yell. I knew it was her, and it quickly shook me from my thoughts. I grunted as her short frame charged and hugged my side.

"Mistyraine!" I played off as a laugh. She purred like a kitten, nuzzling into my side. I ran a hand through her straight, almond hair. Her blue eyes shimmered up at me. Her pale skin shined behind her small freckles. "What's going on, Mist?" I pulled away from her grasp then hugged her tight and picked her up.

"I has gots za boyfranddddd!" That smile she had. It melted my insides.

"That's great, Mistyraine!" I lied. "When do I get to meet him?" She was always playful, like a little child. Then Matt walked into the room.

"Rightttt nowwww!" She pealed away from me, pecking Matt's cheek. Something inside me dropped and I swallowed something back. Her face contorted into that of worry, reaching out to grab my hand. I pulled it away, and played it off as scratching my head. "Johnnyyyy, what's wronggg?" She whined out.

"N..Nothing." My breath was shaky, "Just not feeling t..too well.." I turned and darted around to the bathroom, closing the door and sinking down to the floor. Matt was her new boyfriend. I raged out in jealousy, tossing my head back as I cracked my knuckles in an attempt to calm myself down. The nervousness took its toll as I slumped over to the toilet, emptying my guts. I heard a knock at the door.

"Johnny..?" Her voice was hesitant. "Johnny Christ!" I smiled slightly. It was so cute when she called me that. The door creaked open, and I looked at her with a smile on my face, clenching the sides of the bowl. She sat criss-cross beside me, slapping me on the shoulder. "Learn to hold your guts in, Johnny Fucking Christ," she chuckled, wiping my mouth corners. Matt appeared in the doorway.

"Johnny can I talk to you?" I froze up and signed, scrambling to a standing position. He brought me into the hallway. See, we were standing backstage, the other guys fooling with groupies. I never did that in hope that she'd always come to me. Never. "Okay, man. I see what's going on here." He sighed, pinching his temples.

"Obvious?" He nodded, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"I think she's trying to make you jealous." And with that, Misty walked out. Her phone was going off with Misha Collins yelling 'Confetti! It's a parade!'

"I...I've gotta go.." She was shaking, clenching her phone. She turned around and began to walk off when Matt tapped my shoulder, nodding.

"Misty, wait!" I put a hand on her shoulder and she turned her head to look at me. Then I was tangled in a jumble of thoughts. Here was my best friend. Yet, I couldn't speak to her. "I.." Then, I quickly cleared my throat, "Have a safe trip home." She smiled and walked down the corridoor until she reached the outside exit. "And I love you." She just walked out that door. I was stranded in that corridor hallway.

"Dude. Seriously. You need to go after her, man!" Matt called from behind me. "She's probably sitting in her car, trying to make something of this. Go! She needs to know. I want you to go af-" I didn't hear anything he said after that. My feet were pounding at the floor, just as my heart was doing in my chest. My head was spinning, my vision blurring. I shoved the door open and nearly fell. Quickly regaining my stance, I noticed Matt was right. She sat in her 90's Chevy Impala - the only car she ever wanted after she started watching Supernatural at age 19 - with her hands on the steer. She breathed, staring emptily. Until I tapped the window. Fuck that. I opened the door and pulled her into a standing position.

"Mistyraine! Don't go, yet, Mistyraine!" She said nothing, but I gave her a moment of silence. "My dearest friend, if you don't mind, I'd like to stay by your side. We could sit and stare at the stars, now and forever." My attempt to site her favorite movie. It wasn't working. Nothing was. Then, an idea rang in my thoughts, shaking the ground. I gripped her chin roughly, colliding our lips.

"Mistyraine! I love you."

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I awoke, a strand of saliva falling from my chin onto the table beneath me.

"John-John! Wakeyyyy! We're in Huntington Beach!" I looked up to become face-to-face with our merchant manager, Mistyraine. "We got here late, and, as you can tell, my phone is being blown up from Sir Brian Haner." Her phone was sputtering out Misha Collin's voice. We were the last two on the tour bus, everyone else outside unpacking the trunk thing.

Matt gave me a thumbs up.

"How long was I out?" She thought for a moment then opened her mouth to speak. "You know what? It doesn't fucking matter. Want to meet up at the bar, later? I love you." And with that, I got up and walked outside to join the rest of the band.

"Johnny Fucking Christ." I heard her chuckle. "You got some guts. Leaving a girl before she can say she loves you, too. Pitiful!" I laughed and proceeded in hugging her.

Notes

Just a little one shot for a contest...