JTHM X READER (Discontinued)

(Actually found some motivation.)
"Hi Johnny. It's good to see you again."

Nny took a seat on the couch with me, opting to sit on the arm wrest rather than the actual cushion.
"You really think I'd just ABANDON you after all that? I'm almost insulted. In fact, I AM insulted."
Aw fuck. I forgot how to tell when he's kidding.
"WAIT NO I didn't mean it like th-"
Seeing me panic, he chuckled to himself and gave me a comforting embrace.
"Heheh no, (y/n.) I kid."
I pulled away. "Do you always take pleasure from seeing me in distress?"
"Of course not! I mean sure, I enjoy watching you suffer a little bit," Nny put a finger on his chin, trying to think of a way to end his sentence.
"...but that's cause it makes me happy. And you're kinda the only thing I wanna see when I'm happy." I frowned trying to comprehend his words, earning smirk from him. He stifled a laugh.
"...And so the cycle continues."
I rolled my eyes, assuming he wasn't being completely serious. At the same time it took a lot in me to hold back a smile from seeing him in noticeably good mood.
"Well you seem to be in good spirits," I muttered, barely audible, as I picked up the remote.
"What was that, (y/n)?"
"Nothin. Anyway, pleeeease watch this with me," I half heartedly begged. The 'Show You Watch With Your Eyes' was on.
"...I'm bored, there's nothing to do. This is the only good thing on TV." I pointed at the screen.
Nny looked at the tube for a moment, before back to me in disgust.
"Seriously? You like this show?"
I nodded slowly in shame.
Nny just shook his head and sighed. "Ew, no. I'm hungry. I came here because I wanted to see if you were up for getting Beany Chips with me."
I was happy that for once, he suggested something normal.
"I would LOVE to get Beany chips with you."

"I didn't know you were Mexican, Nny. That's pretty interesting, I mean, you're so pale," I said, shoveling some more chips into my mouth. We sat on his car at the cliff after going to the convenience store.
"Mhm. It's probably 'cuz I don't get much sun. Not that I want to, anyway. I just don't often leave my house when it's sunny . I usually go places at night. If I do decide to go out when it's sunny, I'm not out for too long since I'm probably mur-"
He paused for a few moments and fidgeted anxiously.
"Hmm?"
"Well, you know, stabby-hurty-stuff."
"...Oh yeah. I forgot you do that. It's really easy to forget sometimes." I felt my heart rate drop for a second there.
There was a few moments of silent tension. Nny snaked his arm around my shoulder, which for some reason caused me to force out the words I'd been meaning to say for a while.
"Nny, I'm sorry for not calling you for the past month." I looked down at my lap.
"Oh, don't even apologize. I probably would have died again if you did."
I didn't expect that response at ALL.
"Again? How would you have died?"
He sunk down in his seat and interlocked his fingers across his chest.
"Well, ya see..." he began obviously not enthused, as if it was his millionth time explaining this.
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"...Yeah. So in this ungodly coincidence, Devi actually ended up calling me, and I got shot in the head at point-blank range, which killed me instantly."
I turned to look at him with wide eyes. He had told me beforehand about his experience in hell the last time I saw him, but never went into detail about how he died.
"I think you can imagine what happened next," he sighed. "Never want to go back to that point in my life. NEVER!! I could GO ON!! Just THINKING about it makes me SO GOD DAMN UPSET." He put his arms in the air in frustration.
"What the FUCK, man. Why would you put yourself through that??"
On and off again I constantly am questioning if I should be with this guy.
"...So you did the same thing AGAIN, thinking I completely forgot about you?"
He look at at me blankly.
"Yes."
An unavoidable guilt took over. If he died again, if would've been my fault- and I don't think he'd get any second chances at life after that.