I'm so thankful for the reader who requested Johnny Depp as a male face claim! And I want to thank them for being so patient with me lol. I truly write soooo slow!
Reader requested a young Johnny Depp, late 80's era, inspiration from the '21 Jump Street series' Where Johnny plays an undercover cop! Reader wanted a female POV of Johnny falling in love with his sister's best friend.
This one-shot is what I made work!! Lol, hope y'all enjoy!!!
PLEASE EXCUSE ANY GRAMMATICAL ERRORS. I edited this half asleep, I will re-edit in the morning lol.
The clacking of my heels along the hard floors of this guest room begins to drive me insane.
Out of all the carpeted rooms in this house, they of course have hard wood flooring in the room that I am to stay in for an entire week's visit!
But I shouldn't complain... My best friend Jillian Depp and her family opened up their house to me during this extremely tough week.. I couldn't be more thankful for their hospitality.
I hear a horn honk outside in the night as Jillian and the rest of our girlfriends wait for me to go out clubbing with them.. A true surprise event being that in the morning we will be putting our dear friend Bianca to her final rest at her funeral.
I try to be a team sport, deciding that I'll go out with them if it will make them feel better about this horrible untimely situation...
As selfless as I try to be, even though I honestly don't feel like going out, the universe makes it worse for me being that I just can't get the damn zipper to go up in the back of this dress!
Maybe it's a sign not to go? Maybe.
Flaying my arms at the back of my dress in the reflection of the mirror, I attempt to fasten the zipper myself. I become so tangled and twisted in the horrid dress as I fight with it, that I end up flat on my ass as I slip and injure my knee as it slaps the wooden floors.
I give up.
Hissing in pain as I rub my now bruised knee, I watch myself in the reflection and I begin to sigh.
What am I even doing?
I look an absolute sweaty mess. Pathetic, trying to still fit in with my friends knowing that the LA lifestyle is far in my past.
I hear a gentle knock on the door and notice Jillian's older brother come checking in on me.
Johnny peeps into the room, noticing my aggravation as I lay against the floor.
"Who won?" He chuckles playfully. "You, or the dress?"
I sigh. "The dress, clearly."
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