Kyle's POV: There are only 3 days left until warpped. And Johnnie and I have been together for six. It's killing Bryan that he can't tweet or instagram anything about Johnnie and I... it's actually pretty entertaining. But Johnnie just keeps telling Bryan what he told me, 'just wait until warpped.' I don't know what he's going to do at warpped, but if Johnnie wants me to wait...I'll wait. I was snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of Johnnie's voice. "Kyle, are you in there?" He asked, waving a hand in front of my face. I blinked, "Oh sorry I spaced out." I said blushing slightly. He laughed. "That's okay, I was just asking you if you wanted to start packing for wrapped?" I nodded. "Oh yeah sure." I replied. Johnnie had come over my house today to help me pack. He had already finished packing since he started as soon as he got the phone call telling him that he was going on warpped. After about an hour passed I realized that the only thing we got accomplished, was putting my suitcase on the floor. The rest of the time was spent by us goofing off and fooling around. I sat on my bed and Johnnie was on the floor. "Wow...we've accomplished nothing." Johnnie said making me laugh. "I know right. Remind me not to let you help me with anything to important." I said making him laugh. "Well all kiding aside, don't call me to help you pack ever again." I laughed at this. "Yeah well it's your fault that we got so far off track in the first place." I said. "Is not!" Johnnie yelled pushing me lightly. I got off the bed and pushed him back onto the ground. "Is too!" I replied.

Johnnie's POV: Kyle pushed me back onto the floor. I forgot that I wasn't wareing a sweatshirt, so when he pushed me back the scars on my arms where exposed. 'Maybe he won't notice...' I thought to myself. "Johnnie... what are those?" He said pointing to my arm. I sat up and covered the scars with my hand and looked at Kyle nervously. "Why Johnnie?" He said looking at me with sadness in his eyes. I couldn't look at him, my eyes met the floor and I stayed quite. The room remianed quiet for a few more minuets before I found my voice and broke the silence. "I couldn't take it Kyle...my dad's gone, and my mom couldn't care less about me." I said starting to cry. "Oh Johnnie, it's okay, I'm here for you, you know this." He said. "Yeah I know...but it just hits me sometimes when I least expect it." I said finally taking my gaze away from the floor to Kyle. "Johnnie..." I looked up at him and he lifted my chin and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. "I love you Johnnie." He whispered, pulling away from me. "I love you too Kyle." I whispered. "Johnnie?" "Yeah?" "Do you have any more scars?" He asked me. I stayed quiet. "Johnnie?" I nodded. "Show me your scars." Kyle said gabbing my hand and taking it into his. "Where are they?" He asked. "My stomach, chest, and arms." I replied quietly. "Johnnie...take off your shirt and let me see your scars." I looked at him weirdly for a moment before I understood and took off my shirt. Kyle then took my arm and kissed the scars all up and down my arms. "I love you Johnnie." He whispered to me. I closed my eyes and sat there. "I love you too Kyle." I whispered back.