The burly teenager grinned smugly as he zeroed in on Ciccy. She growled and punched his gut. She grabbed her fist and pinned her to the wall. "Back off mother fucker!" She growled. He grinned wider. "You're a feisty one aren't ya?" "She said back off creep!" Someone said from behind them. The guy whipped his head and let go of her. She rubbed her fist with a growl. Jonathan glowered at him. Ciccy kicked the teenager where the sun don't shine. He doubled over in pain and took off. "Are you okay?" Jonathan asked worriedly, grabbing her wrist and checking her over. She hissed and yanked her arm back. "What's wrong?" he asked. "I can't believe you! Do you think I'm helpless?!" She snapped. "What? Of course I don't!" "Then why did you 'save' me? I'm not some damn damsel in distress!" "I never said-" "but you thought it!" Her blue eyes steely. "Why? Why do you feel like I can't take care of myself?" "I don't!" "Then why did you come? How did you even know where I was?" "Because...because...because I-I like you?" He stammered. She opened her mouth to retort but closed them and her face softened. "What?" "I-I like you..." he repeated slowly. "I...I like you too, Johnny Boy," she smiled.