Would you ever photograph me?

"John, would you ever photograph me like you do those models?" Doe asked, breaking the silence.

"What?!" John responded, flabbergasted.

"Like those models. Not just candid shots. Like that girl you photographed nude." She answered meekily, hanging her head and breaking away from where she was resting on his chest.

"You want me to photograph you nude?!" John said, becoming more and more perplexed.

"That's not what I mean...necessarily" she defended herself, hanging her head even lower. "Well, maybe it's what I mean. I don't know. The things you said about me to John. I heard them all. You said them with a conviction I've never heard in any man before, especially when you said I was beautiful."

"You ARE beautiful, Doe!" He said, trying to be convincing.

"But not like that Annette girl. Not physically." She half-snapped, aiming it towards herself but making it sound like it was at him.

"Look at me." John said to her.

She picked her head up.

"You are beautiful inside AND out. And I'm not just saying that because you're my best friend. Annette is a super bitch, and not like you're a bitch." He threw that in because she always called herself a bitch and was known to be one to him especially. "She thinks she is the shit, and wanted those pictures so she can try to get into porn. I felt so dirty taking those pictures, but she paid well. But that's not the point. She's super controlling and was telling ME what to do, and acted like nothing was good enough for her." He took a break, smiled at her, then continued. "You're different. First of all, you are the picture of classic beauty. Pale skin, hourglass figure. You are good-natured and have a good heart, even if you are a bitch." She finally began to smile.

John thought for a second, then took a deep breath and said "you are perfect. You deserve so much more than guys like John give you. I meant every word I said to him tonight. Doe, I've known you for as long as I can remember and I've never met anyone as all-around beautiful as you."

She smiled at him for the first time all night, and then as if instinctively their heads moved closer together and their lips locked in a kiss. Unbeknownst to the other one, both of them actually saw fireworks. Their kiss was broken by a loud crash and squealing tires.

John looked out the window, and saw John's truck parked against the tree in their yard.

"Where's your phone?" He asked, his voice brief and meaningful.

"On my bedside table. Why?" She asked as he left the room. She didn't dare get out of his bed, partially due to fear.

He rushed back into room just as there was a loud banging on the door. John turned around to go fight with John again, but Doe stopped him.

"D...don't leave me." She said, fear taking over. "He...he'll g....go away soon. I'm scared, just stay here." Tears began to slip out of her eyes, and Doe walked back to his bed and wrapped his arms around her. He turned her phone on just in time for John to send another message.

"What does it say?" She picked her head up, her tears dried by John's comforting arms.

John read it, getting angrier with every word he read. "Fuck you, bitch. You stay in there with your little boyfriend. I'm through with you. But just so you know, I cheated on you since you wouldn't put out."

Then one more message came in. "Good luck being able to find someone else. No one is going to want a girl like you. You're too frigid and will probably die an old maid. lol."

John was fuming, but when Doe began to cry again he wrapped his arms around her.

When her tears finally subsided, she asked in a weak, breaking voice. "Do you love me?"