**I'm going to create a profile for Johnathon really quick**
Name: Johnathon
Age: 18
Apperance: Black hair, and steel blue eyes.
Personality: total reble. he's sweet and carring, but has a bad temper. He can be nice, but he can also be deadly.
History: he has been Ryan's best friend since Pre-K. his dad was in the army. Johnathon has been training for the Navy since he was little. it's a dream of his. He has one sister who was raped at the age of 11. he hates guys now who are jerks and will do anything to hurt them, or see them arrested.
Okay:
Ryan:
I saw Grace was upset. She was about to cry. "She'll be okay! Look, my friend is here! He'll know what to do!" I was trying to help, but it wasn't working.
Johnathon:
I hopped out of my car and slammed my door. I was mad already. Ryan didn't call me unless there was an emergency.
"Hey Ryan, what's up?" I asked, a little peod.
"Um...there's a girl, an old friend of mine, that's being tortured by a jerk. Do you think you can help?"
I clenched my fists, my muscles bulging under the black tank I was wearing. "Most definitely."
