I did this for Johnny, man.
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• One story for each greaser
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Warnings: mentions of gore
Word count: 533 words
(Narrator's POV)
The next day you and Ponyboy had an average day at school. It was after school that gave you and the gang quite a fright.
It happened when you and Pony were working on a social studies project in his room, the teacher assigned you two as partners. Ponyboy was in the middle of writing on the poster when Sodapop yelled with a hint of distress from the living room, "Oh, Johnnycakes!" Followed by other nervous whines.
You and Pony gave each other confused looks and made your way to the living room to see what all the racket was about. And there Johnny stood in the front doorway, whimpering. His face was bruised all over and his left eye swollen shut. There was a deep cut on his cheekbone, it would definitely leave a scar. Blood was seeping through the ripped collar of the shirt he was wearing.
"Johnny? Johnny, what happened? Who did this to you?" You begged. Johnny's lip started to quiver and tears began to well up in his dark puppy-like eyes. Although they weren't so puppy-like now; instead they showed panic, suffering, and hatred. Sodapop helped him to the couch and rushed to the first aid kit in their bathroom cabinet.
"It's alright baby, just relax," Sodapop cooed. The rest of you (Ponyboy, Two-Bit, Darry, and yourself) just stood and watched as Soda held Johnny close in his arms, lightly swaying him back and forth while he sobbed into Soda's shoulder. Sodapop dabbed a damp cloth on his wounds.
Dally busted through the door, "You're never gonna believe this, man, I-" He paused for a moment to get a good look at Johnny and immediately darted back out the door, slamming it behind him so the house slightly shook. Everyone knew he was gonna find whoever did that to Johnny and beat their head in.
(Your POV)
Sodapop made Johnny rest on the couch, even though Johnny insisted he would just go to the lot. I love observing the relationship the gang has. They're like brothers. No matter what happens - wether you got kicked out of your house or literally murdered someone - the rest of the gang always had your back. Putting Johnny to sleep didn't take long at all, it was an agonizing day for him. The poor kid, we don't deserve him.
I played with Johnny's hair until he fell into a deep slumber. Everyone else was asleep except Pony and I. Two-Bit will be disappointed when he finds out we watched Mickey Mouse without him after he went back to his own house. I sunk into the couch beside Ponyboy.
"Y/n, I need to tell you something."
I replied, "Just whisper it in my ear, Pony."
. . .
"I love you."
. . .
"I also ate the last slice of cake, promise not to tell Steve?"
That's the end of Ponyboy's story, I hoped you guys enjoyed it! I'll start working on Dally's story soon. Until then,
