Outsiders imagines

Johnny

I took a deep inhale of my cigarette before allowing myself another glance of the group of boys sitting at the other end of the seats at the Nightly Double. Well, one of the boys specifically, I guess. The group seemed rowdy, all except him. He seemed quiet and shy and sweet. Yeah, he seemed sweet.

One of my friends nudged me on the shoulder, hard. I scrambled with my hands to save the popcorn from falling only to catch her giggling.

"You wouldn't be laughing if our popcorn was all over the ground," I scoffed, nudging her back.

"Which one has your attention?" She nodded toward the boys.

I sighed in defeat, pointing to my cheek. The boy with the scar.

My friend, Ali, smiled at me before grabbing me by the elbow and dragging me over to their section, the two of us abandoning the rest of our friends. They sent us looks of confusion, but she only winked at them and waved them away.

"Hi, Ponyboy. Hi, Johnny," she greeted as we moved to the front row towards the boy. "Do you mind if we sit with yall? Our friends are being kind of annoying?"

"Sure, though I'm not sure our friends are any better," the other boy, Ponyboy, I think, gestured to the group behind them.

I sat by Johnny as my friend sat on the other side of Ponyboy. Johnny gave me a shy smile before quickly cutting his gaze back to the movie.

Quietly, I gave him my name, hoping to pull any kind of reaction of him. He returned the gesture and quickly turned his eyes back to the screen.

My shoulders slumped in defeat as I copied him, only to be greeted with a gruesome murder on the screen. I had been so distracted before that I hadn't even realized that I had sat through the beginning of a horror film.

I squirmed in my seat and couldn't hide my grimace as the scene seemed to be never-ending. I placed a hand in front of my eyes before suddenly feeling a soft grip on my arm. It was Johnny. 

"W-would you want to come with me to get a soda?" It's dark, but I swear I can see blush on his cheeks.

"Yes, please," I answered, nodding quickly.

He asked his friends if they wanted anything before we took off towards the concession stand, and in a moment of courage, I gripped his hand in my own.

We were quiet as we walked, and I wanted to scream of excitement as he squeezed my hand when we got to the line.

"Not a fan of scary movies?" He asked, gazing at our interlocked fingers.

"No, apparently, I can't handle anything that's even slightly scary," I chuckled, embarrassed. "I just don't understand why people want to be scared during their free time."

"I don't really love horror either, but Pony seems to like any and all movies, so usually I'll come watch with him. The rest of the gang was just looking for something to do." He said.

"Well, maybe we can suffer through them together," I laughed, squeezing his hand once more.

When it was our turn, he bought two comes, handing me one of them.

"Maybe instead we could do something we both enjoy instead?" He stuttered the sentence out, but that didn't matter to me.

"Like a date?" I couldn't keep the excitement out of my voice. Something I ended up being glad about as a wide smile covered his face.

"Yeah, like a date."

"There's nothing of like more Johnny."

We were giggling like children as we returned to our friends. I held his arm throughout the rest of the movie, and he distracted me with his whispers during the scary parts of the movie.

I couldn't help but have a good feeling about where this was going.