Ralph Macchio Imagines/references

𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 j.c.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺-𝘴𝘪𝘹 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦-𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭.
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Johnnys Point of View .:

,,WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING YOU LITTLE SHIT?!''

The words my so called mother screamed right at me after I ran away from that shitty hole. Why does my life have to be so hard and shitty. What did I do to deserve all of this. My head continued filling itself up with all the negativity that has happend in my life. I wiped the tears that were rolling down my cheeks away and breathed out a shaky sigh. My hand went up to my jean jacket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Lighting up my cigarette breathing in the smoke making me instanly close my eyes letting go of all the shit suffocating my mind and soul. My eyes wandered off to where i was. It was familiar to me. I smiled a little looking down at the sunset and the beautiful old and big oak tree where I always went when something like this happend. Suddenly I heard the sound of a car behind me.

,,Oh no. Please no''

I whispered knowing what was going to happend in a few seconds. The car stopped right next to me while i continued walking trying to escape the scene. Almost immediatly someone grabbed me from behind and threw me on the floor. I winced when my head came in contact with the floor.

,,Got you, greaser''

The oh so familiar voice behind me spoke while pushing my head harder down on the concrete floor. Bob Sheldon. The leader of the so called socs.

,,Let me go''

I barerly managed to choke out. Everything happend so fast. One minute he was pushing me down on the floor and now he is holding his blade out. Before he could stab me an unkown voice spoke behind him making him stop his actions. There she was. A oh so beautiful girl holding a gun to bobs head while taking out her blunt and crushing it with her heel on the floor. Before anyone could react, the socs sprinted to their car and drew with high speed away to god knows where. I couldnt make out her face but as i tried to stand up i passed out.

Unkown Girl's Point of View.:

Worry crept up in me as i saw him laying there almost looking lifeless. I quickly rushed to him and tried to make him stand up. It was hard but I managed to drag him to my house and lay him on my bed. My parents were long dead so nobody would care if i brought a stranger to my house. I sighed looking at him sleeping on my bed. I softly closed the door and went to the kitchen and started preparing dinner.