🔪 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐁𝐐 𝐒𝐚𝐮𝐜𝐞 [𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙊𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨]

What's That Johnny?

I wake up to the obtrusively blinding sun shining directly on my milky white skin. So. Annoying. I groan and stretch my petite arms. I rub my eyes, and I see Darry standing right in front of me. What's he look so mad for?

Then I look down.

A sleeping Johnny. And he's. Tangled in my arms. My leg is curved over his waist. I just stare at him in bewilderment for a hot minute.

"I don't remember any of this happening, Darry!"

Darry just gives me a look. "It's too early for this, Mitch, what's going on?"

"I- uh, I was, drugged. Yeah, I was drugged."

Darry crosses his arms. "Johnny? Drug you?" he rubs his sinus. He looks to the ground at my sweater thrown on the floor. It was hot last night, okay!

Darry puffs. "Did you at least use protectio-"

All of a sudden, someone walks into the living room, and groans, "Darry I'm hungryyyyy!"

Ponyboy! Michael! Curtis! Thank god! Thank god!

I scramble to push Johnny off the sofa. I don't need anyone else thinking I did something unspeakable under their roof.

Ponyboy was busy rubbing the sleep off his eyes before he turns to look at me. "Oh, hey, mornin' Mitch... and Johnny?" he looks to the floor where a half-scared to death-looking Johnny is laying.

Needless to say, breakfast was awkward. Soda and Two-Bit were too busy being dumb that they didn't catch on to the embarrassing atmosphere. The ones who did, however, Darry, Steve, Pony and Johnny though...

While eating I would frequently take glances towards Johnny, who was sitting next to Darry, absolutely red in the face. I guess he remembered last night too. Ew, this sentence alone makes it sound weird, uh, forget I typed anything. The omnipresent author feels like dying right now.

When breakfast was over, Ponyboy reminded me that I had to come back to school soon. Ugh. I forgot, and I wished it stayed that way. School is so! Boring!

But I'm a beeboss, right? I can handle it...

Something pops up in my mind, like a prophecy from the archangel Gabriel himself. Mentally, I smirk. School meant running into the boys more often, and all the cliche shit that comes with highschool romcoms. Oh, hell yeah.

I apply my black lipstick and heavy emo mascara and waltz out of Ponyboy's room ready to take on some boys- I mean, the world. Yeah the world. Definitely. Uh huh.

--

It's been a month or so now. Life has been absolutely amazing. The gang has sort of made me one of their own now, and I talk with all of them way more often. I practically live with the Curtis' now. I haven't been at my Uncle's for a whole month! Only once, to grab my Mandela Catalogue onesie, though. I don't what I'd be without it...

So, the usual. I'd playfully hit on both Soda and Steve, and it was just that. I just thought it was fun, like an evil game I played. At least Soda knew my game well, and went along with it. Cheek kisses, playful remarks, nothing more! I was having the time of my life!

Except for Steve. He wasn't aware of my little games. Huh, he'll get over it... right?

Moving on. I see Johnny way more often now. At first, he was almost invisible. He was real good at that. He had trouble making himself seen even when he wanted to. But I noticed it, I always did.

Johnny in the hallways at school. Johnny at the DX, buying a coke. Johnny at The Dingo hanging out with that one infamous no-good hood I don't see around much. What was his name... Dani? Daniella?

Long story short, he's been going at this for a while now. He's like my shadow. When I bought a honey strawberry cutie unicorn vomit milkshake at The Dingo, a miffed-looking waitress told me it's already been paid for.

"I'm sorry-" I paused her. "Who exactly paid for my drink?

She scoffed. "Dunno, some shortstacks. Dark. Greasy ass hair."

The puzzle pieces clicked together so satisfyingly in my ginormous big brain.

I walked back home to the Curtis's with a fiery new goal in my heart.

As I entered, I heard some chatter going on in Darry's room. I crept behind the doorframe and listened in, like the hoe I am.

"-Johnny, you can't just keep waiting around forever." Darry huffs.

"I know, it's just... awe, man. What's wrong with me?"

"Listen, you just need to ask it."

"But, how?"

"When it gets home, you ask. Do the scary thing first, and be scared later, y'hear?"

"...Okay, I'll try."

I slap my hands on my mouth to muffle a squeal. Are they talking about what I think it is...?!

I hurriedly rush to the living room when I see Johnny sit up from the bed. I sit all innocent-like, and pick up a random newspaper lying around. I skim through the obituaries, I'm so innocent. Like, so innocent.

I pretend to be surprised when I see Johnny slowly approach me.

"Hi Johnnycakes!" I greet, crossing my legs in a very totally innocent I-ain't-heard-nuthin' manner.

"H-Hey, Mitch. Uhm- can I ask you something?" he's playing with his fingers. He's so nervous it's adorable!

"Ask away!"

"They're showing a movie tomorrow night. A-At the Nightly Double. I was just, maybe, I dunno, wondering if you..." he stammered.

"...Wanted to go?"