ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ɢᴏ
ᴛᴏ ᴄʀʏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇꜱ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ 'ʟᴏɴᴇꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴡɴ'
When Dallas Winston's sister, (y/n), can't get Ponyboy Curtis out of her mind, she discovers that someone else in the group has feelings for her. In the town...
"And you'll never guess what happened, Johnny!" I exclaimed, telling him about what happened before my cord was unplugged.
"Cherry Valance. Cherry Valance!" I giggled. He laughed too, but it turned into a horrendous coughing fit after. "Johnnycake, y'all right?"
He tried to nod but ended up just jerking his body. I would have been funny, but I didn't think it was appropriate to make jokes while Johnny was sick.
"I know you told Ponyboy." He wheezed out, trying to inhale more air. "And it all right." I felt guilt stinging in my stomach. "But I think we should talk about it." He gulped.
I couldn't look him in the eye because of the way he laying, but there was a mirror placed so it felt semi-normal. It was still hard to look at him, though. His once doe eyes, were now swollen and coated in layers of black and blue.
"Johnny, we'll save that for later. We just gonna skip over the part where we ran into a burnin' buildin'? I mean, I'm on a respirator, and you can't walk."
"Shut your trap, and let me talk for once," Johnny yelled, clearly frustrated, "Aight, the other night, we did something that we can't undo. We agreed that it wouldn't mean nothin', but-"
"Johnnycake!" I heard Dally sing down the hall, still clearly high on anesthetics.
"Johnny-"
"Close that door so we can talk."
"That night by the water fountain," he whimpered, "I know we agreed that havin' sex with each other meant we wouldn't regret loosin' our virginity to no one else that we'd regret. But I've felt s'hm, and I have for a long time, y/n."
"J-" I tried to say, but he gave me a death glare through the mirror. He wasn't lying. I could tell he wasn't, and it bothered me. We had talked about being virgins before, and we both knew that we were going to be horrible. So one thing led to another, and that fountain where Johnny stabbed Bob, was significant in two different ways.
While we were messing around, an 'I love you' slipped. Mistakes were made, and we walked home in our separate ways.
"I meant what I said when you were, uhh- you know. But I didn't want you to find out that way. And before you start ramblin', I know you like Pony, and I beat myself over it every day. I would beg and plead ya to be with me. Because I love ya- I really do. I love ya in a lovey-dovey way. And I want to be with ya more than anythin' in the world. But that ain't fair to you, and I'm dyin', y/n, I really am. I've only got a couple of days." He choked, his voice quivering.
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"Don't you fucking say that. Don't you dare." I stammered, moving the mirror and laying down on the ground so I could talk to him face to face. This made me break down even harder. "If you die- what about me? What am I gonna do, Johnny? I'm gonna- well, Johnny I'd lose my shit." I told him, my voice breaking. "Please stay alive, Johnny. Please, for me. I'll fuck ya every day if it means you'll survive. I promise, I really do." I told him, tears streaming down my face. He jerked his burnt hand off the bed and wiped my face with a light smile.
"Now one of these days, you're gonna have 'ta save the horse and ride the pony."
"Jesus, not you too, Johnny." I choked out a laugh while quietly crying.
"Pony was right, you really are beautiful when you cry." He smiled, pain painted across his face.
"You'll be alright, y/n. You'll be alright without me."
That was the last time I ever talked to my Johnnycake.
