Burning in Broken, Golden Love (Johnny Cade x Reader / Y/N)

Un, Deux, Trois, Quatre, Cinq

A/N : If anyone can guess why I named this chapter that, comment here. I wanna see if anyone'll get it right. I am also taking requests for scenes <3 

TW : Mentions of abvs3

It was morning when the sun shone through the windows and woke you up. Your face was still stained with tears. You opened your eyes and looked around. You were still laying on Johnny, his arms on your back, occasionally twitching. You smiled, blushing a bit. He wasn't awake yet.

A door opened behind you and you closed your eyes quickly, feigning sleep. It was Sodapop, who chuckled at the sight of you. Johnny stirred and yawned. You held back a smile. "Hm?" you heard him mumble in a sleepy voice.

"Shoot, Johnny, ya got a girl on ya!" Sodapop laughed. Johnny shifted, and you figured it was from embarrassment. Johnny put his hand on your head, slightly shaking you.

"H-hey, Y/N, u-uh, wa-wake up . . ." he said, barely audible. You buried your face in his chest and then fluttered your eyes open and looked around. Johnny was crimson and Soda was trying not to laugh. You blushed.

"O-oh, u-uh, sorry, Johnny," you whispered, sitting up and rubbing your arms together. He muttered, It's okay, and Soda continued laughing.

"Hah, you two," Soda said, walking into the kitchen to make some breakfast. "What do y'all want? Cake? Uh, mac'roni?" You shrugged and so did Johnny. It was that moment that Ponyboy walked in, yawning. "Oh, hey, Y/N, Johnny. Didja stay the night? Wait, didja stay the night . . . togetha?" Johnny flushed and you buried your face in your hands.

"Hey, Pony, whatcha want for breakfast?" Soda asked. "Eggs? I know that Y/N don't like 'em, which means Johnny ain't gonna eat any." You sighed and got up, stretching. Your dress was all wrinkled and your hair was tangled. You stepped into the bathroom to straighten yourself up, brushing your hair with Soda's comb and trying to fix your dress.

"Hey, Darry," you called out, leaning on the doorframe. "D-do you have a-an i-iron? M-my dress is a b-bit wr-wrinkled."

"Yeah, no problem. Take some'o Pony's threads and I'll get Soda to iron it for ya!" Darry replied, which made Soda groan. You nodded and ducked into Pony and Soda's room, going through the small closet. You picked out a grey tank-top and some skinny jeans, putting them on quickly and walking out with your dress on your arm. Johnny was staring at you, blushing.

Dallas burst through the door and announced that he wanted to go out and wanted to know if anyone wanted to join him. Ponyboy declined along with Soda and Darry. Johnny looked at you and you smiled, nodding. "M-me n' Johnnycake'll join y-ya," you whispered. Johnny smiled back at you and stood up. You followed him out of the door and into the town.

You stopped by a store to look at the magazines. When you reached for a magazine, you realized that so did Johnny. You both froze, turning a light shade of pink. "Y-you take it," Johnny mumbled. You shook your head. "N-no, y-you."

"This place blows," Dally said, coming up behind you. He put his hand on your shoulder. "I'm gonna head out n' get some booze. Y'all can stay here er whatever. See ya later at the Curtis' house." With that, Dallas walked out of the store, and you noticed something in his hand. Something that wasn't there before.

"W-wanna wander . . . ?" Johnny asked you, and you nodded. You left the store and began to roam about the streets. Suddenly, there was the sound of a gunshot that rang through the air. Your heart skipped a beat and you froze in place. There was yelling and screaming, then more gunshots. You turned to see a man with a gun, aiming at some citizens.

Johnny was frozen in place, and you knew that if you didn't move now, you'd end up shot. You grabbed his wrist and dragged him into an alleyway. There was a garbage bin and you pulled him behind it, trembling and holding back tears. You peeked past the metal to see a little boy get shot and collapse to the ground. You yelped and Johnny pulled you back, hugging you close. He was shaking with incredible force. You turned and wrapped your arms around his waist. You were beginning to cry and so was he. Warm drops fell onto your head and he held you.

"We're okay, we're okay, we're okay," you muttered, not really believing it. A woman screamed and more gunshots rang through the air. You moved slightly so that you could lean on Johnny and hold his hand. "He w-won't find us," you said, your voice low and trembling.

You could hear sirens in the distance, and you knew that he'd be caught soon enough. Johnny squeezed you and you put your head in the crook of his neck. "I d-don't wanna d-die," he whispered. You nodded and pushed yourself closer to him. "I d-don't want ya to d-die."

"W-we ain't gonna d-die, J-Johnny, we're gonna be o-okay."

You listened in terrified silence with occasional sobs as the police called for the man to drop his gun. He turned it on himself. You were finally safe.

"He's gone, Johnny, we're okay, h-he's all g-gone now," you said, your voice full of relief. You pulled away to look at him and his tear-stained cheeks. You put my hand on his cheek, giving him a reassuring smile through your own tears, and rubbing away his. "We-we're okay." He blushed and nodded. You turned away and sighed a breath of relief, calming your beating heart down. Johnny pulled out a cigarette and asked if you wanted one. You shook your head, if your mom was smoking, you'd get beat. You were scared of them.

He seemed to consider this and then put his away. "I- I unders-stand," he mumbled. You sat there for a few more minutes before Dallas came running into the alley. When he spotted you, he sighed and began to yell.

"The hell? Y'all coulda gotten killed! Y'all shoulda cut outta here, that old man was blitzed, totally hacked off! You flakes!" He continued to yell, which made Johnny look down, more tears forming in his eyes. You noticed this and leaned against him, putting your head on his shoulder. "Tch. C'mon, let's beat it." You nodded and stood up, pulling Johnny up behind you. You turned to Dallas.

"Is . . . is he really g-gone, Dal?"

He nodded and put his hand on your head, ruffling your hair. "Ain't no need for ya to be scared. I was gonna pound 'em if he ever laid a finger on ya." You leaned into him and took Johnny's hand. The three of you walked to the Curtis' place.

A/N : This one was inspired by @onlyoneoutsider. I really hope you enjoyed and I'll see you in the next chapter.

-Stay Gold