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(Johnny oneshot! Hope you all enjoy! Trigger warning for mentions of suicide, abuse, and self harm. If thats triggering I totally understand you not wanting to read!)

     I awoke one night to the small pitter patter of raindrops. Great, I had fallen asleep in the lot again while waiting for him! I sighed in frustration and began picking myself back up. Suddenly five cold long fingers wrapped around my dainty wrist.

     "I missed you." Those sad eyes beckoned me closer while making sure I couldn't leave its yearning gaze. Those soft bangs were nearly enough to cover myself from the rain like an umbrella. He pursed his chapped smoky lips. "I did too Johnny."

     I started to speak but my throat tightened, giving my voice a raspy hiss to it. He always was so cute, often times unintentionally. "I'm sorry I forgot today's the day me meet here Y/N." His power was so unknowing to him, I cannot reject those pleading expressions in a million years. I grinned softly, noticing his fragile scarred hand still clinging onto me. "I understand Johnny, you have so much going on right now. Never apologize for something like this please."

     Johnny's eyes lit up seemingly in relief. So much happens with him so I understand him being late. I was okay with it being so dark out since being a soc hangin' with a greaser in the light of day could get either one of you shredded in a ditch."Here, I uh saw it start rainin' so I brought an umbrella in case you was still here." He handed me a big tattered polka-dotted umbrella. "Your uh hand is still holding my wrist." He seemed flustered as he hastily dropped my hand.

     We aren't dating, just been friends for about a year now and it's beginning to intensify. I'm not supposed to be speaking to him but everything about him intoxicated me. I could get pickled from just being near him.

     I swiftly opened my umbrella and he stepped under it aswell. The smell of cigarettes and dirt flooded my senses causing me to pause. "Any plans for todays activity?" I queried figurin' it'd be awkward if we just stood quietly under an umbrella for too long.

     "For once I do have an idea. We're going to Buck Merrills place up on the rooftop."

     He'd always mentioned Dallas Winston which of course came with Buck and all the insane stories that came with it! He idolized Dallas more than any celebrity and long before Johnny I had heard all about the infamous Dallas Winston.
"Won't Buck not like us there though?" I asked while methodically tapping my feet on the pavement. "Not if he don't see us. There's a fire escape we could climb up."

     I nodded quietly and we began walking down the vacant street. Probably not the safest thing for a grease and a soc to be doing but eh. You'd always think it rained here if you just saw how Johnny's hair looked. My heart pounded at how close we were under this umbrella. The holes got some water on Johnny's cheek. Without thinking I rubbed my sleeve over his cheek.

     He flinched slightly which shot me back to reality in an instant. "Ah, I'm sorry I should have just told you! You had a raindrop on your cheek." His eyes widened and his cheeks flushed a darling shade of maroon. "Ah its okay I shoulda' just bought another umbrella insteada' this old one." Even his voice was exceedingly adorable. We soon arrived at Bucks place. So many scintillating lights from the outside. A couple was making out in front of us which made me a bit embarrassed however it was good they were preoccupied.

     "C'mon I'll boost ya' up." The ladder was a smidge high from the ground so it was good he offered to help. He grabbed my waist and hoisted me up in one speedy motion. As I climbed I noticed he was avoiding looking up and then I remembered I was wearing a skirt. Shit. My face warmed up and I tried to climb as quick as possible after that.

     We reached the top and Johnny was huffing and puffing. All those cigarettes must be hurting his poor lungs. I hung my legs over the edge and patted the space next to me invitingly. "Hey Y/N can I ask you something?" He plopped down next to me and began swinging his feet. "Yeah of course, anything."

     He whipped out a cig and silently offered one to me to which I declined. "Why do you cut yourself?" I paused and pondered how he figured that out already considering I have told no one of this. "What are-are you talking about?" "Please..." his voice trailed off as he looked deep into my eyes. God he was so frustratingly pretty.

     "I felt the cuts and bandages on your wrists." I hastily grabbed one of the cigarettes from his pack and grabbed his sleek lighter. I tightened my lips around the cigarette and lit it up. "Stop." His voice trailed off once again as he plucked the cigarette out of my mouth and put it out with his finger tips.

     That was kinda hot if I must admit. "It's been hard lately and I needed to blow off some steam. Look I know it's not the best for me but shoot, I have to do something." I chuckled. "Y'know its funny. You listen to everything Dallas says yet you still give a damn about others." I looked up at the night sky soon turning into dusk as the stars and the moon continued fading away.

     He stayed quiet for a moment seemingly deep in thought. "Most a' the gang wouldn't even want me around you but now I can barely handle being apart sometimes." He admitted, turning his face the opposite direction. He used to be so anxious around women and now I've show him he can feel safe around me. However the gang is worried that being around girls could be worse for him ever since that thing with Sylvia. I can't blame them for thinking that way either.. I always worry about him even so. "I feel helpless when I get hit. I know this might be selfish to say but ah' I can't deal with you feeling like that. I don't want you to feel so out of control too and I wish you could feel that way about yourself."

     He held the umbrella closer over me. His umbrella free hand dropped the cig and lifted my chin instead, slowly inching closer. The light rain and the rising sun seemed to slow as he pulled me in. Our lips collided gently. His lips ever so chapped touching mine. He took his hand off my chin and began rubbing my wrist with his thumb. It all felt so surreal.

     I pulled away and stared into his eyes. "I don't want you getting hurt either, stupid!" I cried out, wrapping my arm around his waist and laying my head in the crook of his neck. Neither of us should ever need bandages now.

(Ah sorry if this is bad this is my first time writing on wattpad here so uh yeah! I haven't read it all the way through yet so please tell me if I have any mistakes! See you in the next page!)