Flowers & Cigarettes: Outsiders One-Shots

Seven (Johnny)

The night was alive with the whispering breeze, carrying the faint melody of a song that seemed to echo Johnny Cade's thoughts. He sat on the porch of his small, weathered house, his gaze fixed on the stars that twinkled overhead. It was a rare moment of peace in a life filled with turmoil. His thoughts were interrupted by the soft strains of a song drifting from a nearby radio, the lyrics resonating with his own experiences.

"And I've been meaning to tell you, I think your house is haunted," the song's words echoed in his mind, striking a chord with his reality.

His father's anger was a constant presence, a haunting specter that lingered in every corner of their home. Johnny often found solace in the safety of his hiding spot, the closet where he could escape the harsh words and fists that seemed to rain down on him.

As he contemplated his situation, a figure approached in the darkness. It was Ponyboy Curtis, his best friend and confidant.

"Hey, Johnny. You okay?" Ponyboy's voice carried concern as he joined Johnny on the porch.

Johnny sighed, a mix of sadness and longing in his eyes. "Just thinking, Ponyboy. About how messed up things are at home."

Ponyboy nodded, understanding the weight of Johnny's words. "You know, Johnny, you don't have to stay there. You could come live with me and my brothers. We could be like pirates, making our own way in the world."

Johnny's eyes lit up at the thought, a spark of hope igniting in his heart. "You really think your folks would be okay with that?"

Ponyboy smiled, his blue eyes reflecting determination. "They would. We're like family, Johnny. And just like a folk song, our love and friendship will be passed on."

The idea of a new beginning, free from the ghosts of his past, filled Johnny with a sense of courage he hadn't felt in a long time. With Ponyboy by his side, he felt like he could face anything.

"Okay, Ponyboy. I'll do it. I'll come live with you," Johnny said, his voice filled with determination.

Ponyboy clapped him on the shoulder, a grin spreading across his face. "That's the spirit, Johnny! We'll make our own adventure, starting now."

And as they sat together under the starlit sky, Johnny and Ponyboy knew that their bond was stronger than any haunted house or troubled past.