I'll Give You The Sunset (Johnnyboy Story) 🌄

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PONYBOY'S POV

I hadn't realized what time it was, I was walking down the store aisles bored as hell. Getting myself some stale chips and Johnny some instant ramen, I decided to leave the store. For some unusual reason, the walkie-talkie was absolutely silent. I didn't mind it though, figuring Johnny probably left it somewhere or something.

I walked further down the street. Police sirens started blaring loudly, and a pang of anxiety went right through me. Were they looking for me? I tried to act normal and stuffed my hands into my pockets, clearing my throat and keeping my head up high. Red and blue lights came from behind me, fortunately from a far distance.

Subconsciously, my feet started to move faster. I hid my face and tried to maneuver myself out of the situation. Just then, Johnny's voice from the device came on.

"P-Ponyboy?... You there?" I heard him say, and I immediately scrambled for some earbuds in my pocket. If anyone heard him, we'd both be dead men. The case hasn't gotten this intense until now, and I didn't know why, someone must've told on us.

The earbuds were put into my ears quickly, even though I knew I couldn't respond back to him, I felt guilty. I closed my eyes and kept walking, a frown forming on my face as I listened to his voice.

"Pony, come on." It echoed, he had a monotone voice now. I sighed, clutching the walkie-talkie in my hand. Wondering how Johnny looked from the other side, that only made me more drawn to respond, I wanted to know what was going on but I couldn't. For our reputation, for our safety.

I heard a few beeps and random noises, and I was a bit curious as to what he was doing. Does he think he's not connected? Slumping my shoulders, I murmured to myself, cursing. It was pitch black outside, I walked faster, looking back at the police cars down the street. I hope they're not following me.

Oh, how much I'd want to communicate with Johnny despite the danger...

Dally was probably asleep too, so Johnny couldn't talk to him either, I felt horrible, really. Each step I took felt heavier, and it worsened.

"Hey, can you hear me? Answer." My breath caught in my throat, when he let out a dejected laugh, and I could surely die any minute now. Especially with Johnny's tone of voice, I started wondering why teleportation wasn't invented yet.

It was freezing cold outside, and I started remembering the sun Johnny and I looked at. Remembering our conversation, it felt like he had been in a bad mood all day, did I do something wrong? I hate to disappoint him.

"Answer me. Please..?" He muttered, and I stopped acknowledging his voice, I was staring at the moon. Johnny reminds me of the moon a lot. Even if you couldn't see him, he was always there, right next to the sun. The moon would even come up and stay during the daytime, just to be included. I kept walking.

Some people find the moon beautiful in their own way, but other people hate it. They hate how it doesn't glow enough to cover the darkness of midnight. They'd like the sun more. The sun was always radiant and carefree, while the moon was timid, it was trying its best. Hey, that makes me think of someone.

"It's... It's not fair. You're not being funny." My pulse quickened, and my pace slowed down. I know exactly who it made me think of, and I was ignoring him the whole time. My brain nagged at me, and a twinge of guilt pulled at my heart.

A wave of sadness washed over me, I started running back. My breath quickened, I didn't care anymore, but I looked back, my eyes widening. 4 policemen were running straight at me. I am suddenly so grateful I am on the track team, but I didn't believe I could outrun four men.

Taking longer leaps, I prayed in hopes that they wouldn't catch up. I gripped my walkie-talkie, talking it out of my pocket. Preparing my voice, I let out a simple word, my voice shaking slightly.

"Hello..?"

I didn't expect him to reply, since I've been blatantly ignoring him for a while now, I pressed the device near my chest, getting a bit tired of holding it, my heart beat echoing on the speaker.

As soon as they were out of my vision, I jumped the fence, trying to be as quick as possible. I never thought I would end up like this. Ending up like Dallas. The stories he told us, I hadn't realized that they were real, and not him just bluffing again. Well, everybody knows I'm not like Dallas, I don't know how I'm going to get out of this, I shook my head and ran slightly faster, my ribs starting to hurt. Someone could be experiencing the exact same situation I am in right now. I hid behind a nearby shed, gazing back, trying to see if they're still searching.

"P-Ponyboy? Hello? I heard you." Johnny replied eagerly, and the excited sound of his voice almost made my eyes water. I took a second, still trying to scan the area but I didn't see anyone, hopefully.

"Yes... Johnny?.. Johnny.." I nodded, my voice trembling even more. I sounded like a wimp, but I didn't care anymore. Crouching down, I slowly walked out of the back of the shed. Sweat dripped down my forehead, I needed to go track more.

"Johnny I..." I gulped, trying to explain, "I can't talk for a while. The police are searching the area. I need to hide somewhere." I paused, taking a deep breath. "I'm... I'm sorry." A small sob escaped my lips, waiting for him to reply, and I tried to smile.

"Why..?" He replied shortly, his disappointment evident. "Can't you just come back here?" Johnny sniffled a bit, it was quite hard to hear him, I didn't know where he was. I bet he was cold.

"I don't want to lead them to you." Suddenly, I sounded weirdly affectionate, a tight grin tugging at my lips. My brain went to be concerned about his safety and how he's going to get food, or stay warm. The whole gang knew he was dependent on people, and can't last more than a few days alone. I let out a soft sigh.

"Mm." He muttered, and he must've stopped replying, or turned off his walkie-talkie, I didn't hear anything anymore.

As I walked back out, I examined the shed before me, it didn't look too out of order. The door creaked open when I pressed my hand on the doorknob. Looking inside, I had a somewhat satisfied expression on my face. It just needed a bit of cleaning, I just hope it wouldn't rain. Opening the cabinets, to my surprise there was a big axe right in front, like this was on purpose for me, I gripped onto it, feeling the worn down wood.

Well, I guess this is where I'll be staying tonight.