Johnny Cade x Reader

Chapter 1

It was a nice, normal, summer day, and I was walking home from the movie house. Which of course, I was alone. I had been alone in the theater too because I don't really have any friends.... I would like to have some, it might help me pass the time a little better.... But I've already tried reaching out to people and no one cares. My dad was right, he's always right. No one likes me. I'm better off dead.
As I was rummaging deeper into my thoughts I noticed a boy around my age (I think) walking alone too. All of the sudden however, he was being chased by a car that had just turned down the alley way. "Man, I wonder what he got himself into," I wondered to myself. I couldn't help but be even more curious, so I approached the boy and when I did, the boys from in the car, came out. I hid behind a trash can and listened in on their conversation.
"That's nice long hair you've got greaser. Too bad we're gonna give you a hair cut!" One of the boys smirked. I knew I had heard their voices before. They go to the same school as I do. I know their names but they don't know mine.
They dark haired boy that was walking alone said nothing but he struggled underneath one of those Socs. Yeah I knew about the gangs in town. I guess Greasers and Socs really had it out for each other. But I don't really know the details.
I couldn't help but do what was morally right. So I flipped out my switch blade and stood up.
"Hey! Bob! Cut it out!" I yelled. Yeah, I know, I was tough. But not really.... I was just as scared as a dying alley cat. I just pretend to be tough sometimes.
"What the-? Who are you???" Bob asked.
"The person who's going to rescue this boy! That's who!" I told them straight up. "I don't want any trouble now. But if you don't leave him alone, I'll be forced to pull a blade out on you..."
"Well you sure are a smart one... We've got a blade too girly," he smirked once more. Yeah shit. I guess I didn't really think about that... And I couldn't win at a skin fight either.
I was saved, because just then a whole flock of boys came to the rescue. The Socs quickly got back in their car and drove off. Man was I glad they came before I got stabbed.
"You alright Ponyboy?" One of the guys asked. I put my hands in my pockets. It looked like my job here was done so I started to leave.
"Hey wait! Girl come back!" Completely ignoring his friend, the boy I tried to save actually reached out to me. So I turned around.
"Yeah?"
"Come back over here," he persuaded.
"O-okay..." I quickly walked back kind of embarrassed to be accompanied by such cute boys. Much cuter than those Socs. "Yeah? What is it?" I looked a little down at my feet but still made faint eye contact.
"I just wanted to say thank you for stickin' up for me. I mean it's the thought that counts and all. Even if you weren't the one to drive em' off,"
"Oh um... You're welcome. I'm glad I was of some help," I tried to smile.
"Hey, how about you have dinner at our place tonight as a 'thank you' gesture for helping out ol' Ponyboy," the tallest one asked and patted my back.
"Y-yeah... O-okay. That'll work! My dad wouldn't want me at home for dinner anyway," I said. The shortest boy, who was in a jean jacket, flashed me a look that I couldn't quite read. We made awkward eye contact for a split second and then he averted his eyes away from mine.
"Great!" The one they call "Ponyboy" said.
"Here, let us walk you home and then Ponyboy here'll pick you up when it's dinner time. That okay?" The tallest one asked.
"Yeah. That's okay," I tried smiling again and this time I was more successful.
So they all walked me home. There was about six or seven of them. I didn't really count.
"Alright. This is the place. Thanks for walking me home guys," I said. I honestly didn't want to go home yet. I hated it at home. My mom was dead and I lived with my abusive father.
"Okay, bye," they all waved. I walked in my front door. I was immediately greeted by my father. He started chewing me out and calling me a whore for hanging around so many guys. The boys outside weren't quite gone yet and they had heard everything. I knew this because I could see them wince at my pain through the window. I quickly ran up the stairs to my room where I hoped my dad wouldn't follow me. I didn't want him to see me cry. He wasn't always like this. He was nice when my mother was still alive. I was 15 now, but my mom died when I was 12. Since then he has been using and abusing me. He has even touched me a few times where a father should not touch their child.

As soon as I knew it there was a knock at my door. Had it really already been a couple of hours???

I quickly fled down the stairs to answer the door. It a good thing my lazy ass of a dad would never DARE answer the door. That was always my job.

"Oh hey! Let's get out of here!" I pushed Ponyboy aside before he got a chance to say anything and shut the door before my dad knew I was gone. "Sorry about that, but I didn't want my dad to see you guys again."

"Yeah, what was up with that? Are you okay? Is he always like that?" Pony asked me. I think I'll call him that from now on.

All of the sudden I notice a tall dark figure with Pony. It was the jean jacket boy with him, but no one else. He may have been the shortest of the gang, but he was still taller than I was. For some reason, that's when I realized that I only knew Ponyboy's name, or his nickname. I didn't know jean jacket boy.

"Y-yeah... He's like that a lot," I looked down and started walking down the porch steps and onto the sidewalk. The two boys looked at each other bashfully, with a frown and followed me. "You know, it just occurred to me that I don't know your guys' names. Mine is (Y,N), what's yours?"

"Mine is Ponyboy," Pony said. Which I kind of figured but I had to ask anyways.

"Is that your nickname or you real name?"

"My real name," He looked down a little bit.

"Well don't get yourself get down man! I like it," I smile and turned my head to the jean jacket kid. "And your name?"

"His name is Johnny, aka, Johnnycake," Ponyboy answered for him.

"Oh, nice to meet you Johnny," I smiled and stuck I hand out to shake his. He hesitated and then shook my hand. He was pretty damn quiet. More quiet than I was, at least in this situation.

Johnny nodded, "n-nice to meet you too (Y,N)," he gave a faint smile.