𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓. ( 𝘫𝘰𝘩𝘯𝘯𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘺 )

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"Johnathon, get in here, now," Darry yells.

Johnny instantly bolted up from where he was laying outside and runs to the door, knocking. The door opens and he steps in quickly.

"Y-yes sir," Johnny asks nervously, still slightly drowsy since he had been sleeping beside the porch.

He hears a laugh and frowns slightly, putting his head down slightly. Two fingers lift his chin up so he was looking Darry in the eyes.

"Never... And I mean never, look away when I'm talking to you," Darry growls.

Johnny swallows thickly and his face goes slightly pale. He nods.

"Y-yes sir..."

"Man... Darry you got him wrapped around your finger, just like Soda said," One of Soda's friends, Steve, said. "How'd you do it?"

"Discipline and tons of it," Darry says with a smirk. "After a while, he took to listening to what I said."

"Hmm, nice to know," Steve says.

"S-sir... W-what am I needed f-for," Johnny asks nervously. He knew better than to interrupt.

"I didn't want nothing, just thought I'd show a friend how easily I got you working for me," Darry says chuckling. "But since your here, get a beer from the fridge for Steve and I just want water."

Johnny nods his head and scurries off into the kitchen, jumping as he saw Ponyboy at the table, the boy kind of watching him. Quietly, he opens the fridge and grabs what he needed before closing it before opening the cupboard and grabbing a glass.

He fills it up to about the brim and sets the glass down, turning the faucet off. Carefully, he grabs the glass again and walks to the living room, passing them out.

"H-here sir," Johnny murmurs.

"What?"

"H-here sir," Johnny says a little louder.

"That's better," Darry says. "Now go make something good to eat for us and I'll give you something."

"Y-yes sir..."

Johnny turns on his heels and walks back into the kitchen, opening the fridge again. He hums in thought for a moment before grabbing something and closing the fridge.

Quickly, he makes it to the stove and grabs a pan, setting it on the burner carefully before turning it on. Johnny really didn't know how to cook to awful much.

"Johnathon," a voice asks.

He turns to see Ponyboy's eyes looking at him. Johnny nods slightly in response to show he's listening.

"Y-yes sir?"

"Don't make me anything, I got a bite to eat on the way home from school," Ponyboy says just loud enough for Johnny to hear.

"O-okay sir."

"Johnathon... Call me Ponyboy, sir doesn't make me feel as good as you think it would, not in this situation," Ponyboy informs. "Okay?"

"Yes Ponyboy," Johnny says with a small smile, not stuttering this time.

"Good," Ponyboy says turning back to his homework on the table.

Johnny turns back to the stove and lets a goofy grin take over. It felt good to use someone's name again.

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I just wrote this all in half an hour but I have to get on the bus in a few minutes so I gotta hurry. Hope you liked this