Golden Sun ( Johnny x Ponyboy )

Chapter 3 // Broken Glass

Do you know that feeling you get when your brain won't work? Kinda like those really old computers, like, the really, really, old computers. Stuff that even I can't handle and my school has only one of them. That's what it felt like, I guess if I would put it into words that little Clippy thing would come up and say I need more than just a restart, probably a whole different brain at that point. I could have just stood there and breathed in the scent from afar. Maybe even talked through my problems a little, but no, my social anxiety kicked in, and oh(!) there goes my adrenaline. 

Again, like I said, I wasn't thinking as I took one last look at Johnny. God, his face makes me stupid. In a good way, I guess. His caramel skin, those chocolate brown eyes, man I love chocolate just a little more because of him. Everything was a blur if I was reading the text would look like... tHiS. I could only see some of the stuff. What I do remember is going so fast he couldn't even scream as I broke my own side window and dived out of it flopping on my stomach. 

It hurt like hell, not to mention the cuts on my wrists took a blow which opened them up. Some scratches covered my face and my legs but I could care less as I stood up, ripping a piece of glass out of my leg and sprinting to somewhere, but I didn't really know where I was going. Did it matter? 

Apparently.

I recognized the blurry place of the lot as I flopped down on a ripped up couch. I don't know how long I sat there, feeling the blood running down my arms, face, and legs turn cold as the sun started to set. I remember feeling that the couch was slightly wet. I never remembered it raining, but my body and clothes were soaked when I finally came around. 

Letting out a sigh I watched the steam come out in white puffs, I let my body droop as I flowed onto the pavement curling into a ball. My socks were tinted red and my legs stung like hell. Can anything get worse than this?! I couldn't help but think. 

Turns out things can get much worse, as I hear a shrill scream a few blocks down. That scream was Johnny and it made me sick. 

A/n: HI! I know it had been awhile since I have updated this. I did learn a few writing tips while I was away. I read many novels that inspired my writing style. I did write this very short and quick to use it as a test. Did you guys like this style? Or should I change back to the original ways? Anyway, if you would like me to tell you some tips I learned and what novels inspired me I can make a whole chapter about it if you would like. If you have any other questions please write them in the comments so I can make that chapter! With much love, I'm signing out- PEACE~ -Corgii