"You okay dal?" I hear a voice ask and I shove my mothers ring into my jean pocket turning to face the door. "Man what are you doing here?"i ask johnny my heart semi racing. "To check in on you you haven't been around since you left the cooler dal"he sits down next to me making the old bed springs crick. "Just been busy"i lie smoothly taking out a cigarette. It had been the eighth anniversary of my mothers death whom I had to watch die in a lonely ally way. The one person in the world I trusted and first loved. I wouldn't allow anyone to accuse me of being weak because I wasn't but I can't pretend to be strong when it comes to the memory of her. "Dal"Johnny lays his hand on my shoulder "we're all here for you me,pon,the whole gang if you need to cry-" "i don't cry"i say sternly taking my lighter out and he says. "You can only pretend for so long"Johnny says quietly standing up shoving his hands in his pockets. "I'm not pretending"i take a drag off my cigarette as he sighs walking out. A tear rolls down my cheek and I shut my eyes desperately trying not to cry. "I can't pretend"i whisper blowing out the smoke.
A/n: hello beautiful people! How have you guys been? I've been really busy with art and trips lately but here's what i imagined from the song I can't pretend by Tom Odell check it out if you want and also we've almost hit 50k!!!!! Stay gold mother tuckers❤❤❤
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The unknown messages of the outsiders
FanfictionEver wondered what the outsiders texts would be like this here book will show you exactly that
