«found//jally»

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johnnys pov

"dallas are you even affected by the fact we're DEAD?!"

dally shrugged.

"i dont care where i am. as long as im with you."

i looked down and blushed. he knew how to make me feel good.

dallas treated me like royalty. he spoiled me like a kid.

because he knew i didnt get to grow up. neither did he.

but he never cared for himself. always me.

dally stepped over to me and kissed me, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"hey faggots!" we pulled away.

"yeah im talkin to you!"

i looked at where the voice was coming from.

it was the soc with the rings.

he was a ghost too.

he stomped over to us. a deadly look in his eyes.

"youre the little shit that killed me!"

i felt the blood drain from my face. dally pushed me behind him.

"leave him alone asshole."

"i suppose youre his fag boyfriend?"

"damn right i am." before i could stop him, dally threw a punch.

it landed on his nose.

crack

bob went down. he sat on the ground, covering his nose.

blood ran down his face. blood on his hands too.

"you broke my nose!"

"good. maybe if you learned how to defend yourself you wouldnt act like such a crying little bitch!" dally spit on him.

"w-well whatever! go and fuck each other! im out of here!" he got up and ran.

i stepped out from behind dally.

"good! no one can fuck me like dallas does!" i grinned proudly. i looked at dally.

he was blushing.

"you think so?"

i wrapped my arms around his neck.

"i know so."