Who would've thought that a girl like me, would end up falling in love with a boy like Johnny Cade?
(A Johnny Cade x OC fanfic)
*All characters except Aiden and her parents belong to S. E. Hinton as well as the main plot.
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The next day, Johnny, Pony and I met Dally so that we could go to the Nightly Double. He was waiting for us under a streetlight at the corner of Pickett and Sutton. We walked up to him and I stole his cigarettes while pretending to give him a hug. He didn't catch what I did until a few minutes after.
"Hey, where'd my cancer sticks go?" Dal asked as he patted his pockets, frustrated. I smirked and pulled them out from my back pocket. "I had no plans on using them, don't worry." I reassured. I tossed the small box back over to him and he caught it with ease.
"You'll never be as good as me, though." Dallas retorted. I furrowed my eyebrows. "Huh?" I checked to see if I had everything from my pockets. My switchblade... I realized. "Dallas, give me back my blade please." I pleaded.
It was my only one, and it had a really cool handle that was deep red and shiny. I had gotten it when Two-Bit and I went to some store. It wasn't expensive, but it wasn't cheap enough that I would buy it with ease anyways. Two and I had both picked up some real neat switchblades that day.
Dallas waved the blade around in his hand. "Come on, Dal. Be nice and give it back." I reached up to get it. I was tall for my age, but not taller than Dally so I still couldn't reach.
"I'm never nice." He said. Just then, I stepped from behind and snatched the blade from his hands. Dal had a defeated look on his face and I smirked.
"Okay, back to business. We've still got some time to kill so we're gonna walk around for a bit. You dig?" Dally said/asked. Johnny, Ponyboy and I nodded our heads. We continued chatting for a while, though.
Since we still had loads of time before the movie, (more than I expected) we got to go over to the drugstore and goof around. I bought the boys some cokes and they blew straws at the waitress.
We walked around, eyeing things that were laying out in the open. We only left when the manager got wise and told us we should head along. He was too late though, Dally had 2 packs of Kools in his jacket, and I had snagged a few cans of beer. I wasn't addicted, it was just my favourite.
Then we headed over to The Dingo. The Dingo is a pretty rough hang out, so I made sure to stay close to the boys. Especially Johnny. He kept an arm protectively around me the whole time.
There's always a fight goin' on there and once I heard a girl got shot. You betcha that didn't make me feel too safe. Not to mention, but I'm a 'Soc' in a Greaser hangout, so I sure did turn a lot of heads. Dal said not to worry about it, that everyone was lookin' at me for a different reason.
Dally knew everyone there, so we stopped and chatted with lots of other greasers. The only person we didn't know, was this Mexican hitchhiker. He got into a fight with some other guy and we left when the blades came out. No way we wanted to be there when the fuzz showed up.
We then crossed Sutton and cut around behind a discount house. Two junior-high kids started whistling at me, so Dally chased them across the field for a few minutes. Johnny gripped my hand tight and held me close to him when that happened.
