It's the way Johnny understands you
Your tears were salty. Obviously. You hated crying. Greasers didn't cry. Not even the soft ones. Maybe you weren't meant for this life. You curled up on Pony boys bed and imagined being born outside Tulsa. You could live a normal life. Pony boy was your only brother who understood. Everyone else looooved Tulsa. I mean it was common small town America. What wasn't to love?
Well. Besides the switch blades and fights and social classes and poverty and rumbles and atomic wedgies. BUT. The small town of Tulsa was not the subject of your breakdown today.
It was Tom.
Tom was handsome. He had good grades. He was even a football player. The holy trinity of sweet sweet perfection.
But I guess none of that changed the fact that he'd followed you home for nearly a mile with his friends in the car. And Tom was a soc.
You admit, you'd had a crush on him. Who wouldn't? But you were devastated to find out that he was just like all the rest.
Guys like him said things about you. You were in a gang with all guys and... well word got around. And you hated it. But today Tom and his friends followed you home, yelling awful things about you.
Now- you'd never actually spoken to Tom. But your horribly optimistic habit was assuming all people were good. Well they weren't. That's why you were crying in Ponyboys room.
You were interrupted when the door swung open.
"GOD SODAPOP DONT YOU EVER KNOCK!" You said tearfully, sitting up.
But it wasn't Soda.
Johnny stood there. His face changed to a knowing look. You and Johnny has seen the worst of each other. If anyone was to walk in on your breakdown you'd want it to be him.
He sat quietly on the bed beside you. You leaned into him as he put his arms around you.
"Who is it?" He asked.
"Who said it was someone?"
"Your face. You look like someone broke your heart."
"He didn't-" you were interrupted by a hiccup. An old tear ran down from your cheek to your chin. "Okay maybe he did. But what's it matter."
"It matters because I need my cheerful Y/N back." He said
"Well Im sOrrY. She's not here today."
"Hold on." He held up a finger signaling you to wait. He left the room and left you confused. He came back a few seconds later with Soda. He left you two alone.
Soda laid your head in his lap like you were a cat. But you didn't mind- he'd been doing it since you were young , whenever you were upset.
"Johnny told me you're grumpy." You huffed.
"I ain't grumpy."
"Yeah alright." He said. He sat back against the bed, still stroking your hair, and started to hum. You couldn't tell what the tune was, but you started drifting off. You couldn't help it. Soda could put anyone to sleep.
<Some time in the near future >
Next thing you knew you were asleep in your room. Your shoes and socks were off, and somehow your makeup was off too. You were about to get up, but you lied back down. You didn't even know what time it was.
You remembered Johnny and how he realized you were in a mood. He knew what you needed. Or who rather. And he was always right. You'd slept off the anger. You felt much much better now. Oh Johnny. Always so caring and handsome.
waiT DID YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON JOHNNY OH-
