ponyboys twin

2 Shit

My hands trembled and my lip quivered as I attempted to back up even further, unfortunately for me a tree was behind me and I had nowhere to go. Johnny seemed to understand I felt scared and trapped so he backed up a little bit and breathed very slowly and evenly requesting I match it to my own breathing.

Slowly my heat rate went back to normal and I felt his hand gradually make its way to mine and he pulled my petite shaking frame to his chest and played with my hair while whispering sweet, kind words to me. My head was pounding furiously and I knew I had multiple cuts and bruises littering my body.

As my eyes began to shut the world out I felt Johnny pick me up and at that point in time I didn't care he would notice my weight loss, my putrid face, or the scars littering my wrist. I felt safe, calm, and comfy in his arms.

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Johny's point of view

My parents were fighting again so I ran to the lot to get some rest there. The night was cold but it was a hell a lot better then trying to get some shut eye at my own home.

Almost there I took a quick look at my surroundings analyzing the place for socs or any Source of danger  and heard a oddly  familiar noise. It sounded like someone hyperventilating and I noticed a small, short shadow aligned on the back of a large tree. "Fuck" I whispered to no one but myself as I considered my options

Only one seemed obvious though, to help. I slowly shuffled over and bent down. To my horror I saw Jessie, a part of our gang having an intense panic attack.

I had helped her before with this but nothing this bad, she looked up at me with fear in her dazzling blue eyes and pressed herself into the tree as in a attempt to make herself disappear completely. I knew to give people space when they felt like this so I did and started breathing in and out slowly telling her to follow my breathing. Soon enough I had her in-between my legs laying on my chest, while I played with her  hair.

Her eyes became droopy so I picked her up and brought her to her house, "Darry? I got Jessie. Careful not to wake her up ok?"

Darryl just nodded and I brought her into her room. It had baby blue walls and a green bedsheet with a graffiti design above her bed frame stating

"FUCK LIFE"

With a quiet Chuckle I placed her under the covers and right before I was about to make my exit she grabbed my hand sleepily and whispered weakly, "Johnny please stay". How could I refuse this beautiful specimen infront of me. I pulled myself under the covers and after some adjusting had my arm wrapped around her and her head on my chest. Humming slightly I felt myself begin to dose off and the world fell dark.

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jessie's point of view

I felt a searing pain on the left side of my head as my eyes adjusted to the sun coming in through my window beside my bed and felt a warmth coming from the right side of my body. gazing over I saw Johny cade, messy hair and all sleeping right beside me. then I noticed our position my legs were intertwined in his and he had his toned arms wrapped around my waist. blushing slightly I them realized I needed to pee. attempting to wriggle out of his grip I heard a long, soft groan from beside me followed by a tightening around my waist. 

"Johny, I gotta peee" I tried reasoning with him resulting in only a grunt from him. around two minutes later he finally released his grip allowing myself just enough time to rush to the bathroom and relieve myself. washing my hands I glanced at my reflection before reverting to staring at my hands in the bubbling soap. I hated the way I looked, it was like if I looked like the tramps that I saw walking around I feel disgusted with myself but the second I look the way I do I appear to be not beautiful and gross, I was stuck. 

before I worried Johnny I trudged my aching body down the hallway and gave a rather irritated look to the gangs concerned glances. " look at me like that one more time and be prepared for a huge ass kicking".  Everyone averted there gaze besides one Darryl Curtis. I glared at him for awhile before admitting that he and I both knew I wasn't and couldn't hurt him. Rolling my eyes I went to the kitchen and grabbed myself some coffee

"Nope young lady grab yourself something to eat first". freezing in my place I felt sick, disgusted with myself for being this way but disgusted with Dallas for saying something. So instead of listening to my older brother, and caregiver I ran out of the house with my slippers still on my feet and chuckled at the sound of everyone trying to keep up with me. another thing about me, I had bipolar disorder and everyday was many emotions. right now I felt like a bad bitch who wanted to break every rule in this town or at least ruin some Socs weekend. Rushing off to the dingo I saw some fancy looking mustangs and thought to myself "this could be fun". Despite being sore all over  I grabbed my switchblade and began slashing some tires with no regard for my surroundings just being reckless. 

"your going to have to come with me young lady". 

"shit"