I'm a Winston?

part one

I walk around a small town named Tulsa aimlessly, it's getting real late and of course like an idiot, I have no place to stay. Ugh, well I might as well stop at the DX and get something to snack. I push the door open to see a boy around my age standing there, wearing a DX shirt he has long light brown greasy hair and damn is he hot! He has like movie-star good looks it's unbelievable. "H-h-hi I'm a Sarah," I stutter as I walk in.

"Hey, I'm Sodapop," he replies.

I walk around the store with no idea what to expect, I finally find what I'm looking for, candy. I pick up three packs of nerd. "Is that all?" Sodapop asks.

"Yea, for now. Is this thing open everyday?" I ask him.

"Yup, are you new here or something?" He asks.

"Yea, actually," I giggle.

"Where are you from?" He asks.

"Florida," I reply.

"Oh, cool it'll be 66 cents," Sodapop informs me.

"Thanks," I say handing him the money.

"Bye see ya soon," he shouts as I leave.

"Yup, see you tomorrow," I shout back running out the door. I am so stupid, I should've asked him if he knew Dallas Winston but, no I got lost in his big greenish-blue eyes, and his loving, warm, welcoming smile. What am I saying, I've known him for two minutes, he doesn't like me, I'm insane? I mean, he's normal and, then there's me with my longish red hair, heavy make-up and wearing a crop top and shorts yet carrying around a red winter jacket. I continue to walk the streets of Tulsa until, I find a empty lot, I plop on an abandoned couch, pull my coat over my body and slowly drift to sleep, not knowing where to go from here or what's going to happen tomorrow.

I wake up to the sound of two boys. "I better get home or Darry will skin me," the one boy says.

"Yea, it's getting late," the other says.

"Are you going to stay here or go home?" The first one asks.

"I'm going to stay here," one of them say.

"Ok, if you need anything come to my place, ok Johnnycakes?" The one boy says as I hear footsteps running off.

"Ok, thanks man," the only boy left says.

I continue to lay in the couch too tried to move. I hear ruffling of leaves and poke open one eye to see, a dark skinned boy, with long dark greasy hair, a scar across his face and large deep brown eyes that plead for help he's laying on the ground with newspapers covering him. Did I take his spot? I quickly sit up and mumble tiredly, "did I take you spot, I'll move?"

"Oh no, I don't normally sleep here, just tonight," he replies but, something in his face tells me he's lying.

"Oh ok, good night," I groan as I lay back down covering myself with my coat once again.

"Night," he relies. I think his name is Johnnycakes.

***THE NEXT MORNING***

I flutter my eyes open to see a sunrise, I look below to see the boy I met yesterday waking up to the sun rising in his face. "Good morning," the boy says in groggy morning voice.

"Morning," I reply.

"Hey, I uh never caught your name," he informs.

"Oh, I'm a Sarah," I reply. "What's yours?"

"Johnny but, my friends call me Johnnycakes," he informs me with a slight smile tugging on the corners of his lips as he says 'Johnnycakes.'

"I like that Johnnycakes," I giggle.