C O M P L E T E D .
❛When I look at her,
I see an open sky,
ready to paint if
truly desired.
When I look at you,
I see s t a r s, lighting
my way so selflessly.❜
☆ ☆ ☆
"This is all my fault, I did this." His face was in his hands, body rocking back and forth wildly in the deep purple chair. Tears bridged his eyes, guilt filling his heart.
"What're you talking about, Pony? You've been doing everything you can -- you did nothing wrong." Sodapop tried to soothe, touching his shoulder softly.
"I was thinking about Johnny!" He was nearly shouting, regardless of where they were or who would hear. He didn't care anymore. "I was thinking about him, and she was dying. I wasn't there for her when she needed me, and now she's..." He trailed off, tone calmer now. He couldn't think clearly, grief taking over him. What had he done?
| OKLAHOMA, 2017. |
What if Darry never hit Ponyboy when he came home late? What if Darry never yelled at Ponyboy? What if Ponyboy went straight to bed with Soda? What if... Ponyboy had feelings for Johnny? What if Johnny felt the same way?
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Holy woah. This story is getting quite the personality with the comments. Wow, thank you guys for all the support! I wrote this thinking it would just be some stupidly cheesy, over exaggerated gay comedy of Johnnyboy, and I did just that. This fanfic has a crapload of dorkiness that will make you explode with love, and I am never making a sequel so enjoy it ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)♥️