Novel & Cerita Johnny And Ponyboy

I don’t want to be caught skipping class on my first day here. “Don’t worry, it’s just my brothers,” he said. I frowned. “How do you know that?” He hasn’t touched his phone once since we got here, so it’s not like he got a text or anything. He shrugged, and then—truly—his brothers appeared through the woods. Johnny and Mike froze. Mike didn’t seem very pleased to see me, while Johnny just glared at me like he wasn’t sure I was real. Johnny looked like an angel that escaped heaven just to be here. He did not look like the typical redheaded boys I’ve met. His hair was like silk—shiny even from a distance, perfectly styled—and his bright amber eyes glaring at me made me extremely flustered.

Johnny opened the door and paused. Two scooter ass punks sidled up to Lizzy. Greasy-haired teenagers with pants sitting halfway down their legs. One of the dickbags, donning a hooped nose piercing, propped his foot up on the seat next to her and leaned in. She folded her arms defensively. The other, with blue-tipped hair, bent over to pick up the dog. Johnny slammed the car door, flexing his muscles as he zeroed in, marking the ringleader. Definitely Mr. Nose Candy, who was now gesturing wildly in her face.

And now, here they were. “Shit.” “Johnny. Watch your mouth.” She glanced over her shoulder into the backseat. “What’s wrong?” The old Gameboy she’d bought for him at a thrift store in Clifton Heights warbled. Arcs of light from the tiny screen played across Johnny’s forehead, accentuating the angles of his nose and cheeks, flaring in the hollows under his eyes. “Only two lives left. Thing’s fuckin’ hard.” She faced forward and squinted at the rain-blurred road. “Don’t swear, honey. It’s crude.”

“You’re Minnie Cortez. I remember you. Used to wrestle with Johnny and Dane, didn’t you?” Minnie blinked. “I did.” Johnny’s dad chuckled. “Your family never came to meets, but you had the loudest friends in the stands. Gutsiest takedown I ever saw was you flipping that boy from Santiago High on his back.” Johnny appeared behind him, grinning. “She pinned him in forty seconds.” Minnie blushed. “He was asking for it.” His dad gave Johnny a look, almost teasing. “Somehow, you keep circling back to this one, huh?”

No, he was tall and very well built. Joe and his two closest friends, John and Giovanni always worked out at school or at Joe’s house. If I was in Payton’s room, then I would have a great view of Joe’s room and the front of his house. I don’t live anywhere near Joe’s house. Payton, Joe, John, and Giovanni lived in the rich neighborhood. I lived in the suburbs. Sometimes I like coming here, and sometimes I do not. The only time I would come here; is when my mom is going to work, and another would be when Payton invites me over. Which is a lot, because she is the only child.

I said as I got in the cab of Johnny's truck, we were taking his big rig because of how many cases of ammo that was supposed to be exchanging hands, but they wouldn't be, that ammo was ours now. "Shut up, dude!" He shouted as we got on I-35 westbound, I pulled up my beanie and sunglasses and told Johnny I was gonna get some rest, to which he said he'd wake me up when we get to El Paso. I fell asleep in the cab and woke up in my plane of hell, Jack sitting there using souls in the pit as target practice. "Having fun there?" I said as I grabbed a drink from our mini-fridge and threw a beer at his head, he caught it and set down his gun to drink.

The little boy sang along with the intro theme song, scrunching his face like a soldier. “Thunder, Thunder, Thunder, ThunderCats! Thunder, Thunder, Thunder, ThunderCats! Thunder, Thunder, Thunder, ThunderCats! ThunderCats”! Nat watched him settle into the sofa, innocent and guileless. He would not understand life, how a one woman can have you tangled in her delicate web of romance. The world felt smaller with Johnny in it. They got ice cream at the park. He watched Johnny play slides and swings with friends while he stood at a corner.

Johnny was not at home, he was out with his friends, and when he returned home he found her: cold and motionless. When Johnny was ten years old, he went to live with Mrs. Kavanaugh's daughter, Margaret, and her husband, Richard Kudo. Greg committed suicide instead of going to prison for murder, and Johnny never overcame the injustice, even though his life improved dramatically after it. To him, Margaret and Richard were the real parents. He tried not to think about other people. “Terrible things happen to so many people, Miss Ruiz. Not everyone turns into a monster,” he said.

“I mean ever. So help me…” “I know, Johnny. I know. Don’t worry. How’d you meet her?” While I told him the story of the golf outing, he sat, enthralled. “Why doesn’t this shit happen to me?” “Probably because you’re a fairy.” The thing that got him in trouble in Po City was a ladyboy. “Hey shut up! I like girls! I like women!” “Keep it down tiger, or I won’t have any leverage over you.” He half-heartedly punched me in the shoulder and gathered up his books. “We’re equally fucked, right? If any of this ever got out, we’re both dead.”

Johnny rocked forward on one foot. He had on one of those beaded chest plates that lay over his chest under a plaid shirt. The Indian name was all for show. A street name. He'd peddled pot back in school, mixing it with over the counter drugs and called it the Indian Smoke Stick. Landed a dozen kids in the ER. Johnny hadn't cared. So long as he made a buck. Marco's gaze skipped over the onlookers. Johnny's people. Chances were, Johnny had set up here some weeks ago, planting a few guys to brag about his product, peddle a few drugs. They'd move through before the local dealers got wind of them, but not before Danny bled as many dry as he could.