Ponyboy And Johnny Novels & Stories

“You can’t leave for three days. Who will I annoy now?” “Not me.” Christian chuckled. “Don’t worry, I told Luna to keep you company.” Johnny told me. It was interesting to know that he was the one communicating with my friend instead of me, and I couldn’t help but wonder. “So what? Are you guys together?” I asked him. Johnny looked up at me and scoffed before he shook his head. “I don’t do relationships.” He confessed. It had appeared Johnny and Christian were indeed cousins. “Of course you don’t.”

He nodded and looked at the housemaid that is standing not far from us. “Can you buy her some bikini?” “No!” I immediately disagree. “You don’t need to do that. I will just watch all of you on the corner. You don’t need to buy me one, Johnny.” He laughed but told the housemaid to do what he said. “What are you two doing there?” Johnny and I both looked at Peter when he shouted to ask that. He is really drunk but I know he can still manage himself. “We are talking about boys!” Johnny shouted back. He laughs afterward to annoy Peter.

John blinked up at him for a second, then padded forward and wrapped his arms around Johnny’s leg like he’d been doing it all his life. Johnny froze, caught somewhere between breaking and flying apart. His hand came down slowly, resting on the boy’s back. “Want some breakfast?” Alli asked. John nodded against his thigh. Johnny crouched down, looking him in the eyes. “You like pancakes?” The little boy nodded again. “Good,” Johnny said softly. “Me too.” They made pancakes together, the three of them—awkward, quiet, but somehow natural. Like life was trying to write a new story for them and hadn’t quite decided how it would end.

That Johnny had never been far from the truth, and he had actually killed their parents, and he had originally come here intending to kill him too, but now here the boy was in his arms. “You are a man, Johnny. That is what draws the line between men and boys. Boys sit and cry about the situation. Men stand to challenge it and take control. Be a little man for Alisa, will you?” Jayden said, still locked in the embrace and rolling his eyes, trying to stop his tears from falling. Johnny drew in one last sniff and slowly went quiet. Outside, a few clouds were gathering and it made the darkness come a little quicker, the first rain of the year about to fall. Jayden tucked Johnny in the bed, asked

“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?”

"Jerome, I don't want to spend time with them. I wanted to spend time with you." Jerome held her tight as the other two boys handed him twenty dollars each. Fat Boy gave him another twenty. "I go first." "Oh man, no way," Johnnie said. "There'll be nothing left once you're done, Fat Boy. Give us first crack, dude." Fat Boy folded his arms over his massive chest, his eyes shrinking to narrow slits. "I said I go first." Johnnie held his hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay. Don't get all puffy and bad ass on us. Sheesh."

Johnny looked away, before the sick scene drove him over the edge of sanity, instead focusing on the other two occupants in the room. Abby hadn’t stirred, and Gabe tried to curl into her prone side, crying for his mommy and daddy. Johnny needed the little boy’s help. The nearest weapon was in his go-bag which sat near the front door. Muller stood in the way. Johnny dragged his taped mouth over the rug once more, then looked around for anything to sever his restraints. Muller came up for air. “Enjoy the show, Johnny boy?” A muffled “fuck you” was the answer.

If he had hurt her, or God forbid, raped her— She closed her eyes for a split second. She couldn’t give into panic, that was what Johnny wanted. “So, you have two choices,” Johnny said conversationally as he swung the lock back and forth. “You can leave and we’ll kill your friend. Or, you can come with me, and we’ll let her go.” Rose took her finger from the trigger. “You swear to let Jubilee go?” “Of course. I always keep my promises.” A bird cawed in a tree nearby. Johnny waited, his eyebrows slightly raised. The lock of hair looked like a tiny noose now.

I gulp and we tell them what happened and then the messages are placed on the TV screen as well as the pictures that were sent to us. Harmony is sobbing quietly in Outlaws arms, and he is in tears. Wild Child walks to us and pulls us both up to our feet. He looks us each in the eyes before he rips the patches from our cut. “You don’t deserve them. Now, this is what you will both do. You will be prospecting until I decide you are worthy of these patches. You will also not be included in any club business going forward. You are both prospects. Which is more than you deserve. You will help Mouse in finding this fucker. But most importantly, you will try to make it right with my niece. Who the f

He looked at the brat closely watching his drug-out eyes. “What do you want?” “I am looking for someone?” Richard tried kicking him again. The swift reaction he didn’t expect. Johnny grabbed his leg before flipping the brat onto his back. Two solid blows on his chest kept Richard Down. He tried yelling for his friends but they stood frozen in one spot. They were not looking at him but behind him where the pale man stood with arms crossed. They never saw him; he was just suddenly there. “Who are you looking for?” Johnny questions with another punch viciously in the stomach.