Ponyboy And Johnny Novels & Stories

“So I guess now that you’re on the right road, I won’t be arresting for you for joyriding?” “No, sir,” Derrick said with a hard swallow. “John, you can call me John,” he said whilst Jordan died slowly in shame. “Right,” Derrick murmured with a small smile and let it fad when he stared down at his hands. “It won’t happen again. I’ll make sure of it.” “I hope so, I really wouldn’t want my son’s boyfriend to be in jail by the time he’s thirty.” “Dad!” Jordan muttered glaring at him.

" Johnny dropped to his knees with a thud. A mixture of blood and tears streamed down his face. "Dad, Mom, I'm sorry. It was all my fault. I'll find my daughter and investigate the cause of Sonya's death." Harry aimed a kick at his stomach. Gritting his teeth, Harry spat, "Johnny Sullivan, if you can't find where the child is, you should go to hell and apologize to Sonya!" The kick made Johnny cough up blood as he stumbled backward and crashed into the coffee table. Ignoring the excruciating pain, he crawled up and knelt on the floor.

“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.”