Ponyboy And Johnny Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

“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.

“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.”