The Outsiders Johnny Quotes With Page Numbers Novels & Stories

"What's wrong with this dress?" He turned around to say something but instead tackled me to the ground, and then I heard gunshots. Bullets started flying over us, and Johnny still covered me with his body. "Dammit, you're heavy," I couldn't help but say. "Shhh, keep quiet and stay down." Johnny slowly got away from me and crawled to the window. "Dammit, his ass looks tight in those pants," I thought, but I must have said it out loud. "Do you always talk so much nonsense in these situations?"

I turned as red as my skin could get and my throat went dry. -In you- There was no point lying to him. He would notice and it would be worse. -In Myself? –He asked funny. He put down his eternal book and made me the center of attention. Shit. I turned as red as a tomato- Do you find me attractive? -You´re taking things out of context, Johnny. You are conceited. -I rolled my eyes- I've seen better men.

After all, the hero who had climbed seven stories just to save that woman, whoever she was, had just collapsed to the ground. There were only two steps to go before he touched the ground safely. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . As soon as he opens the door, he sees Johhny, the same Johnny who left Emanuele for dead, the same Johhny who said, before Joshua ran out after her, that he was afraid of losing her forever because of his own stupidity.

Hearing Harold, Edith also smiled and uttered, "Yeah let's go. A lot more can be played with that hockey." ----------------------------- Inside a dark warehouse, Johnny had been tied to a chair. Johnny had been screaming for a long time. "Who is here? Who caught me? What do you want? I'm telling you politely, let me go. Otherwise, it will not be good for you, I said." A little later, the lights of the warehouse suddenly turned on. Johnny looked at the door to see who was coming. Slowly three people came forward. Johnny said in an angry voice, "Who are you? And why did you bring me here?"

Even Johnny smiled despite himself. Johnny and Jackson Later, near the vending machines, Johnny found Jackson alone. “You don’t have to do that.” Jackson leaned against the wall. “I know.” “Then why?” “Because she needs peace.” Johnny studied him. “And you?” Jackson shrugged. “I’ll survive.” Johnny looked down. “I said ugly things before.” “Yes.” “I meant some of them.” Jackson almost laughed. “That sounds like you.” Johnny extended his hand. “For what it’s worth… you’re a better man than I expected.”

Suddenly, a roar echoed, "You’re a fool, Johnny. You've passed me countless times, yet you didn't notice anything!" Johnny held the explosives tightly as he hung his head low. He was too familiar with these statues, so he had not examined them closely. "Why didn't you call out then?" he argued. "I have explosives in my hands!" Dieter said angrily, "It might’ve exploded at any time!"

“Goldie, because you look like Goldie fucking Hawn when she was young. We use aliases so the targets don’t get a bead on you. Now move your sweet ass, princess.” “I’m not going anywhere with a two-faced beast waving a gun around like he’s used it his whole life and don’t call me princess.” Her wobbly voice indicated shock, a natural reaction given the circumstances. “You want to stay back here, in the alley, be my guest. Let’s hope we took out all the bad guys.” Johnny eased his head around the side of the building. He stepped back and Lizzy—careful not to touch him—stumbled out of the way. “You just blew that man’s head off. Inside that place. I think I’m going to be sick.”

The comms filled with shouting. Sophie felt the world darken. Johnny, his grin, the way he laughed, it all flashed through her like a strike. She ducked under a lunging maw and slashed; fur parted, warm blood spattered her face, but the pain that came next was smaller than the hollow that opened in her chest. Johnny was gone. “RETREAT!” Jax bellowed, voice carrying an impossible calm over the noise. “Pull back! Everyone fall back to rally point Alpha!”

"I don’t know who any of you are. You’re talking to me like I’m some street rat you just picked up." "I told you," he continued, his jaw set. "I didn't fake the Tithe. I didn't push Carl. I was ready to leave." I let out a heavy, theatrical sigh. Without thinking, the old nickname slipped out. "Alright, alright. I get it, Johnny. Easy now." The air in the room froze. John stiffened, his breath hitching. That was the line. Every time he’d been shaken by a hit gone wrong or a nightmare about the orphanage, I’d pull him into my lap and say those exact words.

He didn’t move an inch. “What are you?” he demands. “Let me go now.” “You want to come with me.” His tone was more demanding and threatening. “Are you deaf??! I said LET… ME… GO” I noticed the group of men turn and walk towards us. My heart starts pounding in my chest. What do I do?!?! Just as I was about to scream and kick the guy in his balls, Johnny’s 4x4 pulls up and he jumps out of the car. He looked so good. Dressed in smart jeans, a navy fitted shirt and a trendy jacket. I hear a low growl emanate from him.