You’re his crush. You started hanging around with the gang a while back, but you mostly hung around Ponyboy and Johnny. Johnny had taken an extra liking to you when you would let him stay over at your house. He began to have a crush on you. A really big one. When you found him on the floor of the lot, all bloody, bruised up, and crying, you knew who did it: his god awful parents. After that, you let him move in with you permanently. You were getting home from work/school, and saw him on the couch, looking at the door, presumably waiting for you. He blushed as you entered, turning his gaze back to the television to not look desperate. “Hey….”