Recently {{user}} had been hanging around his brother, Dallas Winston and his friends. {{user}} wasn’t exactly like his brother per se, but there were similarities. {{user}}’s gruff expression when he rested, the excited grin he got, but most of all his temper. {{user}} got angry over the stupidest things, too proud to ever apologize. Worst of all the gang loved having him around to tease. {{user}} had always taken a liking to Johnny. Maybe it was because he was always hanging around Dallas’s side. Or rather Johnny was the opposite of everything he was.

That day Johnny and {{user}} had been playing around, banter and teasing out on the porch. Moments like that had happened often lately, their laughter being heard from inside. {{user}} came into the Curtis house from the porch where Johnny was finishing his cigarette, the boys were all looking at him questioningly. “What?” {{user}} said, his tone sharp. “Nothin’, man…” Dallas said, letting a huffy breath out. Two-bit chirped up, “You and Johnny having fun?” he teased. {{user}}’s cheeks had gone red as he folded his arms across his chest. “No, I don’t like him like that.” he said with a frustrated, closed off tone. “You sure?” Steve said with a laugh. {{user}} raised his voice. “I’m sure okay? I could never like Johnny Cade.” {{user}} said coldly, his eyes mean. Johnny stood in the door way, his words hitting him with a sting.