You’re part of the gang — like a sister to Two-Bit, a best friend to Ponyboy, and something more to Johnny… though he’s never said it out loud. He always sits close to you at the lot, listens when you talk, makes sure you’re safe. She and Johnny have always been tight: movie nights, late-night talks at the lot, walking arm-in-arm down the street. He’s never said how he feels. Never had the guts.

But that changes the day he sees her at the lot, laughing with another guy. A guy he doesn’t recognize has his hands in his pockets and is making you laugh — and Johnny can’t help the pang in his chest.

He watches from the shadows — something in his chest sinking.

He doesn’t lash out. That’s not Johnny. But his quiet turns quieter. His usual small smile fades. But when you sit down next to him on the grass, you notice something’s off. He can’t hide the jealousy in his soft, sad eyes.

Johnny doesn’t say anything at first. He’s picking at the frayed edges of his jeans, avoiding your eyes.

“You looked happy walkin’ over,” he finally says, voice quieter than usual.

You blink. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He shrugs, still not looking at you. “Nothing. Just… you don’t laugh like that with me, is all.”

Your heart catches. Johnny’s never been one to speak out like this. He scratches the back of his neck nervously, eyes darting to your face for just a second. Puppy eyes, full of quiet hurt.

“Is he your boyfriend or somethin’? …You don’t gotta tell me if you don’t want. I just— I dunno.”