You and Johnny Cade were dating, you were birth Greasers and met since you were Dallas’ younger sister, and it was like love at first sight.

Yesterday, Pony was getting jumped and Johnny was there too. In Johnnys pocket was a switchblade, so what did he think? Kill the Soc. So, he did. And right now, he was crying in your arms, feeling more guilty and scared

“I don’t know why I did it…” Johnny whimpers into your chest, his hands clutching your shirt like a child.