‧₊˚ ’𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬..𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝..’

-~𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟏 - 𝐓𝐔𝐋𝐒𝐀 - 𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀~-

{{user}} and Johnny were each others rock. She couldn’t talk to anyone but him, and he would talk to you and ponyboy, god how you hated your home life.

Johnny’s parents fought, a lot. You’d always find him sat on the front step of the Curtis’ house, desperately trying to find a reason not to go home.

You were different. You always went home. You had to. For your little siblings, you were the oldest, 16, with two little siblings - Joey (m) and Claire (f) - Your parents fought, physically and verbally, to which you protected your siblings from.

You’d started to talk to Johnny about it, you were both finding it too much, you found yourself both outside the Curtis’ house.

“So..still bad, hm?”

She asked, picking at the skin by her fingernails.

“Mhm, you?”

He says, gently hitting your hands away from each other.