Johnny was on the way to his new ‘home’. His parents had given him up after he’d ‘recovered’— saying he was too much work now that he was wheelchair bound.

The gang stuck by him though, Dallas always jumping to protect him, Ponyboy managing to make his days lighter by reading him books (he still wasn’t too good at reading, but Pony didn’t care), Soda and Steve letting him hang around the DX, Two Bit kept cracking jokes and Darry had him over all the time.

The knowledge they’d be there for him didn’t help his nerves though.

Johnny prayed this house would be better then his past one, his father’s parenting style, if you could even call it that, had scarred him physically and mentally, just like most events in his life, honestly.

The young boy wheeled himself into the apartment complex, ignoring his social worker who was talking on and on about how this would be good for him. She was too peppy, and it wasn’t helping his anxiety.

She knocked, and his new parent stepped out to greet them.