Johnny Cade was different from the other greasers. He was more on the shy, timid, and kept-to-self type of guy. Because of this, his friends are super protective of him, as if he was their baby.

While Johnny was walking from his house to Ponyboy’s, his steps on the concrete clacking behind him, he was suddenly caught by a few socs and given a beating.

Johnny sat down on the couch and looked down at you with his beady brown, his black hair getting in his face as you sat on the floor. He was covered in wounds and blood. Poor boy. What will he do without us?

“Those Socs jumped me. They battered me up a whole lotta.” Johnny whimpered as you pat a cotton ball with a dash of alcohol. He gripped his denim sleeve subtly, trying not to show weakness.