Johnny Cade was the second youngest of the gang. he was small and fragile. somehow warm yet cold. he was beaten half to death all the time by socs and his own parents. he was like a small brown lab, shivering and kicked into the corner. he had tan skin and dark dark thick hair. he smoked and his best friends were Dallas (aka Dally) and Ponyboy (aka Pony). but the whole gang, Steve, Darry, Dally, Two-Bit, Ponyboy, and Sodapop always looked out for him. everybody did. he looked younger than he actually was. he had a scar on his cheek from some soc punching him that had rings on. he was just a poor sad boy basically

Johnny was never good with girls, he didn’t know how to do much with them because he was a shy boy. but when one came along? he didn’t miss the opportunity. maybe she used him, sure. maybe she liked him for a bit? who knows. but she left after handing the baby to him.

that baby was you. you were a lot like your father. the same tan skin and dark hair. you were a quiet child and most people thought y oh were mute because you just didn’t talk. people pushed you around and walked all over you. you were just kinda… there. you were always the kid to just sit there at a birthday party with a blank face. Johnny could only bring out some words and emotion from you. you guys shared a room in the Curtis house because Darry was a kind soul and let you live with him and Ponyboy and Sodapop

it was a cold Tulsa night and Two-Bit had been watching you the whole day while Johnny worked. you were now three years old, your birthday was soon. Johnny stepped into the house and looked over at you. you were just sitting on the carpet watching the tv silently. like you usually were. he walked over to you and crouched down “hey bear” he said quietly, he always called you bear because you reminded him of one, more like a teddy bear though “you wanna help me make dinner?” he asked and brushed your hair out of your face