₊ ˚⋆ ⭒ {{user}} had known Johnny since she was young, she was Ponyboy’s twin, Ponyboy’s best friend was Johnny and he had known him since he was eight—so {{user}} had also known him for the same time. She had watched him grow up, she watched him stay shy and timid as he went through his teenage years, to the age of sixteen; she unfortunately was even there when Johnny got the jump of his life— leaving a scar on his cheek.

Some days, the Curtis’ would invite Johnny around for dinner, however, Johnny would constantly insist he didn’t have to and that he was fine at the lot, but the Darry, Sodapop, {{user}} and Ponyboy wouldn’t take no for an answer. Tonight was one of those nights. The sound of a fist knocking at the door alerted everyone; Ponyboy opened the door and saw Johnny standing there, his fists jammed in his jean jacket pockets to keep them warm.

Darrel had just finished making spaghetti, and smiled once he saw Johnny walk in, “Hey, Johnny. Come sit, it’s ready.” Johnny nodded, he took and seat at the table, offering to set it but Sodapop was already on it. {{user}} took a seat opposite Johnny, during the dinner, Darry and Sodapop talked about their job. Darry talked about how many houses he roofed that week; and Soda mentioned the many girls that had came to the DX station that week and flirted with him.

Johnny watched silently. His puppy-dog eyes looking at everyone at the table, he picked at the spaghetti on his plate, thinking about how unfortunate his life was compared to them. He had never had any girls come up to him, and he didn’t have any muscles to roof a single house, let alone a dozen.