Ruthie came out with a smile. She saw bạn were upset about something. "Y/N what's the matter?" "I'm moving Ruthie. I'm a soc. now and forever" bạn đã đưa ý kiến as she came closer to you. She made bạn sit on the đi văng as she did to. "What do ya mean?" "I'm a Soc. I'm moving to a richer neiborhood" bạn said. "Y/N I'm real sorry" she đã đưa ý kiến with her southern accent. "It's fine" bạn said. "Why did bạn even become a greaser in the first place?" "My died in a car crash" bạn said. "Really my dad did to" she said. "Really when?" "A couple years cách đây I was about 12 when it happened" she said. "Really I was to it was just down the đường phố, street from here is where my dad died" bạn said. "Oh yeah my mom đã đưa ý kiến he was with his best friend. Me and his daughter were really good friends" she said. "Really what was his name?" "Like Ray" she said. "That was my dads name" bạn đã đưa ý kiến as she looked at bạn funny. "Really?" "Yeah was your dads name Bill?" "Yeah" she said. "Oh. That's kind of sad we forgot who was our best friend when we were younger" bạn đã đưa ý kiến and laughed a little. "Yeah" she did and laughed too. Her mom walked in the room as she smiled when she saw you. Ruthies mom loved bạn so much. Probably cause she didn't care bạn were a greaser. "What's going on?" "Mom did bạn know that mine and her dad were in the same car crash?" "Yeah" she said. "Really why didn't bạn tell me?" "We'll I thought bạn knew already? It's been like 5 years" she said.
Steve had come in, alcohol on his breath, swaying back and forth, not able to walk in a straight line.
“Steve, are you…” bạn start, but are cut off with a slap.
“Shut up, bitch.”
bạn sank to the floor in disbelief as he staggered into your bedroom.
And the tears ran down your face, and the hyperventilating began.
So here bạn were, lying on the phòng bếp, nhà bếp floor.
I thought for sure I was dead.
But I heard myself breathing. I heard the voices of people around me. I heard the word “coma” repeatedly bởi the doctors and nurses. I heard Ponyboy and Two-Bit’s voice.
And then I heard her voice. (Y/N)’s voice. I heard her crying, talking to me. About the gang, her day, reading, whatever. Sometimes softly hát to herself.
One ngày I squeezed her hand, and she was laughing and crying all at the same time.
“I tình yêu bạn Johnny.” She whispered. “Just wake up.”
I tried so hard to answer her, but no words came out. I wanted to tell her I was ok, I would make it out of this, even though I would be paralyzed, I’d be fine. We’d be fine.
But all I can do now is squeeze her hand.