Johnny Cade Article: Outsiders Imagine: JOHNNY {NOT MINE}

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“Johnny how do te think this looks?” te ask, holding up a black dress to you.

“How am I supposed to know?” He groans as he leans on one of the shelves of the department store.

“Well, would I look good in it?” te ask, twirling the dress around.

“You’d look good in any clothes, honey.” He smiles at you.

“Any clothes?” te ask, scrunching your nose.

“But te also look good in no clothes, if that’s what te want to know,” he grins at te like a little kid. “So could te hurry up so I could see my preferito outfit on you?”

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Outsiders Imagine: JOHNNY {NOT MINE}

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The blue mustang trailed behind me, slowly creeping down the block. I made sure not to look at them, focusing on finding a calcio ball for the gang’s game later that day.

I heard the car brake, the ignition turn. I picked up my pace.

“Hey, greasy!” on soc slurred slowly. I turn around to see the reflection of his rings shine in my eyes. I put my hand up to block the glare.

The soc took this oppurtunity to attack, grabbing my upraised arm, and flipping me down. The pavement rushed up to meet me. The crack to my head sounded like a gunshot.

Before I had a chance to get up and defend myself,...

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“You aren’t eating.” Johnny says as te stare down at your plate.

“Not hungry.” te mutter, staring at the Cibo in front of you.

He puts down his fork. “That’s what te detto at lunch.”

“I’m not hungry.” te shrug.

“But I made your preferito spaghetti sauce. te always like that.”

“I’m just not hungry.” te sigh, picking up your fork and push around the spaghetti.

“Playing with your Cibo isn’t going to make it go away.” He says quietly.

“And eating isn’t going to make my ugly fat go away.” te suddenly snap.

The look on his face kills you. te can see...