JOHNNY POV:

I had just gotten another beating from my father. This time I accidentally shut the door too loud and got punished for it. I ran all the way to the lot and cried. I hugged my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around myself and put my head down. I was sobbing when I heard laughter. I looked up and saw a girl walking down the street with her friend.

She had stunning Y/H/L, converse, jean shorts a Y/F/C shirt and a pair of Aviators. Her friend knocked her sunglasses off a little and I could see her captivating Y/E/C the kind you get lost in. She giggled and pushed her friend's glassed off as she pushed hers back on. They kept walking and They passed the lot they didn't see me. I couldn't talk to her. She was so beautiful and I was just me.

She and her friend got into a car and they drove off. A mustang. Tuff, I thought. Their car drove off with a rev as they sped down the dark street. All of the sudden, I forgot the beating. The crying. The reason I was out here. The reason I was out here is so I could see one thing. Something I'll never forget.

The Girl With The Aviators.