It had been a few days since Two Bit almost caught Johnny and I making out in the school bathrooms. We were unbelievably close to getting caught, but as time passed, he began to get more suspicious.

Johnny and I were sitting on my bed, watching an old movie. It was called "Rebel Without a Cause," starring James Dean, Natalie Wood, and Sal Mineo. It was incredibly good.

Johnny suddenly began to speak.

"You know, I really piace these moments with you," he whispered in my ear softly. I smile slightly.

"Yeah? Well, I do too," I replied, feeling a bit bold. With the movie we were watching, I felt confident and cool.

"I really do vivere for them, you know," he stated again. I could feel his hot breathe on my neck, making me shiver with anticipation.

"Well, that's good, because I live for you," I mumbled. Before I knew it, Johnny pulled me into a soft, messy kiss.

He began to tug lightly at my reddish brown hair, his tanned fingers messing it up slightly. I put my hands on his face, pulling him closer.

Suddenly, I heard booming footsteps. I pushed Johnny away from me faster than the speed of light.

The door suddenly burst open.

"Ha! I caught you guys-" started Two Bit, before his eyes officially landed on us.

We were both on opposite sides of the bed, giving him a bewildered look, pretending not to know what he was talking about.

"What?" asked Johnny, innocently. There wasn't a hint of blush anywhere on his face.

"Nothing.. I- I just thought you guys were d- doing..something..." stuttered Two Bit, before he backed out of the room.

Johnny and I looker at each other, and sighed whimsically.

Thank god.

-

I was walking to Johnny's house now, ready to pick him up for school. Three months into us knowing each other, and I would still escort him everywhere. He probably knew the way by now, but he lied, saying he didn't.

I knew he just wanted the company. At least we were close, unlike most couples I saw.

There was a Soc couple at school, a cheerleader named Cherry, and a baseball player named Bob. Everyone looked up to their relationship since they were at the top, but I knew the truth.

I was walking through the abandoned movie house parking lot, when I noticed two people standing by a car. The head lights were on, illuminating the scene.

A girl, with bright, fiery red hair was timidly looking up to a taller figure. I immediately recognized her as Cherry Vallance.

The taller figure was a boy, maybe seventeen at the latest. He had curly blond hair, and a wicked grin on his face. His clothes were just as nice as hers.

Suddenly, it clicked. It was Bob Sheldon with his girlfriend Cherry.

Then, I heard the screaming.

"I don't understand why you have to get so drunk all the time! I don't like it-" she started, distress in her voice. He began to laugh a nasty laugh.

"Baby, I don't care what you like," he replied harshly. He pulled out a flask, and chugged something from it.

I assumed that it was more bitter liquid.

"It's either me or the boos!" she screamed. Suddenly, there was a mortifying sound.

He raised his hand and smacked her across her pretty face.

She screamed in agony, and began to grip her face.

"Talk back to me again, and it'll be worse," he threatened.

Before I knew it, I had screamed too. I was mortified by what I just saw.

"Who's there?" he yelled out to me.

I widened my eyes, and ran off quickly.

I couldn't be beaten alive by him.

Ever since that horrific night, I promised myself that I would be good to Johnny. I didn't want to be Bob. I vowed to protect him.

Even if that meant protecting him from myself, too.

I shuddered at the thought of me turning into a monster, but before I knew it, I was standing at Johnny's door.

I reached out to knock, but the door already slammed open.

"Ponyboy! Buongiorno!" he exclaimed. He looked as happy as ever, when I realized something.

He was wearing my maroon hoodie, with his glasses. His dark hair was also incredibly messy.

"Baby, is that my hoodie?" I asked, teasingly. He blushed a deep red.

"Yeah. Is it va bene if I wear it?" he asked. I grinned and nodded.

"Anything for you, Johnnycakes," I stated. I pulled him into a light kiss.

That was before I heard screaming down the road.

"Fucking faggots!" a boy screamed from his Mustang. His friends started to scream obscene things, too.

"Cock sucking whores!"

"Dirty AIDs carriers!*

Suddenly, an open soda bottle was thrown out of the car, splashing all over my clothes and my hair.

They drove off laughing.

The sticky, sugary brown liquid must have coated every inch of my body.

Johnny gave me a horrified look.

That was one of the last good days...