Name: Johnny Cade
Hair: Black hair with much grease in it in begining of book long in the front then curls up in the back
Eyes: Deep Black big puppy dog eyes
Skin: Medium Olive color but light under bangs
Scars: One on left side from his temple to his mid cheek made by the socs when they jumped him while he was searching for the gangs football
Personality: Shy and timid ever since he was jumped and has a light sense of humor
Characteristics: Small and cute and looks younger than his age
Age: 16 years old
Clothes: Jeans, Converse, and Blue Jean Jacket with blood stain
Never been out of town when him and Ponyboy hid out in the church in Windrexville
Looks up to his friend Dally Winston
Bestfriend: Ponyboy Curtis
Parents beat him and his mom yells at him (While in the hospital he refused to let her see him)
Got burned in church fire and died after telling friend Ponyboy Curtis to Stay Gold
His death caused his friend Dally Winston to rob store and get shot down by the cops
Hair: Black hair with much grease in it in begining of book long in the front then curls up in the back
Eyes: Deep Black big puppy dog eyes
Skin: Medium Olive color but light under bangs
Scars: One on left side from his temple to his mid cheek made by the socs when they jumped him while he was searching for the gangs football
Personality: Shy and timid ever since he was jumped and has a light sense of humor
Characteristics: Small and cute and looks younger than his age
Age: 16 years old
Clothes: Jeans, Converse, and Blue Jean Jacket with blood stain
Never been out of town when him and Ponyboy hid out in the church in Windrexville
Looks up to his friend Dally Winston
Bestfriend: Ponyboy Curtis
Parents beat him and his mom yells at him (While in the hospital he refused to let her see him)
Got burned in church fire and died after telling friend Ponyboy Curtis to Stay Gold
His death caused his friend Dally Winston to rob store and get shot down by the cops
“Yeah?” He says, looking over at you.
“I found this in the attic.” You say, tossing it over to him.
It was his baby blanket, a dark blue color.
He looks at it wide eyed, just taking in the memories.
“What about this?” He asks, still looking at the blanket.
“Well I thought our baby would like it.”
“Planning ahead huh?” He grins.
“Only 8 eight months ahead.” You smile.
He looks up at you in surprise.
“You’re pregnant?” He asks, standing up from the couch to face you.
You just smile.
He scoops you up into a giant hug.
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 by 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 singing to herself.
One day I squeezed her hand, and she was laughing and crying all at the same time.
“I love you 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.
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“Johnny how do you think this looks?” You 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?” You ask, twirling the dress around.
“You’d look good in any clothes, honey.” He smiles at you.
“Any clothes?” You ask, scrunching your nose.
“But you also look good in no clothes, if that’s what you want to know,” he grins at you like a little kid. “So could you hurry up so I could see my favorite outfit on you?”
“Johnny how do you think this looks?” You 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?” You ask, twirling the dress around.
“You’d look good in any clothes, honey.” He smiles at you.
“Any clothes?” You ask, scrunching your nose.
“But you also look good in no clothes, if that’s what you want to know,” he grins at you like a little kid. “So could you hurry up so I could see my favorite outfit on you?”