Me and Johnny finally made it to the Curtis house, out of breath and holding hands. When we walked in the door, every eye was turned on us. It was akward.

"Well it's about time..." Pony said, as Soda ruffled his hair.

"Johnny left with Sylvia, and came back with Andy? What a player!" Two-Bit grinned. I shoved him, and we got into a mini fight. Things calmed down, and we all gathered into the tiny living room. I was on Johnny's lap, while Soda was to my right. Pony was to my left.

We turned the TV on, got comfortable, and stayed like this for awhile.

Yeah, we're greasers, but they don't party every single night. Well Buck, does. But that's beside the point.

The point is, I'm happy.

I'm not sure why.

Maybe it was because the my friends were becoming more like me family everyday.

Or maybe it was because Johnny's lap was really comfortable.

I've given it a lot of thought, and came to this conclusion:

Johnny is mine.

For years, I was chasing him. I was hoping everynight that maybe he'd like me back. I never believed he did, though. It was pretty girls like Sylvia that made me believe otherwise.

He could be happy with them, not me.

But it was Sylvia herself who brought us together.

So officialy, he's my Johnny now.


I hope you all like this story! I worked hard on Andy's rambling, haha.