Johnny’s OTP (14)
When Dallas walked in the house carrying me, Johnny jumped up and almost jumped off the walls. He ran over to me and Dallas, examining my hands but looked kinda disappointed when there was no ring on either off my hands. When Johnny got out of the way, Dallas walked over to the couch and put me on it. He walked over to the cabinet where Aunt Lily keeps all her booze and grabbed the first bottle he could find. He opened it and poured it into a glass, read it and sighed.
“Here, drink this it should help with the pain,” he said.
“Dallas I’m fine. Really, I don't need this,” I argued.
“Remember the last time you argued? Who won?” Dallas said.
“Did you beat my cousin?” Keith barged in.
“No he didn’t. I just gave up,” I defended.
“Ohh good,” Keith confirmed.
“Drink,” Dallas ordered.
“Fine. What is it?” I asked.
“Moonshine,” he whispered.
“Moon what?” I asked.
“Moonshine,” he said.
“Eww. Do I really have to drink this?” I complained.
“Yes. You drank all the whiskey the night your gang got here,” he said. “Now drink.”
I took the glass from Dallas' hands and drank it. It wasn’t that bad. I could tell it was supposed to be apple cider flavored. It had cinnamon in it and it wasn’t that bad. It wasn’t as strong as the drinks I was used to, but it worked the pain went away after a few more drinks. Let’s just say that after six shots of the moonshine I was out like a rock. I woke up to Jayce and Johnny talking. I pretended like I was asleep so I could eavesdrop on them
“Why do you Ship Dallas and Two-Bit?” asked Jayce.
“Because I see the way that Dallas looks at Cola and the way she looks at him,” explained Johnny.
“That doesn’t mean anything,” Jayce talked sternly. Then I felt a warmth on my right. I looked over to that direction and I saw Dallas hugging me and sleeping. He looked peaceful. I got up and I slapped Jayce on the back of the head.
“Stop being jealous, and don't you dare talk to Johnny like that you hear,” I yelled, waking up Dallas. and Keith. Aunt Lily was at work so I didn’t really wake her up, she was gone.
“I wasn’t being jealous,” Jayce defended.
“Yes you were. Don’t you lie to me,” I argued.
“Fine. I was jealous, alright. I like you,” he confessed, which left me confused.
“Whats going on?” Dallas asked drowsily. I didn’t answer, I just walked outside to take a walk.
Remember the first night I came to Tulsa? Yeah, the boys that could have jumped me the first night my cousin saved me from them. Oh yeah well I saw them again, but this time I was the one drunk I had that moonshine bottle with me.
“Hey babe what's up?” the blonde one of the boys asked
I quickly took a shot of coffee to sober up. “Nothing's up leave me alone,” I said, still kinda tipsy. I quickly took another shot of coffee, but I realized that they still were around me and circling me like they did the first night that I came here. I put my hand back into my pocket and grasped the switchblade.
“Whatcha doing out here alone baby?” said the other one.
“Taking a walk,” I said, kinda angry.
“Did you get beat up hon?” said the first one.
“No. What’s your name kid?” I asked both of them.
“My name is Denver,” said the second one.
“This here is Edward, you can call him Eddie,” said Denver.
One of the boys reached out his hand and I brought out my switchblade and switched it out. “Woah man. I was trying to be nice and introduce myself,” said Denver.
I stayed silent because I really was scared, and I’m never scared of anyone or anything. I guess the blonde guy really got to me. He was good looking, but he looked like he could take on my whole gang without getting a single punch.
“Hey, stop checking out Edward and come back to earth,” said Denver.
“What's your name?” asked Edward.
“Nick Kasye,” I replied, still kinda shocked.
I heard one of the boys gulp but I couldn’t tell which one it was. After I told them my name they both looked terrified. “Why do you guys look scared?” I asked them.
“Because you’re kinda a legend here. Everyone except your cousin knew you were some type of hard core hood,” explained Denver.
“I figured that out when I got here. He had no idea that I was a hood and then I stole his wallet,” I giggled.
They both laughed hysterically and told me to follow them.
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