“Well… Johnny. This is it. Your first real date.” Dally says, looking at him from the couch.
“Yeah… I know dad.” Johnny says rolling his eyes.
“Don’t be too aggressive.”
“Oh my god dad.” Johnny shakes his head.
“I’m just telling you. If tu do anything to hurt Grace, o even like, get close to her, I’m gonna have to kill you, because Soda’s going to kill me.”
“Dad!”
“I’m not joking. If tu even give her a hug and Soda comes running over I’m gonna have to kill you.” He nods his head.
“Dad.. We’re going to the Dingo nothing bad’s going to happen.”
“That place is a teenage breeding ground!” He lowers his voice. “I couldn’t tell tu how many girls I banged there.”
“Dad! My god.”
“Hey don’t sound all offended. If it wasn’t for the Dingo tu wouldn’t be alive! tu should be thankful I banged your mom in that car.”
“Ok I’m leaving…” Johnny says, shaking his head and walking out of the room.
“Just use protection!” Dally yells after him.
“Yeah… I know dad.” Johnny says rolling his eyes.
“Don’t be too aggressive.”
“Oh my god dad.” Johnny shakes his head.
“I’m just telling you. If tu do anything to hurt Grace, o even like, get close to her, I’m gonna have to kill you, because Soda’s going to kill me.”
“Dad!”
“I’m not joking. If tu even give her a hug and Soda comes running over I’m gonna have to kill you.” He nods his head.
“Dad.. We’re going to the Dingo nothing bad’s going to happen.”
“That place is a teenage breeding ground!” He lowers his voice. “I couldn’t tell tu how many girls I banged there.”
“Dad! My god.”
“Hey don’t sound all offended. If it wasn’t for the Dingo tu wouldn’t be alive! tu should be thankful I banged your mom in that car.”
“Ok I’m leaving…” Johnny says, shaking his head and walking out of the room.
“Just use protection!” Dally yells after him.
I chuckle. I was sitting outside of the community college on the steps, waiting for Soda to come pick me up. He was late; as usual.
“Yes. I it’s quite refreshing actually.” I tell (Y/N), looking up at the rain.
“Cleanses the mind?” She laughs, sitting down siguiente to me.
“Your hair is gonna get all wet.”
“I don’t care.” She shrugs.
“I thought girls cared about their hair. Especially girls with pretty hair.”
“You really think I have pretty hair?” She laughs.
“Yeah I do.” I grin.
“You don’t seem like the type to be all cute.”
“Well, maybe I like tu that much to be that type.” I grin.
“Really?” She grins, tilting her head to the side.
“Really.” I smile, leaning in as the sparks fly.