(Leah's POV)
After my friends went home I decided to go upstairs and do my homework.
I sat at my oak desk and opened my binder.
English, Math, Science, and Spanish. Ugh, I hate them all.
I picked up my pencil and began to work slowly.
I tried to concentrate. Until there was a knock on my bedroom door.
"Leah can I come in?" Said the voice.
"Come in." I said.
I knew who it was and what it would be about the moment I heard the knock.
My brother Ponyboy had walked into the room.
"Leah I have a question." He said nervously.
"Yes?" I asked trying not to show my nerves
"well, does Katie really like me?" Pony asked blushing
"Hmm she might." I tried my luck. And asked slyly "What are you going to give me for the answer?" I grinned
"Well nothing, I just wanted to know, because maybe." Ponyboy stopped himself.
"Maybe what?" I asked carefully
"Nothing, and another question." Ponyboy rushed on
"What?" I let the maybe go, though I could tell there was a deeper meaning to it.
"Are you digging Johnny?" He asked quickly
"Digging Johnny? Why?" I asked thoughtfully.
"I wanted to know. You know the paper and all." Pony retorted.
"Well, no. Johnny Is like my brother, I couldn't really picture myself with him. I mean maybe one day we could get together. But not anytime soon." I replied. But I felt my face start to burn. I don't blush when im talking about Johnny Cade. Johnny Cade, my neighbor, the boy who I used to run the sprinklers with when I was three. Johnny, the boy who slept near the door on the floor of my room to "protect" me from monsters when I was 6. The boy who was there when my parents freaked out about buying me my first bra. JOHNNY. It was JOHNNY. I cant blush over him. I felt Pony's eyes watching me while I was thinking.
"Well that's all I wanted to know. I take it you girls were playing mash again?" Pony said smirking
"Yeah" I replied still thinking
"Well, try not to get your little notes caught this time by the teacher savvy?" Pony said
"Sure, fine whatever." I said
Pony gave me a noogie and left me with a weird thought in my head.
"It's ONLY Johnny Leah, Its Only Johnny."
But what if he's starting to become a little more?
