"Ah..so you consider your friends to be family." Alexander mused. "God, I wish I had my friends from back when I was young..it's been years that I've seen them all.." His brows creased in anguish.
Dally and Johnny grinned lightly at each other. "Yeah... our gang is pretty tight. Not many of our parents care much about us..." Johnny replied a bit gloomily. Dally put his hand on Johnny's shoulder. "But we've got each other," he said, nodding. "Yeah," Johnny smiled.
"I never had parents... like Jealousy, my friends and boyfriend are sides. But I'm not, I'm only a figment of the imagination. I'm surprised you guys can even see me."
Do you how do? I use any pronouns :) Get in losers, we're going napping
Johnny stared at Emile. "Consider yourself lucky. My parents used to beat me up and get drunk all the time," he said a bit harshly. "My parents could care less about me," Dally replied. "Ponyboy's parents are dead," he said, looking at Dally. Their faces darkened.
Turn your demons into art, your shadow into a friend, your fear into fuel, your failures into teachers, your weaknesses into reasons to keep fighting. Don’t waste your pain. Recycle your heart. — Andréa Balt
