Ti Amo da Lontano // Johnnyboy

Chapter Twenty Three // Stanco

Johnny's POV

A/N - Are you all happy that you get to finally see what Johnny thinks?

I woke up feeling like una schifezza.

I remembered going to Ponyboy's last night after Two Bit commented on my accent and speech. I felt so alienated. 

I knew I had to change the biggest part about myself, and quickly. 

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I climbed up a tree near Ponyboy's window, at around ten o'clock. I didn't care that it was late. I just new that I had to talk to him.

I began to knock on the glass, trying not to make that much noise.

The window then opened, and there stood Ponyboy, staring at me.

He looked as stanco as ever, his hair a mess. He wasn't wearing a shirt, making him look unbelievably attractive.

I couldn't help but bite my lip, stifling a stupid expression, or even a moan.

"Johnny? What're you doing? It's the middle of the night!" he whispered. He sounded worried.

"I had to come see you," I stated. I decided to wait before telling him my plan.

"Something sounds different..." he said, trailing off. I grinnned a bit.

He noticed, I thought to myself.

"Yeah, I know," I replied. He looked a bit lost.

"Johnny, what happened to your accent?" he asked, a bit stunned. I began t grin widely. 

"You noticed! I decided to try and get rid of it, and talk like everybody else in Tulsa!" I exclaimed quietly.

I actually felt horrible that I had to change who I was for Ponyboy. I didn't want to sound different, but I couldn't help it. I was born in Italia, and all I was was a stupid immigrante. 

Nobody in America wants me here unless I change.

I have to change for Ponyboy.

"Is this 'cause of Two Bit?" he asked in a demanding voice. 

I shook my head no, even though he was a contributing factor to the problem.

"Nah. It's just better for me to get rid of the accent all together. I gotta sound...what's the word?" I asked, trying to only speak in English.

"You want to sound normal?" he questioned. I nodded eagerly.

"Yeah, I want to be normal. So, that starts with getting rid of my accent!" I stated, trying to sound  fiducioso.

He could probably see through my lies.   

Ponyboy began to tear up.

I didn't say anything, even though I know I should have.

"You don't gotta do this, Johnnycakes! You're perfect just the way you are!" he said, desperately. I reacted by looking down, and shaking my head.

"I'll see you tomorrow at school."

I turned around, and began to climb down the tree. 

All I felt was heartbreak. 

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I began to tear up, remembering the events of last night.