Johnny Cade imagine~

(requested by anon. i tried writing it a little different this time. it was awkward for me lol)

“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” Johnny says, wide-eyed, and you look down at your shirt. You and Johnny offered to wash the dishes that night after dinner, which both of you regretted afterwards considering the amount of dishes that were used. Your shirt is sticky with Coke and now wet with water, both being Johnny’s fault. He spilled his pop on you during dinner - something he couldn’t apologize enough for - and now he accidentally splashed you with water from the sink. “It’s fine,” you sigh. He looks at your shirt, then looks away quickly with a nervous smile on his mouth.
    “(Y/N), why did ya choose to wear white today?” he mumbles. You frown a little bit and inquire as to why he was asking. He gestures towards your chest with a fork and says with a nervous laugh, “You look like you were just in a wet t-shirt contest!” You turn away from him for a moment, embarrassed by your lacy black bra showing through your shirt. “Oh,” is all you can say, as you fold your arms over your chest and turn back to him. He smiles at your embarrassment. “Why don’t ya ask Pony if you can borrow a shirt?” You shake your head vigorously. “You think I’m gonna go out there - lookin’ like this? The boys would never let me live this down!”
    He thinks about it for a second, then nods in agreement. You’re about to ask what you should do, when you catch a glimpse of Johnny’s jean jacket hanging over his chair at the table. You point to it and his eyes follow your finger, nodding again. “Ya want my jacket?” he asks for a confirmation. “Please,” you say. He throws the wet sponge onto the counter, getting water everywhere, and goes to get his jacket. You take the cloth you were drying the dishes with, and wipe the water from the counter, sighing again. He seemed to be making a few messes tonight, and it started worrying you. You figured he was just preoccupied, but with what?
    A warm hand on your arm startles you slightly, even though you know it’s Johnny. He fumbles with handing over the jacket, and you both try to grab the fabric in the same spot, accidentally touching hands. You both instantly let go, the jacket falling to the floor. “Sorry,” you say at the same time, then laugh. You lean over to pick it up, when you notice him doing the same. Both of you back off, waiting for the other to pick it up. This happens twice. “Oh my gosh,” you mumble, your face becoming warm from embarrassment. He laughs again. “Just- just stand there, okay?” He says, and starts to lean down. “Are you still standing there?” “Yes!” you laugh. He swipes the jacket off the tiled floor and shoves it in your hands, and you think you see pink on his cheeks, but he turns back to the sink too quickly for you to tell.
    You shifted awkwardly on your feet and slid the jacket over your arms. Johnny wasn’t much taller than you were, and his jean jacket almost fit you perfectly. You button it up completely, to ensure your shirt isn’t visible at all. You look at Johnny. “Do I look okay?” you ask. He looks over his shoulder at you, and he bites his lip. “Even in an old, beaten-up jacket, you still look pretty, (Y/N).” You can’t help but smile.
    “You think so?”
    “I know so,” he says seriously, and turns back to the sink.
    As he washes and you dry the remainder of the dishes, what he said keeps running through your mind. You’re not sure if he meant it in a friendly way, or in a flirty way. He was shy, and if he did like you, you thought that was probably the best hint you would get from him.
    After you put away the last plate, Johnny leans back against the counter and lets out a huge breath. “Who knew washing dishes took so much energy?” he says, shaking his head. You shrug. “It didn’t take much out of me,” you reply. “That’s because your body is more fit than mine.” He looks at you and smiles charmingly. You blush again. Now you were sure he was flirting with you… maybe.
    “Yeah? Your body looks better than mine, though.”
    Johnny’s cheeks turn bright red and he ducks his head to conceal his face with his hair. He rambles a few half thoughts nervously and fiddles with his hands. He looks up at you again and trails off, his eyes wide and sparkling. You thought he was absolutely adorable when he got like this. You grin at him, which he returns with a grin bigger than your own.
    “Are you sure you two ain’t goin’ out?”
    You break eye-contact, to see Ponyboy looking at you two with a suspicious look on his face. “I’m sure, Pony,” Johnny says, rolling his eyes, though he was blushing more furious now. “Then why are ya blushing, huh?” He looks at you. “And you’ve got a grin bigger than Texas on your face!” He shakes his head. “I can’t believe you guys don’t notice how much you like each other.”
    Your eyes snap back to Johnny, who is already looking at you. “(Y/N)…” he starts. You rush to him, and press your lips against his. You can feel his surprise clear against your lips, but he puts his hands on your hips. You pulled away just as quick as you had kissed him, and you laugh at how obvious it really was. “I guess we really didn’t realize, did we, Johnny?” you say. He laughs, too, and pecks your lips. “I guess we didn’t.”