hii! could you do a johnny cade x fem!reader where she lies to her parents about having extended cheer practice so she could see johnny at the drive-in due to her parents being strict (especially her dad), at the theater it’s all puppy love, but when he walks her home, they kiss for the first time and her mom sees but doesn’t say anything when she walks in. (inspired by the priscilla movie)
of course!! I love this idea, thank you for the request !
ㅤㅤㅤ⋆｡‧Extended Practice ɞ˚‧｡⋆
you weren’t supposed to be here.
not here, not tonight, not at the dusty little drive-in with your pom-poms still hidden in the trunk of your best friend’s car and your cheer skirt folded neatly beneath your sweater. you were supposed to be at “practice” — or at least, that’s what your daddy thought.
practice had ended two hours ago.
but how could you not see him?
johnny cade had a way of making you forget what rules were. not because he was reckless — no, nothing like that. he was soft-spoken and sweet and never pushed, never asked for more than what you could give him. but with the way he looked at you — like you weren’t just some pretty girl in a pleated skirt but something more, something worth waiting on — it made you want to break all the little rules you’d been raised on.
and tonight, you wanted to break them all for just a little while longer.
the drive-in was half-empty, warm summer wind slipping through the wide night sky, brushing loose strands of hair across your lipgloss. johnny sat beside you, quiet as usual, his knee just barely brushing against yours in the back row of those old iron benches.
your heart fluttered so hard you swore he could hear it.
“y’sure you won’t get in trouble for stayin’ out so late?” he asked, voice soft and sweet like he didn’t want to ruin the quiet between you.
you smiled, tucking your chin shyly. “they think i’m at practice.” you bit the inside of your cheek, leaning in a little closer just because you could. “besides… it’s worth it.”
johnny’s cheeks flushed pink under the glow of the projector. “yeah?”
you nodded. “mm-hm. ‘s worth it to see you.”
truth was, you’d been doing this for weeks now, stretching practice an hour longer here, catching a ride home from your friend’s boyfriend there. your mama was always the softer one. she’d believe you no matter what you said. it was your dad you had to fool.
but right now, none of that mattered. right now, there was only you and johnny and the movie you weren’t watching and the hush of the wind slipping between you.
he reached for your hand slow, careful, like he wasn’t sure if he should. his fingers were warm, a little rough from work, but his thumb brushed over your knuckles like he thought you were made of something fragile.
you squeezed his hand. smiled again. watched the way he smiled back, all soft and nervous, like he couldn’t believe you were really here with him.
the movie ended too fast.
walking home, it felt like your heart was pounding right up in your throat. johnny kicked pebbles with his old sneakers, stealing glances at you like he couldn’t help himself. your house wasn’t far now. just a block or two more.
“hey, uh…” his voice broke the quiet. “i… been wantin’ to… well, i mean, if it’s alright with you…”
you turned to look at him. big brown eyes. soft mouth. hands shoved in his jacket pockets like he didn’t know where else to put them.
he swallowed hard. “can i… kiss you goodnight?”
your heart about flew out of your chest. “y-yeah… yeah, you can.”
he smiled, a little shy, a little proud of himself. and right there beneath the streetlamp, in front of the white-picket fence your daddy built with his bare hands, johnny leaned in slow. like he had all the time in the world to figure you out.
the kiss was sweet. a little nervous. soft lips, soft sighs, soft hands cupping your jaw just so he could tilt his head the right way. it wasn’t perfect. but it was good.
and when you pulled away — breathless, giggly, dizzy — your heart froze.
because standing at the window? behind the sheer lace curtain?
but when you walked through the front door a minute later, she didn’t say a word.
just smiled that small, secret kind of smile. the kind mamas give their daughters when they remember what it’s like to be young and in love and breaking tiny rules for the first time.
“how was practice, baby?”
“good,” you whispered, touching your lips like they still burned from the kiss. “real good.”
and your mama just nodded.
I loved the way this turned out, and I really hope you did too! thank for you reading xoxo💌
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