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Ponyboy // “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
The light being given off by the last bits of sun burned your face in the best way possible, and you let out a contented sigh as your eyes fluttered shut. Leaning back on your hands and uncrossing your legs, you pretended to not notice Pony’s eyes on you. You let the soft dirt coat your palms, breathing in the evening air.
“Ponyboy,” You said quietly, letting your eyes flutter open and meet his. “What’s wrong?” He simply shrugged, tearing his gaze away from your face and towards the setting sun.
“Liar.” You said, tearing up a handful of grass and flicking it at him. He spluttered as it hit his face.
“Hey!” He said, laughing despite the slight frown lines that had decorated his face a moment before. “I’m gonna get you for that.” He said, lunging forward and pinning you to the ground.
“Ponyboy!” You squealed, trying to dodge his hands as they worked furiously, trying to find where you were most ticklish. “Baby, stop!” You said.
Almost immediately, he froze.
The two of you had been going together for a few months, but you had never quite put a label on it. You went on dates, and made out under bleachers, and sat together in classes… but you had never called him baby.
Sitting back on his heels, he looked to the side. You could see his jaw working, and your stomach fell. Did he not like you? Was he not ready to really be something? It had never felt that way. He had always seem absolutely smitten with you – or so everybody said. Were they wrong? Were you wrong?
“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” He blurted, still looking away from you.
Sitting up, you tried to catch his eye.
“What?” You said, and Ponyboy made a strangled noise in the back of his throat.
“No, no, I heard you. I just… I’m so happy.” You said, leaning forward and pressing your forehead to his. “I want you to think that, because I think I’m in love with you, too.” You said, your fingers stroking the hair at the base of his head.
“Baby.” He said quietly, assuredly. He moved his head so that he could press his lips to yours, and you welcomed his touch like no other, pulling him closer to you and kissing him harder than ever before.
I AM NO LONGER ACCEPTING DRABBLE REQUESTS.