(some of) my favorite parts from the theatre au, in no specific order, just chapter 1-14
Ponyboy put the wrapper of a packet of M&Ms into the book, using it as a bookmark. He put the book down and stretched his arms, his knuckles popping. “You should join, too.” Johnny shook his head, writing the final word on the paper then putting it atop the book. He cuddled up to the other's side, resting his cheek on his shoulder. “Naw, I can’t act. Can’t lie like you.” (ch. 1)
Johnny paused and slowly turned to him. “We?” Oh, shoot. “...I did,” Ponyboy corrected himself. (Ch. 1)
Ponyboy nodded, trying to get rid of his smile so as to not appear stupid. A bee passed by and he yelped in surprise, sparking a laugh out of the other. It wasn't really funny, but the reaction was the main part. A simple bug, yet it was apparently so scary and terrifying. (ch. 2)
Ponyboy smiled and relaxed. "Tony. Sounds Italian huh?" He asked, looking up, then mocking an Italian (it sounded more like a New York kind of Italian) accent with a grin. "'Ey boss! Gotcha some pizza, tell me 'bout this guy, Mario!" Johnny snorted and then broke out into quiet laughter. (Ch. 2)
"Awh, did you share a milkshake? Share fries? Carve your initials into tree bark? Thought you hated romance," Johnny teased him, grinning. Dallas inhaled sharply, a little colour meeting his face. "Lay off or I'm goin' to start lecturing you about school, kid." (Ch. 2)
(we all could guess this) "Change the b to an m, we're all inclusive, ain't we?" Dallas joked as the trio made it over. Johnny and Ponyboy shared a look, both internally cringing. (Ch. 2)
Dallas tried to get some popcorn, but Johnny immediately snatched the bucket away, glaring at him. The blond narrowed his eyes, then looked around before focusing back on the screen. Ponyboy managed to snag some popcorn. Boyfriend privilege was the most likely answer. (Ch. 2)
Cherry's expression shifted through about fifteen emotions. “Shit,” she whispered. (Ch. 3)
It was funny, though, because Dallas had dropped off Johnny at school and played a dad role, yelling at him to say 'I love you' or give him a hug. All he got was a glare despite a fond smile. (Ch. 4)
Johnny shook his head. "Keeps us busy, we have a lot to do I suppose. I heard some people talkin’ backstage, ‘n’ guess what?” “Chicken butt,” Ponyboy mumbled. (Ch. 5)
Sodapop waved his fork in the air as he asked, "Are the broads in the room with us? 'Cause I don't recall either of us finding a lady pretty and willin' to date them." (Ch. 5)
"Taught Winston once, he talked about a jacket like yours. Tell him to give my art back, please, I miss it." (Ch. 5)
Her [Frida] tone was nice, welcoming and warm, like a grandma's who makes you cookies everytime you come over. (Ch. 6)
“What's the fuckin’ difference?” Diane asked, shoving the supposed blazer back on the costume rack. (Ch 7)
"Oh, shoot," Ponyboy mumbled. "I was bored and Soda was just sittin' around, at least I used my time in a good way," he hesitated before adding on, "and wasted his." (Ch. 8)
"Nothing, at the moment," Ponyboy muttered, keeping his sentences short. (Ch 8???)
“Uh, yes you do!” “Blah, blah, blah!” (ch. 9)
Dallas rolled his eyes as he walked in. No wonder people called Johnny a little version of him. “Fuck off, grandma.” (ch. 9 ?)
A horse. Again. For probably the 40th time in a row. And that says a lot. (Ch. 10)
"Go fuck yourself," Ponyboy mumbled as the theatre teacher went back to talking. He had been hard to wake up that morning, resorting to curling into a ball every time his partner tried to shake him awake. The two were almost late out, at least one of them ate something. "Be nice to him," Cherry muttered. "You too, Sherri." (Ch. 10?)
Diane raised her hand. “Are we allowed to full body tackle– football style– a kid if they grab a thing that ain’t theirs?” (ch. 10?)
"I'm going to duct tape your mouth shut if you lie one more time." (Ch. 11)
"Is... that all? 'Cause I'm gettin' angry vibes from the horse right here," (ch. 11)
spoilers for ch. 12-14, though out of context
"What? Oh, and no kissing backstage– that's not it?" (Ch. 12)
Then, he went over and put his hands on his boyfriend's shoulders before pressing their lips together for a kiss. (Ch. 12 😼😼😼)
If you hum I Feel Pretty one more fucking time, I'm going to grab my switchblade and shove it so far down your throat that the fuzz won't be able to find it because it's–" he started. (Ch. 13 ❤️)
And also stop pairing kids together, I am tired of seeing initials written on the walls of kids you think are cute in a relationship." (Ch. 13)
