#we prevail

“bringin’ your lil’ fling around, huh? don’t go too crazy tonight, yea?”

“shut up, man. they aren’t a ‘fling’. that’s gross,”

ponyboy groaned, his complaint being muttered under his breath. he put his palm flat against dallas winston’s forehead and shoved him backwards against the couch cushions. dallas chuckled like it was funny.

“lay off the kid, dallas.”

soda lazily defended ponyboy. he leaned onto the back of the sofa, his elbows propping him up until he extended an arm out to ruffle his younger brother’s hair.

“y’know the rules, right? don’t close the door all the way or else darry’ll bust in and humiliate you worse than i could,” soda grinned and ponyboy winced at the thought.

when you had showed up to the curtis house, three knocks had echoed through the living room. ponyboy was quick to usher everyone out of the living room, shouting a quick, “y’all will not ruin this for me!”

he finally opened the door for you, he looked out of breath and his hair was messy. “hey,” he smiled. he tried to seem cool, and failed. he was met with a chuckle and a tight hug with your arms around his neck.

he was suddenly glad that he kicked the gang out. otherwise they would’ve seen his face look beet-red. “hi, pony. ‘s nice to see you.” “you saw me earlier.” “still missed ya, though.”

later that night, he kept his bedroom door just a sliver open. before darry went to bed, he’d see him walking past his room just to peak inside and then walk off like he wasn’t just snooping.

ponyboy paid him little to no mind, though. it was hard to think of anything but the pretty little thing he had in his arms, talking in the softest voice he’d ever heard.

your head rested on top of his shoulder, your legs practically on top of his. his arms were tightly wrapped around your waist, his head on top of yours. limbs were tangled with each other, and he’d never been closer to a human being before.

ponyboy never wanted to move. he hoped you felt the same way, and didn’t feel his heart racing and how sweaty his hands were. he felt how you felt soft, and well-fitted in hands.

“oh, please. mrs. young is never nice to nobody. you’d be lucky if she gave ya an mean look rather than her usual evil look.” you added onto ponyboy’s complaints of his villainous biology teacher.

“tell me ‘bout it. i’ve never heard her talk to a kid in a voice lower than a yell. i don’t even think she can talk in a normal voice.” he fidgeted with the hem of your shirt as he spoke.

“you don’t have to be so nervous,” you teased lightly. you looked up at him through your eyebrows before adjusting your head to get a better look at him. ponyboy exhaled, and turned his head away from you, feigning annoyance.

“i ain’t nervous.” “yea, and i’m marilyn monroe since we’re both liars.” you snickered as you spoke and pony just let out an airy chuckle. “c’mon, it’s jus’ me. you don’t gotta act like i’m killin’ ya.”

it felt like it, definitely.

you were giving him some sort of heart attack, some sort of mental breakdown. he was definitely gonna die. but, let it be known, ponyboy curtis would die a happy a man.

“oh, yea. that’s real comforting.” “ah, thank you.” you replied in a sarcastic tone that mingled with your voice in a way that seemed almost too natural. that’s what he liked about you—he could talk to you like this, and you didn’t get butt-hurt about it, or escalate it.

ponyboy felt you press your body against his further and he felt his heart stop. good god, you had to know just how much he liked you. he didn’t complain, though.

“you think you’re so funny, don’t ya?” ponyboy muttered, just as sarcastically as you spoke earlier. he turned his head back toward you just to plant a quick kiss against your temple. a giggle left your throat, as a small embarrassed smile spread across your lips.

“a little.” “no, a lot. i know ya like the back of my hand. can’t fool me, no sir.” ponyboy muttered between kisses. you now faced him as kiss after kiss tickled your face. you felt the smile he tried to hide against your cheek, then at the spot right beside your ear, then your chin. it felt like there wasn’t a spot unkissed.

you jokingly asked for him to stop through giggles, and lightly tried to push him away. his arms around your waist made it hard to separate yourself from ponyboy. he pressed one final, and lingering, kiss against your forehead. he emphasized the kiss with a ‘mwah’.

“you’re jus’ as evil as mrs. young, y’know?” you complained with a snicker. in response, ponyboy just rolled his eyes. “yea, right.” you leaned over quickly, planting a fast kiss on the tip of his nose. “so evil, n’ so mean.”