November 16th, 2018. (Friday)

It wasn't until a long time later when Ponyboy would talk to Johnny again. He didn't mean to even look at him but he couldn't help it.

"Ponyboy, Ponyboy," Johnny calls after him on the way home after school. "Wait!"

Ponyboy didn't stop walking but instead actually sped up his walking a little bit. The older boy of the two finally catches up and places a hand on his shoulder.

"Why won't you talk to me," Johnny asks, slightly out of breath.

"Because I don't have anything to say to you," Ponyboy says, a little harsh. "I didn't want to intervene with anything so I stopped talking to you."

"What," Johnny asks, obviously confused with what the younger boy was saying. "Intervene?"

"Yeah, you and that pretty girl," Ponyboy says. "She was all touchy and you seemed to enjoy yourself so I didn't wanna get in the middle of it. You were happy and stuff..."

"But I wasn't happy," Johnny murmurs, his accent thick. "She was too touchy... I didn't like it... I just went with it so I didn't hurt her..."

Ponyboy stops walking, turning to look at the shorter yet older boy. He didn't know what to think.

So, he did the thing that he's been contemplating on for a long time. Skin to skin contact.

Ponyboy pulls the front of Johnny's sweater close to him, pressing his lips against Johnny's quickly. In that moment, he knew he did something right.

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How was this?

Oops, short one again