At the next study session, Curly couldn't sit still for anything, Ponyboy figures out. The redhead couldn't even focus on his own work, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye. He kept shifting in his chair, tapping his pencil against the table.

They were at Ponyboy's house so it wasn't like he was interrupting a classroom full of students. Just him. Although eventually the tapping did get to him.

He reaches over and snatches it out of Curly's hand, bringing it close to him. He tucks it behind one of his ears and he huffs. The redhead was relieved to finally have his silence back.

"Didn't like my drum solo, Curtis?" Curly teases, grinning widely at the other male. "My mama used to tell me I was born to play the drums."

"And what does she tell you now?" Ponyboy questions. "I hope she gave up on your music career."

"She tells me to walk into traffic now, so I guess that's close enough."

Ponyboy winces.

"Shit, Curly, I'm sorry man," the redhead murmurs.

"Don't go apologizing on me now," Curly teases. "You act like I actually care what she tells me. She's high most of the time anyhow."

The ravenette laughs and he stands up, stretching carefully before plopping back down into his spot. The worksheet in front of him was halfway filled out, messy scrawls and doodles lining the parameters of the paper.

"Let's take a break, yeah?" Ponyboy suggests, turning his head to look at Curly again. "We can hang out in my room for a bit before coming back out here."

"And here I thought you'd never let me in your bed," Curly purrs playfully, leaning close to the redhead. "You've been such a prude."

Ponyboy moves a hand to lightly push Curly's face away from his own. His face was growing red hot again. He couldn't help it. The other male was just so... Flustering. He had a way of running his mouth, that was for sure.

"Get your head out of the gutter," the redhead tells him. "I might just have to toss you out of the window."

"How romantic. I bet you'd make sure I hit a soft bush and everything."

The redhead rolls his eyes and he shakes his head, standing up. The male didn't know what to do about Curly sometimes. Surely he knew that talking like that could get him beat if he used it on the wrong guy. Hell, he didn't know why he didn't beat him for it. Or maybe he did. Curly talking like that wasn't exactly the worst thing on the planet.

"Maybe we'll just head to the couch, put on some TV," Ponyboy says.

"Awe, what? I was excited for your bedroom..."

Curly pouts at Ponyboy and he crosses his arms over his chest. Although it was hard to look all cutesy with how he looked. Leather jacket and tough looking clothes, a scar on his face, his earring. He looked more like a dork.

"You act like you've never set foot in my room before, Curly."

"That was when we were little kids, but now we're pretty much adults," the ravenette says. "I wanna see adult Ponyboy's room. Last time I saw your room, it was littered with toy cars and coloring books."

"How do you even remember that?" Ponyboy questions, laughing. "You can't even remember what you had for dinner last night."

"I totally do, you're a liar."

"What was it then?"

Curly was silent for a few moments, lower lip caught between his teeth in thought. The ravenette might not remember. Although it finally hit him.

"I had cereal!"

Ponyboy bursts out laughing. All of that serious thinking just for him to burst out that he had cereal. The redhead thought that Curly was a riot. Sometimes he wondered why Darry didn't enjoy Curly's company. He wasn't so bad.

"Quit laughing, dick! You asked!"

The redhead continues to laugh, wrapping his arms around himself. But then suddenly Curly was standing up as well, in his space. He could have sworn that his face was a bit pink. The ravenette lifts him up with only a small struggle, tossing him over his shoulder.

"Curly, put me down!" Ponyboy yelps.

It was Curly's turn to laugh now. The ravenette carries the younger male off to the couch, adjusting him enough to lightly toss him onto the couch. He was quick to crawl on top of him though, their noses pressed together.

"Not laughing now, huh?" Curly murmurs, a small smirk gracing his lips. "You thought you were hot shit."

Ponyboy's cheeks redden and he looks at Curly, very much aware that he could feel the other male's breath against him. His heart was racing in his chest. Even as a joke, this was a lot.

The redhead was underneath Curly, the older male's hands resting beside his head to keep him boxed in. Their faces were far closer than he would have thought was comfortable.

"I didn't think I was hot shit, you're just real fun to tease," the younger male breathes out. "You make it real easy."

Curly rolls his eyes and he hums, staring down at him with his dark blue eyes. The redhead swallows thickly and he simply stares right back at him. It wasn't like he had any room to move away, he was practically pinned in place on the couch.

"Sometimes I wonder..."

"Wonder what, Curly?"

"Nothing much, I suppose."

The ravenette's eyes dart down to Ponyboy's lips before meeting his green eyes all over again. Ponyboy takes a small breath, not daring to move a muscle for anything at all. He was afraid that if he did anything, he'd scare Curly away. He'd run off and maybe he'd never come back.

Curly makes the first move, simply sliding his body downward a bit so that he could lay properly on top of Ponyboy, head resting against his chest. He turns his head to face the TV, hands comfortably wrapping around the younger male to keep him in place.

Ponyboy lets out a small breath and he looks down at the older male resting on his chest. There was no way in hell Curly couldn't hear it racing. But he didn't say anything, not a word. The redhead slowly moves his arms to wrap around the other male in return, leaving a barely there touch on his back.

It was safe to say they didn't go back to homework, simply laying in silence on the couch.

Things were a lot different than Ponyboy ever could have thought.