// Ponyboy's Point Of View //

Johnny and I sit there for what seemed like hours, relaxing while I continue to sift a hand through his hair. He stayed quiet, shifting every once in a while and looking up to kiss my cheek.

He was an adorable sight to see, his ebony hair falling over his forhead in small curls. His lips are plump and pink, I love to kiss him.

He suddenly giggles and I look at him questioningly. He just messes with the collar of my shirt, tugging here and there before just rubbing the fabric.

"What's so funny," I mumble.

"Nothing, you were just staring and your face went red. What are you thinking about," he whispers.

"You want the honest answer," I ask him.

He nods slightly and giggles, lifting his head up to look at me. I smile lightly and Peck his lips, pulling away slightly.

"I was thinking about you," I whisper quietly.

He smiles lightly, his face turning pink and leans in pecking my lips softly. He pulls away slightly and rests his head on my shoulder, going back to messing with my shirt collar.

I chuckle at him and rest my chin on top of his head lightly. I look around the room and try to find a clock, finally finding one on the wall.

It reads 6:45 pm and I sigh softly, not wanting to get up just yet. Shifting slightly, I look at Johnny and Peck his cheek.

"We better start heading to dinner now Johnny," I mumble quietly.

"I don't want to," he whines quietly.

"I know, I don't want to either but we have to," I say, wrapping my arms around his waist tighter.

"Fine," he mumbles, letting go of my shirt collar.

He moves off of my lap and stands up, stretching out his limbs. I get off the bed and stand next to him, grabbing his hand, intertwining my fingers with his.

I walk to the door and open it, letting him go before me. He stands int he hall as I close the door and walk him down the hall.

My guess was that this castle was similar to where I lived so I had an idea to where the dining room is. I walk down the stairs, Johnny right next to me and I sigh.

We make it to the bottom of the stairs and I look around, trying to guess the door that we need to go through. I take a deep breath and I can smell food, instantly knowing where I should go.

I open the door and walk in, seeing Soda and Jessie already seated at the table. Johnny shrinks down at the sight of her and grips my hand tighter.

I take a seat and Jonny sits next to me, never loosening his grip on my hand. Soda smiles at us and I smile back lightly, looking down.

Dinner is already on the table and I take a deep breath, haven't actually eaten more than granola bars for the past few days. Johnny grips my hand tighter and I knew he was nervous, he didn't know Jessie because I never said anything about her.

I lean in by Johnny's ear. "Are you okay Johnny," I whisper.

"Y-yeah I'm fine. . .," He mutters.

"It's okay baby, we'll go back to our room soon," I whisper.

I lean away from him and look up slightly, seeing Jessie look at me oddly. I roll my eyes slightly and she scoffs.

"Tell your brother not to be so rude," she says to Soda.

"He didn't do anything," Soda says.

"He rolled his eyes at me," she whines.

I see Soda roll his eyes slightly and I chuckle quietly, shaking my head at him. He grins and places a hand over his mouth, stifiling his laughter.

I do the same with my free hand and close my eyes slightly, them watering from laughing so much. Johnny let out a small giggle, covering his mouth as well.

"Stop laughing at me queers​," Jessie says loudly.

Everything goes dead silent and I look up at her, biting my lip to keep myself from exploding. She smirks at me, knowing she crossed a line and let's out a small laugh.

"What did you say to us," I question quietly.

"I said. . . Stop laughing at me queers​," she repeats.

I look at Soda and his eyes are wide, almost in disbelief of what she said. I turned slightly to look at Johnny and his head was down, bangs covering his​ face now.

"Jessie you crossed it there. Do not talk to my little brother like that," Soda says calmly.

"It's the truth though," she mutters.

"I don't care if it is, don't talk to him like that," Soda says loudly.

My gaze still stays on Johnny, seeing a tear drop onto his lap. I look up at Jessie and my stomach bubbles in anger.

"No one. . . and I mean no one makes Johnny cry," I state.

"I made the little queer cry," Jessie questions innocently.

"You did and if you weren't a girl I would fucking slap you," I say.

"Hit me, I dare you," she tempts.

"I don't hit women," I say.

"I'm ​more of a man than you'll ever be so hit me," she says, flipping her hair.

"Ponyboy​ take Johnny back to the room. I'll bring you guys some food later. I'm gonna have a chat with Jessie here," Soda mutters.

I stand up and lift Johnny so I'm holding him bridal style. He wraps his arms around my neck and hides his face.

I can hear his shaky breaths and I can feel tears on my shoulder, he's still crying. I walk out of the room and up the stairs, walking down the hall to our room.

I take a hand and open the door, walking in and closing the door behind us. Sitting on the bed, Johnny curls up into a ball on my lap and let's out a soft sob.

"I'm so sorry baby. . ."