Sodapop's POV ✧
Midnight, I think. That's where I was. There was no escaping the night, other than sleep. Maybe I didnt wanna be in the midnight, I got stuck in it too much. Maybe I didn't wanna sleep because my brain was up all night thinking and pumping its memories of yesterday.

Whatever. My mind was cluttered from all that occurred, too many thoughts and feelings all happening at once. Was I in the right place? Or is this just apart of me?

Was Ponyboy awake at this hour? Was he thinking the same? Why do I have this many questions? My mind must be stuck on this one person that I cant get rid of. Why has it come to this?

My breathing hitched.

I turned over, only to see Ponyboy curled up into a ball while asleep.

A few mumbles escaped from his mouth as I heard one that was slurred. "Puppy,"

I chuckled quietly to myself and laid my head back down on the pillow.

The thoughts kept coming and coming.

Will staying awake get to me more often? Am I getting insomnia? Is this bad? Is it really bad? Can sleep really calm me down? Will it work? Maybe I should give it a try.

I closed my eyes, picturing this one person in my mind and slowly finding myself drift off to the infinite color of...

Blue shirt. Blue jeans. That's what I saw. It was a nice shirt and nice jeans. But not the perfect kind. "Soda," He turned around.

"Huh?" I tilted my head.

"Sodapop!" I shot up from the bed.

"What?!"

Ponyboy had a tiny smirk on his face. "Aren't you supposed to be the one who wakes me up?" he threw on a shirt.

"I-I'm sorry I-I just-"

"What? Sleep talking? Yea, I know, I'm gonna be late for school so bye." Pony took off after that, leaving me alone in my bedroom.

"Do I really sleep talk?" I quirked an eyebrow, looking at myself in the mirror and sighing.

I grabbed a white tee and threw on my DX shirt. Grabbing jeans, I buckled the belt and knotted up my shoes.

"Soda," I heard someone call from the living room.

"Y-yea?" I took my cap and put it on my head.

"Sodapop," they called again.

"Huh?" I walked straight out the door and into the living room where I saw Johnny, Two-Bit and Steve.

"Hi Johnny,"

He grinned.

"Kid's just here for the boyfriend," Two-Bit teased and sipped on his beer.

"Well he left for school but he's only walking so you should be able to catch up,"

He smiled and ran out the door. "Thanks Soda!" Johnny shouted from outside.

"Hey Soda, Steve told me he was dreamin' about you last night," Two chuckled.

I felt my cheeks get warm. I scurried to the bathroom and closed the door. As I looked into the mirror, there was a small, pink tint on my face that I couldn't seem to get rid of.

I frowned and mumbled. "Damn it Two,"

I walked out of the bathroom, seeing Steve right in front of the door. "You okay Soda?"

I nodded quickly, slightly widening my eyes at his open... ness. He'd usually button up his shirt but apparently not today. I tried not to keep my eyes too glued to him so I hastily left out the door.

"Hey Soda wait up,"

The heat on my face slowly increased. "W-what?" I asked.

"You sure you're okay? You're a little jittery,"

I shook my head. "I-I'm fine,"

He followed me outside. "No you're not," Steve laid a hand on my shoulder, turning me around.

"Then w-what's wrong with me?"

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