Cigarette Daydreams ☆ The Outsiders Fan-Fictions

Ponyboy - Chapter 11

Warnings: none

Word count: 694 words

(Narrator's POV)

Walking to Ponyboy's house was nothing but listening to far-away cars and trains and enjoying each other's companionship. Nobody was home when you guys got there, so you two just fooled around.

"We're not going out somewhere, are we?" You asked. Ponyboy confirmed, "I don't think so darling, unless you want to."

You walked into Pony's room and closed the door. He was confused, wondering if he had said something wrong, but after a minute or two you walked out just wearing an oversized t-shirt and just underwear underneath. Pony kept turning his head sideways to avoid staring as if you were completely naked, but you thought it was cute.

"Let's make spaghetti to surprise Darry when he gets home. He needs a break from cooking all the time." You suggested. Ponyboy nodded and turned on the radio so you two could sing along and dance together.

While making the sauce, Ponyboy was flailing around too much and knocked over the pot. You became frustrated at him, telling him to clean it up, but he'd just brush it off and take your hands, waltzing to Elvis. And when he was cooking the noodles, you kept sticking the wooden spoon in to grab some to eat half-raw - which annoyed him, too. 

You're mixing the sauce and noodles together when you guys hear booming voices and footsteps coming up the porch. You and Ponyboy freak out, rushing around to clean the big messes. Though what you're wearing and how the gang would react is what was on your mind. While attempting to reach Pony's room before the gang came inside, you stubbed your toe on the edge of the wall and tripped. 

The front door opened and conversations paused. Everyone was staring right at you. Darry came in shortly after with wide eyes, sharing glances between you and Ponyboy. You cautiously stood up with shaky legs and muttering under your breath, "Dinner's ready."

Everyone got over 'the incident' real quick when the scent of spaghetti and meat sauce swooped in. They all took a seat and even said a quick prayer of gratitude before dishing up. To your surprise, nobody even mentioned anything about what happened, so you didn't bother to change into suitable clothes.

(Your POV)

"Steve, what time do we gotta be at work tomorrow?" Sodapop started a new discussion. 

"We don't have work tomorrow, Soda." He responded. Soda gave him a confused frown, "Yes, Steve, we do have work tomorrow. I remember boss coming up to me today saying we do." Steve just shook his head and kept the argument going for a while. I'm not even sure if Sodapop's question was answered, but hearing them sass at each other is quite entertaining. 

An hour or two went by of beating Dally at poker, witnessing arm wrestles, and pranking Darry with Two-Bit. Eventually they all went home. Darry gave me and Pony a lecture about being caught messing around too much, saying I'm not allowed to sleep in Pony's room without consent from Darry or Sodapop. 

"But Darry, can I sleep in Pony's room tonight?" I begged. Without even taking time to think, he just shook his head, "Sorry kiddo, not tonight. Ponyboy can help you get blankets for the couch if you're sleeping over." Me and Ponyboy bugged him about it until he finally changed his mind. 

"Fine, fine. But no messing around or I'll skin you, ya hear?"

Lights went out, and I slipped into the covers next to Pony. We made small talk and giggled the night away until I peek at the clock. It said 1:00am. 

"Shoot, Pony, we gotta get to bed!"

He nodded and said goodnight in his charming sleepy voice. I turned over to face the wall when I felt slender arms wrap around my waist and Pony rested his head against the back of my neck. I bit my lip trying not to smile and held his hands against my stomach as we both fell asleep.