𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 || 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝟐

p.c. ~ cool

Tulsa, Oklahoma. The lot.
Friday, 1965
02:03 a.m.

•••

He couldn't stop crying. Here we are, out on the parking lot. It was dark and cold. Since we were shaking, we had to share a jacket. Luckily, we were able to start a small fire on a pile of slightly wet sticks to keep warm as we stay outside. I keep trying to calm him down but he just won't budge.

"Darry didn't mean to do that, Pone. He got a little carried away." I said, rubbing his back to comfort him further. He kept crying, wiping his tears. "It's alright, he doesn't hate you. He cares a lot about you, it might not look like he does, but he does."

A couple moments pass by and Ponyboy starts to calm down. Still crying and shivering but settling.

"Just take your time and then come back home when you're ready. He'll apologize." I said. "Okay." He mumbled.

"What are you doing out at the lot anyway?" He asked. "I wanted to go the Dairy Queen to get myself a milkshake, then you bumped into me." I said. "What are you doing getting a milkshake at this time?"

I paused for a second, asking myself why I was getting a milkshake at this hour.

"I don't know, I just felt like it. Besides, the DQ opens for 24 hours. Might as well use that time." I said.

There was a small silence. Just the sound of the wood crackling from the fire.

"Getting away from everything feels good." He said. "Yeah it does." I replied, playing with the fire using a stick. "You know I wish I could have a normal family again." He said. "What do you mean?" I asked.

"You know, a normal family. Like normal parents, a normal dog, normal house." He said. "So you didn't have normal parents?" "I did but I miss the feeling." He said. "You didn't have a normal dog?" I asked. "I never had a dog, Y/n." He said.

We laughed a little. "You know, I don't feel like I could be close to you." He whispered. "I mean we're close right now and all..."

"What do you mean close, Pony?" I asked. "Well, I mean close you know. We're not similar. You're more like Dallas, you're tuff and cool. And I'm just some loser bookworm." He said, starting to frown again.

"Everyone's cool in their own ways Pone." I said.

"What do I mean to you?" He asked.

"What do you mean to me? Pony, you're like the closest friend I have."

"That's good, its good to be close friends. It's just that..." He started.

"I feel we could be more than that." He whispers. I look at him, realizing what he means.

"Pony-" "I really like you, Y/n." He said. I looked away from him, feeling a sense of awkwardness run through my body.

"Yeah but we can't be together. I'm Dallas' best friend and for him to know that his best friend is with his other best friend, he might just kill us both." I said. He scoffs.

"It's okay Pone, you're about to start sophomore year and I'll be graduating. You'll find someone far better than me." I said as I put my arm around him. "Jesus, who could be better than you?" He said.

"I know right!" I said as we laugh. "But, seriously. Just like you said. I'm like Dally and I doubt Darry would want a girl like that for you. You deserve someone that's not gonna rob a gas station every week and use the money to get drunk."

"You can say anything that's gonna make me not like you and it wouldn't work." He said, making me chuckle.

"You'll realize it sooner or later bud." I muttered.