𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 ― steveboy

˚ · .[𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞]. · ˚

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All day, no matter how hard I try, all I can think about is Pony, and I can't figure out why. Or maybe, deep down, I know why, but I just can't admit it. I mean, Pony is Sodapop's brother. He is my best friend's brother! And besides, I'm not even into guys like that... 

right?

No, I am not. There's got to be a more explicable reason for why I feel the way I do. This is all I can think about as I walk to my car at lunch. We -- Two, Pony, and I -- always go to the DX during lunch to see Soda. When I arrive at my car though, Two-Bit is nowhere in sight. There's only Pony, who's leaning up against the hood of my car, a weed in his mouth, and a book in hand. The book of poems, by E.E. Cummings. The unfathomable anger that I happened to suppress this morning hits me, as butterflies flutter in my stomach. I bite my lip, reminding myself not to be a dick. 

"Hey, Curtis." I say through clenched teeth, "Got a new poem for me?"

Pony jumps, the cigarette falling from his mouth and to the ground. The only thing that he holds onto is the book. I chuckle, moving closer, leaning up against the hood of my car next to Ponyboy. Pony recovers from his scare, stomping out the weed. "Yeah, I do.", he says, before flipping through the book. 

"Aha!", he says, once he finds the page he was looking for. The minute he starts to read, my anger fades...

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i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

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When Pony finishes, I am again starstruck, and I can't seem to get that poem out of my head. It's weird, because, when I have to memorize something for a test, it just flies right outta my head. Hell, I can't remember the simplest things. It's just... there's something... something about Pony's voice when he reads...

Stop it!, I yell mentally. I know my cheeks are red, and my heart's beating so fast it feels as though it's about to rip through my chest. Pony must notice that something's wrong, because now he does drop the book. 

"Steve! Are you okay?"

I feel dizzy, but I shake the feeling away, and shake off Pony's reassuring touch. 

"Yeah.", I say coolly, "I'm fine. Now, let's go before we're too late."

Pony doesn't argue, just climbs in my car with me. Once we're both situated, I start up my car, letting it warm up a bit before flying out of the school parking lot.