"I'm not lazy." - Chpt. 8

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2nd Person PoV

You woke up in a dimly lit room. Pony's room. The sun peeked through the shades enough to catch your attention. You sighed and traced the arm wrapped around you. Pony had wiggled his way over to you overnight, resulting in something close to spooning. You turned over slowly to face him, but careful not to wake him.

'He's beautiful.'

Observing Pony in the mornings was becoming a need. His most fragile moments spent with you by his side. You buried your head into his chest. He stirred, moving his arm to get a better grip on you, and pulling you in closer. At that moment, you'd decided that you needed to sleep wherever he did. It was too good to go without, even if that meant cramming onto the tiny couch. He obviously didn't mind it. You yawned and sensed it was early enough to go back to bed, so that's exactly what you did.

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*smack*

"What the fuck?" You opened your eyes but your view was blocked by the fabric of a pillowcase. You pushed it aside to see the culprit.

"Darry's makin' breakfast, need I say more?" Sodapop laughed.

"Yes. Why couldn't you have woken us up like a normal person?" Ponyboy asked, also risen from the feeling of getting a pillow to the face.

"Maybe next time!" Soda left the room with a devilish look on his face.

"Gosh, he's too much." You spoke groggily. You started rubbing your eyes, trying to rid them of fatigue.

"Oh, trust me. I know." Pony sat up with a scrunched face. His hair laid messily atop his head. It never failed to give you butterflies. You didn't have the strength to get up, so you attempted to roll to the side. A pretty easy maneuver with simple execution. This resulted in you misplacing your leg and going flying onto the floor. You faceplanted and just laid there.

"Clumsier than a horse with 3 legs." Pony said as he peered down at you.

"Be quiet." You shut your eyes, ready to call it a day when it hadn't even begun. Ponyboy got out of bed, walked over, and plopped down next to you.

"Get up (Y/n). That's where Soda threw up a couple weeks ago." You shrugged. He grabbed you by the hand, attempting to pull you up. When you refused, he resorted to dragging you across the floor - into the livingroom. Soda and Darry shot him looks of concern as he passed.

"She's so lazy." He groaned.

"No I'm not." You answered, still face down on the floor. You heard footsteps and were suddenly hoisted into the air. Soda held you up like you were Simba and Rafiki.

"(Y/n) I'm about to toss you on the couch, unless you decide to stand up. Your decision." He said with a frown.

"Couch." You replied. He tossed you into the air as if you weighed nothing. You hit the couch, bounced, and landed on the ground once again.

"Fuck." This time hurt more than the last. You placed your hands on your head, but still didn't budge.

"Leave'er." Pony croaked. You remained there for a good 15 minutes while the boys hovered around the stove.

"Breakfast's ready (Y/n)." Darry called out to you. You rose almost immediately. The food summoned you to the kitchen.

"That's what worked? Seriously?" Ponyboy rubbed his temples, trying to wrap his head around your complexities. You nodded and started humming. You hadn't gotten to taste Darry's cooking. Boy, were you excited. Darry handed you a plate. It consisted of bacon, eggs, and a single pancake. They looked absolutely delicious.

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