Drunk love, a sequel - Johnnyboy

Chapter 2

When you wish for something you can't have, it'll make everything worse. Maybe that's the cause of all of this.

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My eyes opened slowly, and I nearly groaned at the sunlight. "Good morning, Johnny." I heard a sweet voice say. I turned my body to the other side and I smiled. "Good morning, Pony." Ponyboy gave me a soft kiss on my nose, and I giggled. "What do you want to do today?" I shrugged. I sat up and stretched my arms. "Um, I don't know." I said, yawning, as Ponyboy sat up, too.

"Well, I have ideas. . ." I turned to look at him, and he was smirking. "Oh yeah, what's that?" He leaned in closer, and I did, too. Our lips met in a soft kiss. Ponyboy's fingers tugged at the back of my hair. I whimpered softly, but he pulled away. "Breakfast?" He smirked, standing up. "You're evil." I said, giggling and standing up as well. He opened the door and we both walked out, silence welcoming us in a warm embrace. It was too quiet for his house, but everyone probably left. Except for Ponyboy and I. We walked into the kitchen, and he immediately grabbed a plate, bread and butter.

He placed the bread in the toaster and waited patiently. "You know," He started, looking at me.

"Sometimes, I genuinely think that Soda and Steve 𝘢𝘳𝘦 meant for each other. I mean, yeah, we joke about it, but they're like us. They'll go anywhere if the other is coming along. You know what I mean?" I nodded, smiling slightly. "Have you talked to Soda about it?" Ponyboy chuckled. "Oh, yeah. Before we started dating, I told Sodapop about how I felt about you. And, he said, 'If it makes you feel any better, I'm in love with Steve.'"

I gasped. "Really?" I almost yelled, but I really couldn't help it. Sodapop and Steve have been best friends for years - I wouldn't be surprised if they were in love with each other. Meanwhile, Pony and I were. I bit my lip and looked at the ceiling. Sometimes, I wish other people were like Pony and I. Not because I want to be recognized, but to know that I'm not alone.

I knew I wasn't alone, though. I had Ponyboy. And Soda. I liked when people understood my feelings - it makes me feel less alone, if you know what I mean.

The toast popped up from the toaster, and he unplugged it from the wall. Ponyboy put the toast on a plate, now spreading butter across it. "Are you okay? You seem quiet." Ponyboy asked, tilting his head to look at me. "I'm great." I smiled.

I stared at Ponyboy for a little while, watching him sway his hips from time to time while spreading butter. I sighed. "So," Ponyboy started. "What do you actually want to do today?" I shrugged, yawning. "Sleep. With you." Ponyboy giggled, placing the plate on the table. "Sit down, baby." He said sweetly, pointing at the chair. I nodded and did as I was told. I was getting real tired, even though we just woke up. Well, I did. I was pretty tired recently - but, all I've been doing is sleeping. Why am I tired?

I felt like I was finally okay. I found a place to 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, to 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. What am I tired for? I pushed my thoughts to the side and picked up the toast, biting a piece off of it. It was really crunchy, but good, nonetheless. Ponyboy sat at the opposite side from me and watched me eat. "What?" I asked, giggling. "Nothing, you're just cute." I rolled my eyes and kept eating. When I was finished, we just sat in silence. Until he spoke up.

"I've been having. . . 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 nightmares, again." I looked up at him. "What?" I demanded. "This time I remember. It was someone. . dying? I think, but I don't remember who." I bit my lip, feeling my hands shake. "You know, everything's been perfect recently, maybe 𝘵𝘰𝘰 perfect. I don't want that taken away." He spoke my own feelings.

Maybe that's why I was so tired - worrying about nothing. But, nothing is something. So, what 𝘸𝘢𝘴 I worrying about? Was it the same as Ponyboy's response? Losing someone? No, that's impossible. We're all healthy, and away from the Socs. We're okay. Why did we worry about nothing?

We always have at least 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 to be worried about. Maybe we we're worried because we didn't have 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 to worry about. I sound crazy, it's probably just overthinking. No one's going to die.

I hope.

"Anyway, you want to go rest?" He blurted out, standing up from his chair. "Did you tell Darry?" Ponyboy went silent. It was too quiet. It scared me. Why was I feeling so nervous? So anxious? "No. I can't, he'll bring me to the doctors again." I huffed. "You 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 to tell someone," I rolled my eyes, standing up. "I told you, isn't that enough?" He sounded bitter  - mad, almost. I kept quiet and bit my lip, following him into the bedroom.

"Look, I'm sorry, Johnny. C'mere," He closed the bedroom door and reached his arms out for a hug. I had no choice but to hug him back. That sounded like I didn't want too - I really wanted to, actually. He was a great hugger. He was rubbing my back and sighing. We stayed like that for a bit.

Sometimes I wish we could go back to what it was before - I mean, when we 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 started dating. Maybe not then, but something didn't feel right about what he said earlier. He sounded so serious, it scared me. Those words chased me around like killer clowns. Maybe I'm being dramatic, I don't know. But, what I do know, is that something 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 happen, and there is no way to stop it.

We had no choice, but to be ready for what was about to come to us.