Drunk love, a sequel - Johnnyboy

Chapter 10

I was walking down an alley while sobbing, but It was easy to cover because of the rain pouring down onto my jet black hair and tan skin, making it look like I'm not even crying. I looked around, seeing how dark it got and how little of people there were out here. I felt like I was about to be attacked, but my instincts were wrong.

"Johnny!" I heard someone's voice crack sadly. I turned around, squinting my eyes to catch a glimpse of who it is. "Pony?" I whispered, backing up.

He ran up to me and broke down sobbing. God, I felt so bad. "What's wrong?" I spoke softly. "I'm so sorry for what I did to you. Please, I don't know what's going on with me. Please, I beg you, never forgive me. Move on. I just. . . felt like I had to apologize."

I frowned, seeing how sad and lonely he was in the state I left him in. He got on his knees and sobbed a little more quietly. "Pony, I love you. . . but, I can't be with someone who's abusive. Then, again, I can't leave you. . ." I was freaking out. I didn't know what to do. "You don't have to stay with me." He sounded desperate but serious. "No, no. . . I want to make this work." He looked up and tilted his head. ". . .Why?" He spoke softly, standing up and wiping his tears. "I hurt you, Johnny. What kind of guy would do that?" My dad, I thought. I would've said that if the situation we were in wasn't so serious. "I still love you. You could kill someone, and I'd still be in love with you."

He chuckled. "That's your job of killing, not mine." I have to admit, that was funny, so, I let out a small giggle. "Let's talk about this, okay? What exactly are we going to work on?"

He thought for a minute. "Um, my attitude." It almost sounded like a question, but I nodded nonetheless. "I guess. But, please, even if I want to be with you. . . promise you'll work on yourself, too?" He nodded and looked down. I lifted my arms and pulled him into a tight, loving hug. "I'm sorry, Pony." I whispered. I full on broke out sobbing.

We stayed like that for a minute or two, until I realized how late it was. "Ponyboy, shouldn't you be heading back home?" I spoke softly, pulling away from the hug. "Yeah, let's go." He grabbed my hand and pulled me to his side. I looked at him, and then we started walking back. If I'm honest, I don't even know how he found me out here. I guess we're just meant to be.

I wish we weren't.

I hate being in love with Ponyboy.

I was taken out of my thoughts as we reached his house. "Do they know that you came to look for me?" I spoke quietly. "Oh, yeah. I was like. . . sobbing when I told them what happened. Dally punched my stomach. I guess I deserved it," He laughed nervously. I gulped as he opened the door. I was immediately greeted by Dally and Two-bit. "Hey, kid. You feelin' alright?" Dally spoke softly, tilting his head slightly. "Yeah, I'm good." I said, looking over at Ponyboy. He had such a look of guilt in his eyes, I could have bawled. "Good. Did he apologize?" Ponyboy groaned. "Shut up," He said, rolling his eyes and walking to his room. I closed the door and nodded.

"Yeah, he did. I did, too. Just. . . leave him alone, okay?" Dally sighed but nodded. I started walking to Ponyboy's, but Darry stopped me and pulled me to the side. "Tell me if he does that again, you hear?" He harshly whispered. I gulped and nodded nervously. "Does it still hurt?" I shook my head no. "No, it only lasted a minute." I added a weak chuckle at the end. "Oh, okay."

I went to Ponyboy's room and shut the door. "So," I started, but Ponyboy wanted to say something. "Are we still. . . broken up?" I almost gasped at those words. I had forgotten that I wanted to break up with him. "I mean, I don't want to be. Do you want to be?" I didn't want to force him with me, that's just cruel - plus, I'm sure he'd like a choice. "No. I want to be with you."

I smiled and sat down next to him on the bed. "Good, so it's settled. We're together, again." He chuckled and threw an arm around my shoulder. I flinched slightly. "I'm sorry." He whispered. "It's okay, I've been through worse." He bit his lip and continued to be silent. I knew he was sorry - partially because he's stubborn, so he wouldn't of come after me, and partially because he didn't mean to. He's in such a bad state, but I will continue to love him no matter what.

That's the thing.

That's why I hate being in love with Pony.

He could do the most horrendous thing to an animal, or a human, and I'd still love him.

He might be stubborn, bitter, angry, moody, agressive, but he's better than this. I know it. I knew that this wasn't the real him, that this was only because of the death of Sodapop.

He would never hit me on purpose.

But maybe he did?

Like I said earlier, it is partially my fault because Sodapop died. So maybe he just wanted to let his anger out on me.

I kissed Ponyboy's forehead and sighed.
"I love you." I whispered, and he smiled. "I love you more, I swear." I smiled back and giggled. "I'm very glad to hear that." I kissed his neck and we both layed down on our backs. I went back to thinking. . .

Maybe he didn't mean to hit me.

What is going on with me? Why am I thinking this way? Is this how real love is? If so. . .

Love is dangerous.