Drunk love, a sequel - Johnnyboy

Chapter 13

(TW: ABUSE)

Why was I mad? He's beautiful.

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That's when I woke up.

When I realized Ponyboy wasn't dead. But I also realized that I did harm myself, and I did get drunk (thanks to my hangover.)

I looked around and saw Ponyboy standing over me. "Are you okay? You were just screaming in your sleep!" I shrugged and sat up, holding my head in my hands. "I had a bad dream." I said, nonchalantly. I groaned, angry about how bad my headache was. "Are you hurt?" He said, pointing to my head, then my wrists. I almost gasped when I looked at my arms.

God, how bad was I?

"How long was I asleep for?" Ponyboy shrugged. "I mean, when I got home you were passed out for at least fifteen hours." I shook my head. "I wasn't doing so good. How are your. . . wrists?" I asked, awkwardly. "They're better. Dally's worried about you." He said, looking away and sitting down next to where I was. "Where is he?" I asked, licking my dried lips. "I don't know." I nodded and sighed. We sat in silence for a while.

"Are we okay?" He asked, randomly. I furrowed my eyebrows. "Why wouldn't we be?" He shrugged, looking over at me. "I mean, you're literally experiencing a hangover and you. . . did that to yourself." I groaned, getting angry. "I'm fine. My mental state doesn't make a difference in our relationship." He looked at me with sympathy. "But, it does. It makes a pretty big difference, Johnny. I need to-" I cut him off, getting impatient. "Stop worrying about me. That was yesterday, leave it alone." I said, starting to yell. "Well, what if you do it again?"

"You're too worried about the future and past to focus on the present, you know that?"

He stayed silent, looking at his feet. I stood up and walked away, grunting after every move I make. My head hurt and my legs were tired, my arms stung and my heart ached. I realized then that I was hurting Ponyboy. Not physically, but mentally. I walked back to him, only to see him cry.

"Pony. . ." I whispered, sitting down next to him. I threw my arm around his shoulders for comfort. "I don't get it Johnny. Why are we like this?" He spoke my own thoughts. "What's that supposed to mean?" I said, tilting my head. He pulled away slightly and looked at me. "We're. . . first of all, we're gay. And second of all, we hurt ourselves to feel something. That's just messed up!" He yelled, standing up. "I'm sorry that I want to get away from everything." I said, with such sassiness. "What is your problem?" He said, looking at me with such a look of hatred. "𝘔𝘺 problem? Look at you!"

I could tell that Darry was watching us. Partially because of his heavy breathing and partially because I knew he just came out of the shower. And maybe we were being loud. "I'm sorry that my favorite person died and I'm upset about it. What do you want me to do? Throw a party?!" He said, pointing to himself.  I huffed. "You're insane." Ponyboy rolled his eyes.

"You are too, and I'm still somehow in love with you." He said, his voice sounding more calm. I looked down at the ground and sighed. "Why? You're just going to leave me anyway." I said, scoffing. "I don't know why you don't accept love, but it's not going to get you anywhere." That's when I pushed him. He stumbled onto the ground and then stood up, pushing me back. "Asshole," I whispered, before smacking him. He smacked me back, but before I said anything, he pulled my face closer and crashed our lips together.

In that moment, I knew what we both needed: love. I kissed him back and pulled away quickly. I looked back at Darry, and he had such a look of amusement on his face. I smirked and dragged Ponyboy into the bedroom. "I love you so 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 much, you asshole." I whispered into his ear, giggling. Ponyboy rolled his eyes. "I'm not that much of an asshole, am I?" Johnny looked down for a moment. "You're a jerk, then."

Ponyboy put a hand up to his chest and gasped. "You think I'm a jerk? Wow, Johnnycake, that's mean." I rolled my eyes and jumped on the bed. "You're mean."

We ended that night with silly jokes and loving words. It was nice.