Ponyboy

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IT WAS A Friday night, you were at the Curtis house watching movies and hanging out with the gang

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IT WAS A Friday night, you were at the Curtis house watching movies and hanging out with the gang. Darry was in the kitchen baking a chocolate cake. Pony was sitting across from you on the couch, you couldn't help but stare at him.

His perfect jawline, his gorgeous greenish-gray eyes, and his brown hair. Pony turned his head in your direction and you quickly looked away, you felt your cheeks flush. Pony had a small smirk on his face when he caught you staring. He's liked you for a while and you also liked him back.

"The cakes ready yall!" Darry yelled from the kitchen, everyone immediately ran to the kitchen to get a piece of cake. You got up making your way to the kitchen and grabbed some cake.

You sat down on the couch and started to look for some movies to watch. Not paying attention to your surroundings, Ponyboy sat next you and laid his arm on the couch, you sat changed your position and pressed your back against the couch.

You immediately felt your body get hot once you realized that Ponyboy was sitting next to you. "Sorry y/n, are you uncomfortable?" Pony asked emphatically. "No it's okay, I'm fine Pony." You quickly replied looking up at him with your doe eyes.

Pony nodded at your words, he couldn't help but get lost in your eyes, they're so beautiful. "Ooooo, what y'all little lovebirds doing?" Two-Bit said, teasing you and Pony as he wiggled his brows. You quickly broke eye contact with Pony and looked away.

Ponyboy blushed in embarrassment, the rest of the gang sat down in the livingroom, the tension between you and Pony was high. Steve and Dally whooped and hollered at Pony, noticing how close you too were. "Yeah get some Pony!" You giggled softly at them both. Pony pulled you closer and you leaned into him. You knew for a fact that your face was red as tomato by now...

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