I'll Give You The Sunset (Johnnyboy Story) 🌄

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JOHNNY'S POV

The day I realized I was in love with Ponyboy was around 1965 in Tulsa, Oklahoma. We were at a train station, after getting some quick advice following our murder with a Soc. I was scared as we stood there. Ponyboy was walking in front of me, the night was dead silent. Small noises I could barely hear were his footsteps and small crickets jumping around. His fresh hair was blowing in the wind, then I suddenly forgot what we were doing. I got pushed onto the railroad car, Pony yelling "Get on!" While his arms went on the bottom, helping him up inside.

We were both panting, holding our chests. Moments like this really showed he was a track runner. With a smile, I tilted my head and looked at him. "It's been a long night, Johnny." He said, scooting closer to me. The engine rumbled and I could hear it slowly staring. The wheels start moving at a relaxing speed, making me lean my head against the back of the train.

"You cold?" He muttered, adjusting his jacket, gazing back at me. "Mmm. Somewhat. But... But I'll be fine. Don't worry." I assured, closing my eyes, my tensing body loosening up when I felt the vibrations that were bound to get me asleep. Chuckling, he closed his eyes too. The only light I could see was in a tiny window off to the side, with the light blue moonlight beaming off of it, reflecting and glowing on both of our faces.

I didn't notice it, but I'd been staring for a while now, I smiled to myself, looking away, shaking my head trying to fall back asleep. His face was still in my mind. I began to fall into slumber's grasp.

10:30AM

I yawn softly, rose from my sleep and squinted my eyes, annoyed by the sudden sunlight. Looking back down at Ponyboy, I saw that he was still sleeping, and butterflies flew in my stomach. But I don't know if they were butterflies. This is weird. I never felt this warm near Ponyboy before.

"Ponyboy." Shaking him gently, I whispered his name a few times, trying to wake him up. People say his name is weird, but I like it. It rolls off the tongue easily and genuinely fits him. Hmm, I wonder why I'm saying all these things. I turned my focus back onto walking him up, leaning in a bit closer and shook him harder.

"Huh? Mmm, What's going on?" He grumbled, his eyes widening, shocked by the whiplash of being jerked awake. "Mornin'." I giggled like a dork, reluctantly getting off of him. He rolled his eyes, slowly getting up himself. I watched him closely.

"Gosh, it's so damn bright." He whined, turning his head from the wide opening that blinded both of us. I quickly hopped off the train, Pony following with me, I covered my eyes, getting a good look at the area and still protecting myself from sunlight.

"Sometimes I wish I could take the sun and lock it off in a small box, so it isn't that blinding." I blurted out, shrugging. I always had tendencies to say random things around the gang, especially around Pony. "So you could keep it as a gift, give it to some girl you like, wouldn't that be nice." He crossed his arms, gazing at the sky, and I quickly joined him. Thinking about his phrase for a minute, that wouldn't be a bad idea, but I had no girls in mind, surprisingly.

The gang always had been hitting on girls, telling us about their failed attempts at flirting (Cough cough, Dally). I understood the feeling, I just, well, never experienced it. Whenever a girl admitted her feelings to me, I always felt insulted or intimidated.

I hid my arms behind my back, still deeply in thought. If I'd better give the sun to anybody, it must be Ponyboy. He feels like a personification of the sun, with his brave attitude. A lot of the time I wish I could be like him, feeling what it's like to live life as a Curtis. Sitting there in my low self esteem, Pony turned his head, giving a concerned look.

"What, you don't have any girls in mind? Don't worry, I ain't judging you." He chuckled softly, placing his hand on my shoulder, his hands were quite warm, and rough, for that matter. "Not about that, Pony." Muttering, I let my head fall down, refusing to talk and only giving vague answers.