Ti Amo da Lontano // Johnnyboy

Chapter Fourteen // Crema

Johnny and I both pulled away from the kiss. We gazed into each other's eyes. 

Johnny's eyes seemed to be glowing, and they looked soft. He looked so gentle, almost angelic in a way.

I felt Johnny's hand stroke my cheek. 

"Was your first kiss bene?" he whispered softly. He moved a piece of my hair out of my face. 

I thought back to a few seconds ago, and how the kiss felt. It was soft and gentle, and our lips seemed to move together in sync. 

I could swear that I even felt something like fireworks. 

"..Ponyboy?" he asked, nervously. 

Instead of answering his question, I did something else. 

I leaned in, and kissed him again. 

-

Johnny was standing by the microwave, waiting for our drinks to be finished. He was wearing a baggy, light blue sweatshirt, and his boxers. He was also wearing black socks that ended at the top of his calves, along with his over sized glasses.

Johnny's hair was also curling in several directions. He had really pretty, dark black curls. I wanted to tug at them.

As of right now, I was wearing a pair of light grey joggers, with a tight black t - shirt. A few pieces of my hair was in my eyes.

I didn't look nearly as good as him, though. 

I was taken out of my thoughts when Johnny walked over to me with two cups of hot chocolate in his hands. 

"Here, bambino. Drink," he stated sweetly. He handed me the drink. There was whip cream on top.

"Thank you," I replied, taking the drink from him. 

I put the cup to my lips, and took a sip of the warm liquid. When it hit my lips, I couldn't help but react. 

"Mm, that's really good!" I exclaimed. Johnny giggled. 

"Il mio amore, you have some crema on your nose!" he said. 

I reached out to wipe the cream off, but Johnny grabbed my hand. Instead, he leaned in close to me, and kissed the tip of my nose. 

"Thank you," I said, shyly. I felt my cheeks go pink. 

"Anything for you, miele," he replied. He also winked, making my cheeks turn even redder. 

I stood up, and wrapped my arms around him. 

-

Johnny and I were laying on his bed, watching some television. The program wasn't in English, but every now and then I would catch some of the words.

Johnny was watching the screen with immense interest. Every now and then he would giggle, gasp in surprise, or tear up. His reactions could sometimes be hilarious and over exaggerated. 

I felt lucky that I decided to choose him. 

Right now, I was lying on Johnny's chest. Every now and then, he would run his fingers through my hair, lightly tugging at the strands. One of his arms were wrapped around me, while the other one was gripping my hand. 

I knew that he didn't love me, but I couldn't help but feel love for him. 

Johnny giggled at something on the television. 

"Johnny?" I asked. He took his eyes off of the screen, and then looked down at me. 

"What is it?" he replied, gazing at me. I think that was the first time I had ever heard him utter a sentence without using an Italian word or phrase. 

"Do you ever miss Italy?" I questioned. Johnny sighed. 

"Si. I miss it more and more ogni giorno," he mumbled. He gripped my hand a little bit tighter. 

"Oh. What was it like?" I asked. I could feel Johnny's heart beat. 

"Italia is amazing. I knew everyone on my block, and everyone was simpatico. Also, there were plants everywhere, and the sun would always shine. I miss it," he stated. He glanced to the side. 

"Will you ever go back?" I whispered. Johnny nodded. 

"One day, Ponyboy. Un giorno," he said. 

Instead of replying, I kissed him. 

I kissed him hard. 

When we pulled away, I began to think..