𝐍𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋. ( 𝘫𝘰𝘩𝘯𝘯𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘺 )

No Fun Being Royal // Chapter Nine

Status: Edited

// Johnny's Pov //

I woke up slowly, sitting up with a whine and rubbed my eyes. Ponyboy was nowhere in sight so I imagined that he was out doing something. All of the sudden, yelling came from one of the rooms, it sounded like the room next to mine. One of the voices was Ponyboy but the other one I didn't know who it was. I know I shouldn't listen to them but I did anyway.

"Michael! As I have told you many times now, I do not care what your opinion on this is! It is my choice to do this and it will happen," a man yelled.

"No, I already told you that I didn't want to be married to some girl I didn't know! All those other girls just want my money and I'm not marrying just for a girl I do not know to get money," Ponyboy yelled.

It hurt when he mentioned being married to a girl, it felt like my body wanted to stop working. Over the time I've been staying here, I managed to like him. . . a lot. It's not right to like him but I can't help it at all, it really isn't my fault. I mean how can I not like him, he's like a Greek God. He looks like one in my opinion but I bet only few people would say that about him.

I know he has a point about not wanting to be married to a girl like the ones whoever is offering. If I were a prince I wouldn't want to be married to a girl who only wants my money, I'd want to marry for someone I actually cared about and loved. Love doesn't work by how much money the other has, it's about actual feelings.

(A/n: Although in some cases people do only marry for money. . . I personally don't agree with the idea but everyone has their own opinions on different topics)

"Michael! Quit arguing with me over this, you are not going to win! I am your father and you do as I tell you! This argument is over. . . And by the way, the big party will be held this weekend. If you do not pick a girl to marry, I will. . .," his dad said.

"Sometimes. . . I hate you," ponyboy stated calmly.

I heard the door slam close and heavy footsteps in the hallway. The door to the room opened and Ponyboy stood there, red faced with a sad expression. He came and sat on the edge of the bed sighing softly. I looked at him and sniffed, my damn nose was running again and it's so annoying. He looked at me and smiled a bit, grabbing a bottle off of the stand next to the bed.

"Want some more of that cold medicine, it has been long enough to where you could take more," he states.

"Sure I guess, even though medicine and I have never been friends," I said playfully glaring at the medicine bottle.

"Alright, I'll get you some more water and then you can take it," he said standing up and walking to the bathroom.

He came back a few minutes later with a glass and handed it to me. I took it as he poured out the medicine into the mini cup and gave that to me. I scrunched up my nose as I took it, instantly wanting to spit it out. Quickly, I took a drink of the water and most of the taste went away, still leaving small traces of it on my tongue. Cherry was one of the tastes I couldn't stand, especially if it's in medicine.

(A/n: Same though Johnny)

He giggled at my facial expressions and shook his head slightly. I pouted slightly and looked at him and smiled. He was the nicest person I knew and the fact that he's​ taking care of me feels nice, he cares. It's better than how my parents cared for me, all they did was fight and hit me. . . I guess in a way it was worth it because it lead me here and I met Ponyboy. I smiled to myself and shook my head, I was happy.

"Johnny? What are you thinking about," Ponyboy asked softly.

"You," I replied mindlessly​ without thinking.

"W-what," he asked.

"I-i uh, I-i mean... Y-you. . .," I said shamefully as I put my head down, my face burning.

"Why are you thinking about me," he asks softly, I can feel his eyes on me.

"B-because. . . b-because I like you," I reply nervously.

"I like you too Johnny," he says giggling.

"Not like I like you," I said looking up to meet his eyes. "I don't think you understand what I mean."

"H-how do you mean it then," he asks tilting his head.

"I-i. . . I mean it like. . .," I said sighing. I couldn't finish my sentence without my mind freaking out. "C-cause I just show you what I mean," I asked softly.

"S-sure. . . Go ahead," he replied.

"Okay. . . Close your eyes please," I say.

"Why?"

"Just do it please," I say.

"F-fine. . ."

He closed his eyes tightly and I nodded quietly. I knew what I was going to do but I do not think it is a very good idea, he's probably going to throw me out or have me arrested. Taking a shaky, deep breath I move closer to him and put one of my hands on his cheek. I felt him fidget slight and his face turned a bright shade of red. I leaned in and pressed my lips against his softly.

// Authors Note //

Chapter is dedicated to greaserbabes staygoldcorey addict_with_passion who wanted me to update this! Sorry it took so long but I hope you enjoyed this anyway. I'll see you all soon.

Till then,

~ Stay Gold