𝐍𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋. ( 𝘫𝘰𝘩𝘯𝘯𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘺 )

No Fun Being Royal // Chapter Twelve

// Ponyboy's Pov //

I haven't even been at the actual dance for five minutes and I'm already feeling uncomfortable. I have girls staring at me as if I were food or something.

It's creepy in my opinion but I can't say anything or dad will throw a hissy fit and yell at me. I really don't want him yelling at me right now.

"Michael," someone yells and I instantly know who it is. I turn around and there my dad stands, a slight smirk on his face. He had his hands held together in front of him. "Have your eyes on any girl," he asks.

I looked around the room and my eyes met with Johnny's. He was standing on the other side of the room awkwardly, I knew​ he didn't want to even be here.

"Not at all sir, not at all," I replied looking at him.

"Then why were you looking over in he corner?"

"I was looking around," I said with a shrug and looked back over at Johnny.

He must have saw who I was looking at because I felt a tight grip on my arm. My head instantly turned to him.

"You were looking at the boy. . . Weren't you," he asks angrily.

"And what if I was," I replied.

"I did not raise my child to be. . . To be some fag," he said, his voice steadily raising in volume. "I raised my children to like girls!"

"Maybe I don't wanna marry a girl!"

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying I don't like girls like that!"

"Get out, now and don't think of coming back!"

The music that was once playing instantly stopped and I felt all eyes on me. I groaned and shook my head, running up to my room.

I could hear everyone downstairs talking, it wasn't loud but you could still hear it. It bothered me so much but I can't worry about it now, I have to leave.

I heard the door from behind me open quietly and I turned around. Johnny stood there quietly and looked at me.

I moved forward and pulled him into a soft hug, him burying his face into my neck. I kissed the top of his head softly and pulled away from him slightly.

"I-i have to leave Johnny," I said quietly.

"Not without me you aren't. . . I'm going with you, no matter where ​you go," he says kissing my cheek.

"Good because I think I would die if I didn't have you," I said with a giggle as I felt my ears heat up.

Johnny pulled away from me completely and walked over to my closet. He grabbed out a bag and brought it over to me and unzipped it.

"Put as much stuff as you can fit into this," he said taking a seat on the bed.

I nodded slightly and went and packed a bunch clothes and other things I would need. Quickly, I bent down and reached under my bed, pulling out a small box.

"What's that," Johnny asked giving me a weird look.

"Around one thousand dollars," I said stuffing the box into my bag.

"How in the world did you manage to get that much money," he asked with his eyes wide.

"I never spent my allowance money," I said with a shrug. "I didn't even need the money so I just started it away just in case something happened. . . Today was the day I guess."

"Yeah, I guess so," he said.

I didn't want to leave my home, no matter how much I hated it here sometimes, I didn't want to leave. Johnny got up from his spot on the bed and hugged me tightly, kissing my forehead softly.

"It's time to go. . ."