Dying Kiss (Steve Randle x Reader)

Chapter 5

This might be a short chapter for some of you viewers out there, but I'll make a longer one tomorrow! And if I don't even make one, then you all can slap me. -Peelings of Oranges (Me)

Also, when I say "T/N" that means "Their Name". I'm really only using that once in this whole chapter soooo... Yeah. -Also Peelings of Oranges (Again, Me)
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Ponyboy's P.O.V
I couldn't move, everything was blurry, and my vision was now tinted with blood. I wanted to just say that I was fine, and I was truly was, but I muted myself, letting the others speak over my tiny whispers.

Johnny looked at me, squatting down and staring me in the eye. He gave me the most promising looks ever, and I couldn't help but leak a smile, not an ear to ear one though. He had actually managed to lift me up earlier, and now he looked like he was the one in pain. His whole body seemed like it was tensing up a bit.

We didn't get much time to look at each other. Darry had already picked me up and was out the door. He really had nothing to drive me in, so Steve offered him his car, and off we went. Johnny was sitting beside me, and Darry and Soda were in the front. Steve would've come with, but he said that he needed to calm down a little more.

Making it to the hospital, I wasn't feeling the best, and my stomach was gathering up all my food I ate earlier, planning a vomit project for me. We made it into the hospital, and I was immediately hoisted up into a bed, and off I went down the little hall, Johnny and Soda following my small bed.

Darry stayed back, giving the wall a good stare, and before I left, I heard him mutter words to himself. I was already out of the bed and onto another. The nurses were politely asking Soda and Johnny to leave the room, but they kept refusing to. This is all my fault. I'm just a wimp.

Johnny's P.O.V
The nurses pushed both Soda and I out of the room, and there we were, sitting down in the hallway. Soda had his head in his knees, and I was just staring at the door. Poor Ponyboy. What did you ever do to deserve this? I regretted not protecting him better, saying that I was the one to blame for all of this.

"Blame the Socs." Soda quietly said, bunching up his dirty hands into fists. "Why the Socs?" Before Soda could answer, the nurse came out, respectfully letting us in, but only for a few minutes.

Soda got to his feet quicker than I did, and in the blink of an eye, he was already in the room, standing beside Pony. I felt my heart drop once I entered the room, and I couldn't stand to look at Pony like this. So bloody and bruised up that he looked like a thin piece of grass, and ladybugs were just surrounding him. I couldn't even understand what I was thinking anymore.

Soda actually let me have some alone time with Ponyboy, especially since I witnessed the whole thing happen. Kneeling down beside Pony, I have him a good stare, and he actually managed to smile at me. I had to smile back, or I would've just came off as plain rude.

The nurses kept on checking in on us, and telling me that I need to hurry up and finish the little "talk" session we were having. Before I had to leave, I couldn't help but just give Ponyboy a little kiss to the forehead. If he turned out dead after all of this, I might as well just kiss him now anyways.

His ears reddened, but he still smiled. "You're gonna be okay." I grinned and walked out, my hands immediately shooting to my pockets. Soda came up next to me, and we both walked back to Darry who was covering his face with his hands, then sliding them down, wiping all the sweat off of him.

Your P.O.V
I looked out my bedroom window, seeing a reflection of my own face on it. Smiling, I set my pencil down and brung my hand up to the window, writing words and phrases on it.

The word that kept popping up in my mind was "Steve". I realized that that was all I was writing. Steve. Why couldn't I stop thinking about him? We were just friends anyways, and I didn't want to make anything awkward between us.

I could feel a vibration under my chest and I sat up, picking up my phone. It was a text from my best friend, T/N. I quickly poked at the keyboard, sending the message to them and setting my phone down.

T/N texted me again, and the buzzing was louder than before since it wasn't being trapped by my chest. Text Message From T/N: You've been texting me about this "Steve" guy, who is he? Text Opened.

I typed at the speed of lightning, trying my best to make any errors. "Well, he's just a friend of mine." Right away, I received another text, and my stomach began to churn. Text Message From T/N: Oooh. Do you like him? *Winky Face*" Text Opened. I couldn't stand it when people asked if I had liked anyone, and I always would reply with a loud and hard "No.", but I couldn't resist sending a yes.

Before checking the next text I got from T/N, I set my phone down, hopping off the bed. I didn't really want to talk about Steve to other people, but I must've convinced myself to at least say something about him. Idiot.
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This was actually a pretty fun chapter to make, and I hope all of you like it. I know it's short, but I'm quite tired, and need some sleep. Remember, longer chapter tomorrow, no doubt about it! Bye!