Dying Kiss (Steve Randle x Reader)

Chapter 8

Your P.O.V
I was sitting on the bench near the cemetery, wondering if all of this had just been a dream. I couldn't help but feel like something was destined to happen soon. I pushed the hair out of my face, moving it aside. Mumbling had come from nearby, but I didn't question it too much. All of a sudden, a hand gripped onto my shoulder, but before I could turn around, I was being lifted up by the waist.

Steve's P.O.V
I lifted Y/N up, a smile placed on my face as I swung them over my shoulder. They began screaming, but laughing at the same time. "Steve!" Y/N shouted and began swatting at me. "Calm down! Calm down! I ain't gonna hurt ya." I laughed as Y/N squirmed around and I quickly set them down, seeing a smile wipe across their face. Right away, their arms wrapped around me, motioning me that I was in a hug with Y/N. I shifted their hair around, placing a gentle plump kiss on Y/N's forehead.

"I haven't seen you in... Well, forever!" Y/N nervously laughed, and I could feel tears swelling up in my eyes, forcing my hand up quickly to push them away. "I'm so sorry." Apologizing was the last thing I expected myself to do, but this time, it was the first. I quickly grabbed Y/N by the waist and lifted them up, chuckling. Our laughter seemed to echo around, but stay longer than anything else. With one swipe, I brushed my lips against theirs, placing a firm kiss on their lips before finally setting Y/N down.

Your P.O.V
I felt my heart drop, slowly picking up its place to get back into its formal spot where it was supposed to be. I could even hear it pumping out of my chest, and I quickly grew embarrassed. My face grew red and all Steve did was laugh, putting his hands on my hips and pulling me a bit closer. I expected him to apologize for kissing me, but he didn't seem to even notice that I was waiting to hear it. I soon realized that he wasn't going to apologize, and I knew that it wasn't a mistake. A smile was spread across my face, my cheeks heating up at every action Steve made.

Ponyboy's P.O.V
I felt dead, but alive at the same time. I began pounding on the coffin, little droplets of dirt raining in. I couldn't feel anything anymore, but I still felt alive. Dead. I couldn't be. How could I be dead? It wasn't possible! I'm supposed to be alive, be outside this coffin and on the surface. I'm supposed to be smiling at everybody. I couldn't be dead, it was too young for me to die at 14. I felt a sudden shock and my eyes bursted open. I began coughing, spitting out dirt pieces. I realized just then, I wasn't dead. I looked around, the coffin was all smelly and hot, and dirt pieces were falling in. This was worse than death. Being trapped alive underground. Banging and screaming wouldn't help, I was most likely too far down to be heard, and I knew that I wasn't going to get any help.

I was going to die all over again.
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This chapter might be short, but at least I wrote something for you guys! Again, sorry for the long break, and I really appreciate the people who are actually reading this story. I thought it wouldn't get noticed, but it already has over 100 reads, and I'm quite surprised. I'm not the best author on this planet, but I'm glad people actually read what I write. Thank you to everybody who is reading this story, and I really appreciate it. Bye now! :)