𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄. ( 𝘫𝘰𝘩𝘯𝘯𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘺 )

You Are My Sunshine // Chapter Five

The rest of the gang got home shortly after I woke up for the second time and instantly I was bombarded with questions if I was okay. It felt nice to be cared for like this since my parents haven't since I was little.

"Johnny, do you need anything," Darry asks for the millionth time.

"I'm fine Darry," I say softly.

"Alright kid, tell me if you need anything," he says.

"I will," I mutter.

Somehow while sleeping, I managed to crawl my way into Ponyboy's lap and rest my head on his chest. I'm still sitting in his lap at the moment, just relaxing with him.

The aching of my body went down a bit, making me feel a bit better than how I was feeling. Ponyboy then pulls out his phone with a grin and shows me his locksreen.

It was a picture of me sleeping and it seems that my hair was all messed up. I blush lightly and look at him curiously, then looking back at his phone.

"How did you get that picture of me," I question him.

"I took it with my phone while you were sleeping on my lap. Two-Bit gave me my phone so I could do it... Would you like to see more of them," he asks, giggling lightly.

"There's more pictures," I ask shyly.

"Yeah, you were too adorable so I took quite a few," he admits.

"I wanna see them," I mumble.

He grins and unlocks his phone, going to the gallery and opening a photo album and styling me the pictures. One of them was from before I was sick, it was Ponyboy and I sitting on a bench and he made me make a goofy face at the camera.

I giggle quietly and we sit there, looking through all of our couple photos. I remembered all of them and I remember the days.

In one, it was Halloween and we were standing and he had his arm around my waist. Soda took the picture and he kept teasing us about our costumes.

Ponyboy laughs lightly and and puts his phone away, resting his head on my shoulder. I grin and smile before coughing lightly.

My stomach starts hurting and I heard it growl, whining at the uncomfortableness I felt at the moment. I didn't feel hungry at all but my stomach kept growling and churning uncomfortably.

"When was the last time you ate Johnny," Ponyboy asks.

"Hmm, I can't really remember," I mutter. "Was... Was it yesterday?"

"I don't remember seeing you ear yesterday. Do you think you can keep anything down," Ponyboy asks.

"Maybe," I say. "I can't even keep water down for long so I don't know..."

"Dally," Ponyboy calls out.

"Yeah kid," Dally asks poking his head out from the kitchen.

"Get Johnny something to eat. Something small because I'm not sure if he'll keep anything down," Ponyboy yells.

"You got it Ponyboy," Dally calls back with a quiet chuckle.

I hear Dally dig through the cupboards and does shut, doing with the fridge and anything else Dally was getting into. A few minutes later Dally came out with a glass of water and a small plate with toast.

"Is this perfect enough for you're little prince," Dally teases.

I felt my face heat up and I knew I was blushing because Dally let out a laugh and set everything by Ponyboy. Ponyboy grins and kisses my cheek lightly.

"Yes it is Dally. Thank you," Ponyboy says.

"No problem kid, now make sure he doesn't eat too fast because he might throw it back up..."

Ponyboy nods and be uses a hand to grab the plate next to him and hands it to me, making sure I don't drop it. Slowly, I pick up a piece and take a small bite, practically nibbling on it

I continue to eat bit by bit, being careful not to eat more than my stomach will allow me to. Finally finishing one piece, my stomach churns slightly and I knew I over did it with just that little bit.

Ponyboy sees this and he takes me out of his lap, sitting me beside him and goes off to grab something. He comes back with a small trash can and sets it doesn't in front of me, using a hand to rub my back lightly.

"It's okay Johnny...," Ponyboy whispers.

My stomach continues to churn more, I knew it wasn't gonna stay down at all... I lift up the trash can and sit it on my lap, shaking my head slightly as I felt it come back up.

"I-i don't wanna p-puke," I whimper out.

"Johnny baby, it'll make you feel better... Just let it," Ponyboy murmurs quietly.

My stomach churns again and it empties what little I ate. A quiet whine escapes my lips and I set the trash can on the floor, laying down carefully.

Ponyboy moves the trash can closer to me and sifts a hand through my hair. He hums quietly and I use a hand to wipe my lips, letting my hand fall back to my side.

"I guess it didn't stay down," Dally says quietly.

"No, it didn't... My poor baby, I hate seeing him so sick," Ponyboy mumbles.

"He'll get better soon Pony, I promise," Dally says.

I feel the couch sink down slightly with more weight and I feel a hand rub my back lightly, in a comforting manner. I sigh and close my eyes, I felt comfortable and happy at the moment, even if I was sick.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine... You make me happy when skies are grey," Ponyboy sings quietly.

I smile lightly and shift so my head was on his thigh, making sure I could hear him sing more. He stopped singing though and I sigh softly.

"Ponyboy, sing more," I mutter out quietly.

He giggles lightly and he hums a bit louder before singing a different song, louder than he previously sang. He leans down and presses a light kiss on my head.

"I love ya Johnnycake..."