「look at the stars」 | Johnnyboy

F i f t e e n .

(Excuse the major text talk throughout messages in the end of this chapter, the 'mystery person' isn't very proper, and Ponyboy is upset so obviously he doesn't care whether he's grammatically correct or not).

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"Johnny?" His voice sounded more meek than it usually did; scared, almost. It was past sunset by now, the dim light of the lamp hitting the curtains and casting faint shadows upon the room.

"Yeah, baby?" He rolled over to face him, eyes searching for him in the dark.

"You think she's gonna be alright? Ang, I mean." He was silent, thinking. The sound of his phone buzzing screeched out, but he ignored it. His head dipped down, body shifting a bit more and a hand combing the strands of hair from his eyes before answering.

"Of course she will. She's strong. It's just a surgery, people have them all the time." He caught hold of his companion's hand, intertwining their fingers and giving it a soft, reassuring squeeze. "We got nothing to worry about, Pony." Quietness engulfed them once more, though this time it wasn't as uncomfortable.

"Things go wrong during these kinds of surgeries all the time, too." He wasn't looking at him - or anything in particular, at that. Instead, his greenish-gray gaze was planted on the snowy linen sheets beneath them. He wasn't covered up, despite how cold it was.

Johnny didn't know what to say because his boyfriend was right. Things did go wrong throughout many serious surgeries, and in all honesty, he wasn't expecting this one to be any different. He couldn't tell him that, though. "Come on, baby, get under the blanket. You're shaking like a leaf." He lifted the covers up, his free hand moving to tug at Ponyboy's shirt sleeve. It was usually warm in Oklahoma, though last minute the weather seemed to change its mind.

"N-no, I'm okay." His teeth chattered slightly, causing the elder boy to glare at him in the dark. Nonetheless, he still pulled away from his grasp.

"No you're not." The glare increased as the words left his lips.

"Yes I am." He insisted stubbornly.

"Ponyboy, get under the fucking blanket."

"No, I don't want to."

"You're going to be miserable if you don't. Stop acting stupid."

"Oh, says the stupid one," he shot back, the words purely fueled by frustration. Did he actually think Johnny was stupid? Absolutely not. Far from it, really.

"Okay." He spoke hard, now, tossing the blanket from his own body and standing.

"What are you doing?"

"Well I know what I'm not doing, and that's sleeping in here with you."

"Come on, Johnny, you know I didn't mean it-"

"Really? Because it sounded like you did."

"But I didn't."

"Then why'd you say it?"

"Because you called me stupid first!"