Late Nights (Dallyboy)

Chapter 2

Oh man did he fuck up. The only movie that wasn't already playing was a horror film. He could never see the depths of the story and he just couldn't focus because of the feeling in the room. But, because he didn't want to seem wimpy to anyone who was there he saw it any how.

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'I messed up big time', Pony thought holding a blanket around his shoulders.
It was nearly midnight again and every small movement made him on edge. Even his own little fidgets were getting to him, depriving him of sleep.
Pony rubbed his eyes and crept  down the stairs, the living room was lit with a small lamp. It gave the room a golden, warm feeling but did not end the heeby-jeebys.

Pony sighed and tiptoed through the living room, and proceeded to the kitchen.

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A soft click, woke Pony from his daze. He was still in the kitchen, staring at the fridge blankly. He swiftly went to the darkest corner of the room. He hoped that it would suffice as a hiding spot. He saw a figure walk in and they both noticed each other almost immediately.

"Pony?", Dally's voice sounded  frail. Pony guessed it was because he was trying to be quiet.

"You okay, Dal?"

"Yea I'm fine. What are you doing up late again?"

"Couldn't sleep."

Dallas looked him in the eye, "Whys that, man?"

Ponyboy felt heat rise to his cheek again, his heartbeat hastened. He couldn't think of an excuse.

Dally smirked and grabbed a beer from the fridge and walked out to the porch. Pony followed.

"Nice cape", Dally snarked. Planting himself on a chair.

Pony pulled the blanket closer around him. Pulling it over his head, wiggling side to side in a weird dance. Dally snorted, and shook his head. It was a nice wholesome moment, late at night.