This Greaser's Got My Heart

Finally

When we got to the church, my feet were aching somethin' awful. I sigh deeply as I plopdown on the floor of the church, not caring about all the dust and cobwebs that were layered on it thickly. I did notice how rock hard it was though. I groan as I lay back on it, but it still somehow felt good. Johnny and Ponyboy took seats on either side of me.

"D'we get ta sleep anymore yet?" I look over at Johnny, but Ponboy speaks up.

"Yeah, remember what Dal said? He said we could sleep when we got here but 's soon as we wake up, we gotta go to the town and get enough food to last us until somebody comes to tell us it's all okay." As soon as he finishes talkin' I shut my eyes, practically melting into the floor. We'd slept on the train, but even this floor was more comfortable than that.

I rolled over to get comfortable and as I did, I could feel Ponyboy scoot closer to me. I open my eyes, but as soon as I do, his shut too. I smile to myself and sit there, giddy, when I fall asleep. Even if I never act on it, it's nice knowin' somebody cares about me.

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I wake up and as soon as I open my eyes I sit straight up, nearly knocking Pony out. I push my hair from my face, looking around temporarily confused. "What are ya doing?" Ponyboy groans and I look down to see one of his arms was behind me and as close as he was, there's no way I wasn't in his arms.

"I-uh." I blush and turn away from him so he doesn't see. "Just a little lost at first." I rub my hands over my arms, it wasn't as cold as last night, but there was definitely a nip in the air inside the old church, given that windows were busted and nothin' was really helping to keep any kind of heat it.

I look over at Ponyboy as he sits up beside me, "I'm sorry I was actin' kinda mean towards ya' before." He looks at that floor shyly, rubbing his eyes. The grease in his hair is makin' it stick up in nearly hundreds of different directions it seemed like.

I shrug, "It's okay. I can't blame ya' I guess." His eyes look up, meeting mine dead on and I feel mine widen 'cause I suddenly wasn't feelin' very cold anymore.

"Wha'd'you mean?" He rubs his lips together, wiping them on his hands as he stares awkwardly at me. 

"I--well, I was talkin' ta Johnny and everyone else and I..." As I fumble for words, looking at anything but Ponyboy's face, I look up to see him leaning a bit closer to me. I shift, propping myself up with my arms as I lean forward, too. 

I wasn't sure what I was doing, I told myself that I wouldn't acknowledge Ponyboy in a romantic way, or 'least if I did,  I would keep it all on my head. I threw all those notions out the church windows when his lips touched mine.

It was uncomfortable at first, neither of us knowing what to do, but he put his arms around my waist, pulling me closer and automatically my arms went around him, encircling his neck as our lips slowly move against one another's.

We stop and hover near each other for several moments. I chew on my lip, breathing hard just as he was. It felt like time had completely stopped until we parted, still holding on to one another. "Ponyboy, I...I don't think you should-" His lips collide with mine stopping me in the middle of my sentence.

He speaks soft, in a whisper. "You're different, Andy. And I think, I think you're here to stay. I feel it, I feel somethin' different about you." 

Before I have any time to interject, we both jump back, hearing the old church door slam. Johnny gives us a warm smile as he starts to sit down the large paper bags he was struggling with. He turns and aims a knowing look at me and I shrug my shoulders, shaking my head at him before standing up, ready to see what he got to keep us occupied.