Cigarettes and Sunsets (JohnnyXPonyboy Oneshots)

Lets hear it for the boy!

THIS IS NOT MY STORY!! I got it off of AO3 by orphan_account. It's probably one of my favorite Johnyboy stories and I've been having trouble writing recently so I decided to share this with you.
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My baby, he don't talk sweet

He ain't got much to say

Ponyboy didn't try to rest his head against Johnny's chest, he didn't nuzzle into his shoulder. He didn't giggle wildly, he didn't whisper into his ear, they didn't even hold hands. They just watched, listening to the movie as if there was nothing going on between them. Ponyboy snuck a glance at the rest of the boys, eyes dampening at the sight of his friends and their chicks, doing the things he'd like to do with Johnny, have his boyfriend stroke his hair while murmuring secrets into the strands, something to express themselves. But they were in public, the gang was closely watching. They couldn't risk anything, it was too light outside, too obvious. Johnny's arm stayed by his side carefully, Ponyboy's line of view didn't leave the large screen in front of them. Their knees were touching, and that was enough for the both, at least at that time. Johnny tiled his head towards Ponyboy's, though his eyes never reached his lovers.

"I love you," He whispered, passing it off as a lick of his lips, the gang paying no attention to his quick mouth. Ponyboy's head was shorter than Johnny's, halfway blocked by the back of the seat. He glanced up at the boy, who looked like he hadn't spoken, and leaned in quickly, just enough to brush his lips against Johnny's collar bone, then ducked his head back to the screen, stealing a glance at the oblivious others. His boyfriend nudged his foot and shivered unintentionally, before inching a hand onto Ponyboy's, clenching softly to respond silently. Ponyboy grinned the rest of the movie, even if it was meant to be sad, and Johnny mirrored the expression, a familiar routine to what would happened whenever they ended up around each other.

But he loves me, loves me, loves me

I know that he loves me anyway

Ponyboy ducked his head as he tried to draw attention away from himself, swallowing roughly once he noticed a few Socs eye him dangerously. Speeding up his pace, he fought to get to the safety of the parking lot, where Dally would probably be waiting for him and Johnny, whom he hadn't seen since school officially ended. Alas, his attempts were in vain, as the Socs appeared behind him and took him by the arms, shoving him backwards.

"What are ya doin' here, you do know ya could spread your grease? Everyone step back, or ya'll catch it," The leader cackled manically, sending a shock to his heart, and he swallowed. All of the students snickered along with him, stepping back to get a larger view of the fight.

"Just leave me alone, I wasn't doin' nothin to ya," He pleaded, but they didn't listen, they never did. Instead, they pushed him into the lockers, cheek slamming against cold metal, and one shouldered him in the chest, causing him to fumble back onto the floor. His eyes were fidgeting, searching for someone to save him.

"Lookin' for your boyfriend, Curtis? He ain't here to save ya now," The shortest teased, and jabbed a foot into his side, Ponyboy rolling over to protect his stomach, vision swarming with the enemy, fear collecting in his thoughts. A figure then yanked through the crowd, shoes cracking against the tile, and Ponyboy opened his eyes cautiously to see Johnny standing there with a firm expression, the opposite of what he usually appeared to be after the incident in the lot.

"Get off of him," He growled, voice so low and menacing Ponyboy felt like crawling back into his shell once more, and the Socs stared at him in shock.

"Little Johnny Cade finally got his confidence back, eh? Guess we'll have to fix that again," The leader tried to laugh off his shock, and stepped forward, but Johnny reached him first, pressing theirs face close.