「firefly」 | The Outsiders

Be My Heaven [Johnny × Fem!OC]

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Requested by: Sofialovepink173. I hope you like it! I'm so, so sorry for the delay, things have been CRAZY and sickness decided to hit me last minute the other day. Anyway, I had so much more (that didn't turn out right) planned for this and then when I finally got this written I wasn't sure how to end it? Ugh. @ My writing motivation and quality: where you at, bitch?! Yikes. Nonetheless, here it is. 💞

Be My Heaven | Jella | 2017-2018;

"We could always play Seven Minutes in Heaven." Sodapop openly suggested, peeking out through the golden wisps of hair that fell over his eyes and forehead. In his hand, he twirled around an old baseball card.

"What's that?" Johnny questioned, blackish-brown hues darting around the room to his companions. Or, almost all of them. He didn't meet Stella's eyes, scared she'd laugh at the fact that he hadn't played before. Instead, he heard Two-Bit's offkey chuckle, his hard hand plopping onto his shoulder with a thud.

"Don't worry, buddy. If you get paired with one of these girls, you'll love it." The elder male glanced at all of the females around them; Stella, Cherry, Marcia, and a few others from school. He wasn't too sure of their names, but as a man, he could wholly guarantee that they'd be great contributors to the game.

"You've really never played before, Johnny?" Cherry spoke up, her voice soft and free of mockery. The only way she knew the activity was because of the parties her and Marcia often attended. The sixteen year old shook his head, a light blush creeping onto his tanned cheeks.

"That's cute," Marcia added, giggling softly and making Johnny's blush deepen. He didn't want to be 'cute,' he wanted to be sexy, dangerous, wanted by many, like Sodapop or Dally.

"Don't worry, Johnny, I haven't played before either." Ponyboy had, however, heard how it all went. Sodapop had dozens of stories to tell, and for the most part, he'd spilled all of the details. The thought of getting that close to one of these girls - and possibly messing around while the others sat in the next room - terrified him. But, in no way was he about to show it.

"You select two players, and they go into a private room for seven minutes. You can do what you want, but after the time is up, the other players let you know and you come out and continue the game. The places I've played, we always made little rules, like... Like no cell phones, or all clothes have to stay on, that kind of stuff." Stella's face heated up after her explanation was over, surprised that she'd said that much in such a small amount of time.

"Stella knows her stuff," Soda observed playfully, laughing a bit and flashing that contagious smile of his. He rubbed his hands together excitedly, clapping them and gazing around at everyone around him. "What should we use for the room?"