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Pony: All I am is a man. I want the world in my hands.
Ash: I'm sorry Pony but you can't rule the world even if you tried.
Pony: I hate the beach but I stand in California with my toes in the sand.
Ash: you've never been outside of Tulsa...
Pony: Use the sleeves of my sweater let's have an adventure. Head in the clouds but my gravity's centered.
Ash: Um...
Pony: Touch my neck and I'll touch yours. You in those little high waisted shorts.
Ash: Pony...you okay?
Pony: She knows what I think about and what I think about.
Ash: Who's she?
Pony: One love, two mouths. One love, one house. No shirt, no blouse. Just us, you find out. Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about.
Ash: What?
Pony: Cause it's too cold for you here and now, so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater.
Ash: Do you want me to come over pony?
Pony: If I may just take your breath away. I don't mind if there's not much to say. Sometimes the silence guides the mind to a place so far away.
Ash: Pony I'm confused. We both know you're smarter than me so use English.
Pony: and then I watch your face. Put my finger on your tongue cause you love the taste.
Ash: um...you've never put your finger in my mouth...wait...is this sweater weather?
Pony: Yep!
Ash: I hate you
Pony: Liar
A/N: I hoped you liked it itgirl188 if you want me to change it then tell me so I can.
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The Outsiders: Imagines, Preferences, and Lyric Pranks [Competed]
FanfictionThe title explains it Started: {9/2/18} Ended: {1/3/19}