Key to my Heart (sequel to IFL) Outsiders FF

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The rain came down harder. And I was as wide awake as a person could be. The thunder and lightning kept me from sleeping, but didn't keep me from thinking. And all I could think was, Damn you storm!

Pony had his back to me, but by the way he layed still, I figured he was asleep. Huh, isn't he lucky. How the hell can he sleep during a storm like this? Definately not me. But him, it seems he could sleep during a hurricane. Why can't I have you're gift, Pony?

I turned on my back and stared at the ceiling.

The only way I could sleep, was if I had my music. It's the only thing that drowns out thunderstorms like the one happening right now.

I sighed, thinking about various songs that I could be listening to right now, if I had remembered to bring my phone. God dammit! Why me?! Argh.

The room was deadly quiet, and Pony was still asleep. Maybe it wouldn't hurt if I just sang a song, right? I don't think it would wake him up. If he can sleep through this storm, then he could definately sleep through my singing. As long as I sing quietly.

So, I softly sang I will always Love You by Whitney Houston, careful not to wake Ponyboy.

"If I...
Should stay...
I would only be in...
Your way~
So I'll... go...
But I know...
I'll think of you every step of...
the way~

And I~
Will always, love you~
I will always.... love you~

You, my darling you
Mmm
Bitter sweet...
Memories
That is all, I'm taking
With me~

So goodbye
Please don't cry
We both know, I'm not what you
You need~

And I~
Will always love you~
I~
Will always love you~"

And I stopped there. Those lyrics that I just sang... sort of describe what I'm feeling. I know I'm not right for Pony, and someday, I'm going to have to leave. But, the memories we made, will always stay with me. For sure.

"Mary?" I froze. Has Pony been awake this whole time? That means... he heard me sing?? Why must you punish me Jesus?!

"Y-yea?" My voice came out as a whisper, and a bit shakey as well, but I doubt he noticed.

"What was that song you were just singing?" I gulped. So he did hear me sing. I sound like a fucking dying cat! Jesus, you must really hate me!

"Um... It's by an artist who isn't famous yet" I replied slowly, not tearing my eyes away from the ceiling. If I look at Pony, I'll get nervous and who knows what will happen next!

It went silent. Did he go back to sleep? I don't want to look. Or rather, I'm afraid to.

I could practically hear my heart beating in my ears. And only Pony could do this to me. But why him? Of all people, why him? I know I can't be with, so why am I attracted to him? We're from different times, and I know that.

If we were to ever get together, then what will happen when I have to go back to my time? This is why I can't be with him.

But, everytime he's near me, I can't control my heart beat. It starts going crazy.

"Hey Mary, what're you thinking about?" I let out a sigh.

"Stuff" I replied.

"Like?" I turned on my side and faced him.

"What will happen when I go back to my time" I replied. Pony's eyes shifted downwards. He almost seemed upset about the reality check, almost.

"Do you want to go back?" I shrugged.

"I don't think it really matters. I'll have to go either way. And so does my aunt..." I replied.

"Why can't you just stay here? With me and the gang?"

"I can't... You know I can't" I said.

"Why not? Don't you want to stay with us?" I slightly lowered my head.

"I do, but-" I started, when Pony interrupted me.

"Then who cares about what happens to the future?" I sat up and crossed my legs.

"Pony, why are you so upset about this all of a sudden? You already knew this" I said. He just stared at me, looking like he was fighting back tears.

Am I imagining this? I must be dreaming.

Or maybe Bob Marely got me high, and this is all an illusion... Nah, I don't think that's it either.

Okay, so I've established that I'm not imagining this, I'm not dreaming (Or Channing Tatum would be standing infront of me, shirtless, and tell me I was his wife), and I'm not high or drugged.

But, why would Pony be bothered by this? He must of known this whole time.

"Pony? What's wrong?"

"I don't want you to leave. I- I like you and I don't want you to go" he finally said, not looking at me, and instead staring down at his sheets.

What? Did he just say what I think he said?

Wait, wait, wait. Is he even serious? If he really liked me, he would of said something a long ass time ago. Is he trying to mess with me? He must be. Maybe because he feels bad for me? But I don't understand why he would do something like this. It's just not like him. It's also not like him to have feelings for someone like me.

"That's really funny, Pony, but I'm really not in the mood" I said.

"Mary-" I cut him off.

"Can we just drop this already? Please?" I didn't want to be making a fool out of myself any longer, and with Pony saying stuff like this, I knew I wouldn't be able to control my emotions. It would make my whole situation worse, and also keep me from getting over him, which is tough as it is.

"No." I furrowed my brow in confusion. No? Is he seriously going to make me suffer by telling me what I've been wanting to hear for the longest time? I can't believe this! It's already bad enough knowing that I'll never have a chance with him. I really don't need him telling me what I want to hear, getting my hopes up, and all for nothing. Just because he feels bad for me?!

If he thinks this is okay, he is dead wrong.