𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑. ( 𝘫𝘰𝘩𝘯𝘯𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘺 )

TEN.

DECEMBER 18TH, 2018. (TUESDAY)

Johnny steps on the scale, glancing at Ponyboy who was writing down the numbers. The older boy of the two steps on the scale, smiling a little. Ever since they confessed last night, Johnny felt a lot lighter. Emotionally of course.

"You wanna know your progress?" Ponyboy questions, looking over his notebook. "I think you're doing pretty good."

Johnny hesitantly nods his head and he smiles a little bit. He thinks that he was really getting better with this. The teenager was ready to hear some good news.

"Yes, please," Johnny says. "Even if it's a little... A step is a step."

"Alright, Johnny," Ponyboy says. "It has been about 18 days since we started treating you for this. You've officially gained a total of... A total of five pounds."

Johnny grins widely at that, a look of pride on his face. He's really been working so hard to fix his mistake. The teen just wanted to make his lover (if that's what they were) proud.

"Am I allowed to know the total number?" Johnny questions. "You don't have to tell me or anything. I just wanna know what I'm up to."

"Well, Johnnycake," Ponyboy says. "You're weighing in at about 100 pounds even. I checked your height. You're about 5'8. You need to weigh at least 148 pounds to be considered average weight."

Johnny frowns a little, seeing how far away his goal really was. He didn't want to gain any more weight. He didn't want to be fat. But... For Ponyboy he would do just about anything. The 16-year-old wanted to get better for him and for himself.

"Don't let the numbers scare you," Ponyboy tells him. "We're going slow but steady, okay? I don't wanna push you too much but I wanna make sure that you're getting what you need."

Johnny nods a little bit and swallows thickly, looking at the auburn-haired boy. Ponyboy smiles softly at him and looks up at him. The 14-year-old wraps his arms around him gently, pulling him close.

"It's gonna be okay," Ponyboy coos comfortingly. "I care for you no matter what. No matter if you're sad, no matter if you're grumpy. Anything. I'm here."

Johnny couldn't help but smile sheepishly at the younger boy. He presses a small and gentle kiss to his forehead, humming softly. The younger boy blushes sheepishly and giggles.

"Let's get some breakfast," Ponyboy says. "We gotta keep pushing forward."

Johnny pulls away and nods his head, watching as the younger boy put the scale away. He hums softly and tilts his head, seeing Ponyboy re-hide the notebook. It was sweet of him to keep it hidden.

Ponyboy grabs Johnny's hand and walks to the kitchen with him. He pulls away from. the older boy, going to the cupboard. The 14-year-old hums softly.

"What you da good for breakfast?" ponyboy questions. "Anything you want. I'll get it out."

"I wanna try to actually eat a real meal now," Johnny says. "What do you usually have for breakfast?"

"I usually have eggs and toast," Ponyboy says. "Are you sure that's what you want?"

Johnny nods his head and glances at the clock on the microwave. It was almost 7:00 AM and Ponyboy has to be out of the door by 7:30. He didn't want to make the younger boy late.

"Yeah," Johnny says sheepishly. "I can help you cook so you aren't late. Besides, I gotta learn how to make my own food. Just in case you know?"

Ponyboy giggles and nods his head, going to the fridge and getting the eggs and butter. Johnny goes to the cabinet and gets the bread. The younger boy starts to make the eggs, watching as the butter melted against the pan.

Johnny carefully puts the bread into the toaster, pushing down the knob like thing. There were two slices for Ponyboy and one slice for himself. As much as the 16-year-old was proud and happy, he didn't want to overdo it and throw it back up.

Ponyboy turns to watch the older boy, smiling softly. He was so proud that Johnny had gained 5 pounds and is still willing to gain more. The 14-year-old turns a little bit, grabbing his spatula and scrambling up the eggs.

After a few more minutes, the eggs finish cooking and the toast pops up. Johnny butters the toast and puts the slices on their plates, watching as the younger boy plates the eggs. No matter what, Johnny was going to finish the food. 

Johnny grabs both plates, taking them over to the dining room. He sits the plates on the table and takes a seat, smiling softly. The 16-year-old begins eating as he watches his best friend-- no, lover, sit down next to him. He hesitantly leans his head on the pale boy's shoulder, continuing to eat slowly.

"I gotta get going in a minute," Ponyboy says. "I don't wanna be late for school."

Ponyboy smiles softly and looks down at Johnny with caring eyes. He was so proud of the tan boy. The teen was excited to see him get better.

"Do you think you wanna come to school today?" Ponyboy questions. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

Sometimes, if Johnny didn't feel well enough or suffered a bad beating, he wouldn't go to school. It didn't help that his teachers had given up on him. Because of that, he didn't have a lot of motivation to go learn stuff.

"I can go to school," Johnny says. "I feel pretty okay today."

Ponyboy smiles at the older boy, planting a small kiss on his forehead. He wanted to help Johnny out with school as well. The tan boy deserved so much more than rude teachers and people. Johnny was meant for so much more. 

"Then make sure you have a pencil," Ponyboy says. "I'm gonna finish up breakfast and get my binder. I'll make sure that no one is mean to you."

Johnny smiles and nods his head thankfully. He was glad to have someone as nice as Ponyboy. The younger boy really was something special. 

Ponyboy stands up as he finishes and takes his plate to the sink. The older boy couldn't help but to watch him lovingly. 

It was going to be a good day. 

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Word Count: 1068

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