𝑀𝑦 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑆𝑘𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝐵𝑒𝑎𝑡 🌻 Johnnyboy One Shots

Power's Out

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Ponyboy's POV
The weather was not so warm, it was damp outside and rain flushed down on us. Just as soon as we all hurried inside, the wind swept through the house when Steve opened the door. We all yelled at him, but he blamed it on Dally.

It got dark, and suddenly it was nighttime. The wind had calmed down, but there was still rain, regrettably causing a power outage. I was reading with Johnny in the dining room, without actually having to read at all.

Sometimes it was like I could talk without saying any words to Johnny, like I could just read in my head and he would follow along quietly with me turning the pages. It was the funniest thing.

Darry lit a candle in the kitchen, and another in the living room. Soda and him were in the living room with Dally and Steve, trying to piece together a jigsaw in the dark.

"Whose idea was this?" Dally sniggered, nearly fed-up. "Nevermind, don't raise your hand because I can hardly see in this godforsaken darkness."

Steve chuckled lightly. "Jerk."

"It doesn't feel lonely though." Soda shook his head, shooting his gaze around the room for confirmation. "Right, Darry?"

Darry laid down a flat piece inside the puzzle, connecting it to another piece. "Mhm." he murmured, trying to snap out of a sleep.

Everyone suddenly watched as Darry added more pieces to the puzzle. Steve wore a small poker face, spacing out.

"Shit, man. How are you doing this?" Dally furrowed his eyebrows together, watching carefully even though his vision wasn't there altogether.

Sodapop laughed softly. "Here I was thinking I might actually be good at puzzles."

"You could be." Darry nodded, shifting down another piece. "Just need to have a feel for these things."

Dallas scoffed, giving a dismissive laugh. But then he gave a puzzled look. "Wait, you mean. . . like blind people?"

Steve hit his arm in a scolding manner, definitely assuming that Dally said it to be offensive. Soda gave a lively laugh.

"Ow."

If I was honest, the book in front of us was hardly readable in the dark, even when we sat by the candlelight. But it radiated a kind of comfort you don't get out of normal books.

Johnny was quiet, that was one thing, but his warmth was another. At small moments I found myself drawn in, subconsciously leaning on his arm, and his arm leaning back on mine. It wasn't the book that made me bored, but my eyes would water when I stared at a page for too long.

"Sleepy?"

"A little. But I'll be alright."

"Why don't you go on and rest? I'll see whatever it is they're up to." Johnny's eyes wandered to the living room. "If. . . they're doing anything at all."

"I'm not that tired." I said, surely feeling my eyes were tight with drowsiness.

"You're not scared of the dark, are you?"

"No way, Johnnycake."

"Uh-huh." he gave a playful smile.

"It's true."

"Okay, I believe you." Johnny tilted his head, "If you can prove it."

Immediately I didn't like the idea. But it sounded winsome, and I knew I could get a little pleasure out of spooking him in the dark when I got the chance.