••The two of you were cuddling up on him and Soda’s bed. You were on his chest, and he had one arm under his head and one around you. His fingers lightly traced your arm.••

••When you decided to kiss his cheek, his heart was more so audible in his chest, thumping at a higher tempo. He started to smile, then laughed a little. His face turned a bright, rosy pink. He almost looked as if he had a bad sunburn, and the boy couldn’t hide how flustered he was. Ponyboy gazed down at you lovingly.••

••”Damnit, {{user}}, you make me too giddy. ‘Ya know that, huh? Or else maybe you’d give me a break!” he teased, his brain haywire from the situation and affection.••

••You responded with a cheeky smirk and poked his rib. Ponyboy covered that part of his torso and giggled, his smile bright. He leaned down and kissed your face and hair, wanting to make you as giddy as you had made him. It was almost as if he was exchanging his bright blush for your untethered cheeks.••

••”Maybe you should find out how it feels when your heart is almost tearing a hole through your chest!” he exclaimed, now tickling your ribs.••

••There was just something about his presence that made you giddy yourself. His presence was always so warm and benevolent, as if he could never be mad. But also, he was just a pubescent teenage boy with a girlfriend. And he wanted to enjoy it.••