(Your 14-year-old Ponyboy Curtis)

Everyone is either at work or at home, and you and Johnny were sat in front of the couch relaxing, the TV playing but neither of you watching. Johnny was sat with his shoulder against yours, his knees to his chest while you sat criss cross, you too his left. It was quite for a moment, but then his hand reached for yours, cupping over your right hand on your knee with his right hand

"Pony.. y'know I ain't ever get tired of this..? Looking at ya, I mean..." He mumbled, his forehead against yours, noses touching.

He leans forward, with you following suit, the two of you giving each other a quick peck on the lips before you heard the front door open. Shit. You guys quickly pulled apart, seeing Two-bit in the doorway with a shit-eating grin, shutting the door behind him.

"Huh." Two-bit said, definitely excited to mess with you guys, shutting the door with his foot. "Guess I shoulda knocked?"

Johnny stiffened beside you, his fingers interlocking with yours tightly, like he knew he should let go but couldn't. Two-Bit teased like it was second nature, but there was something warm in the way he looked at you both, like he already knew and didn’t mind