ALL HAIL S.E.HINTON, I DONT OWN THE OUTSIDERS
Ponys P.O.V.
--Pony comes in from football with the gang. Johnny has stayed in because of a previous injury when Two-Bit smacked him in the arm with a football. Game still in full swing.--
I walk into the living room/kitchen. Johnny is still sitting on the couch eating an apple. I go to the fridge for some water, nodding at Johnny.
"Hey Johnnycakes," I say, pulling out a cigarette. Darry beat the shit out of me outside and I need to calm my nerves. Johnny stares at me. I stare back, then laugh, breaking eye contact.
"What's up?" I say, still chuckling from the weird stare-down.
"You shouldn't smoke so much, Pony. You're going to not make track, and then, you'll be sad, and I wouldn't want you to be sad, and…" Johnny stops himself, eyes wide. He was obviously about to say something, but then thought better of it. I stare at him and suddenly, a new feeling comes to my stomach. My stomach gets all twisted and knotted. My heart starts thumping and my palms get sweaty. Lordy, what's going on? Why am I nervous? Is it cuz of Johnny? Johnny looks at me anxiously.
"Are you okay Pony? You seem out of it…" Johnny asks me carefully. I furrow my brow. Johnny made me feel like this. This has never happened before. What the fuck is going on!? I run out of the living room confused. Johnny follows me. My feet are on autopilot, but I know where they're going. The lot. I just need to get away from Johnny, or be with him all the time. I don't get it. Sodapop has talked to me about this feeling before. It's happened to him when he likes someone. Wait...do I like Johnny?