Disclaimer: The Outsiders belongs to S.E. Hinton
Summary: Puppy love is an informal term for feelings of love between young people during childhood and adolescence, so-called for its resemblance to the adoring, worshipful affection that may be felt by a puppy.
They Call It Puppy Love
A young Johnny Cade turned to look at me as I smiled brightly at him.
"Johnny!" I chirped as I wrapped my arms around him in a hug. Johnny was eight years old, a year older than me.
"Hey, Karen." Johnny hugged me back and I quickly let go of him.
"I was worried about ya..." I admitted, looking down at my feet. "Where were ya at yesterday?"
Johnny merely shrugged as he sat down on the grass. "My old man hit me." Johnny muttered softly. "I stayed at the park." I looked at him with wide eyes and pulled him into another hug.
"That's horrible!" I exclaimed. Johnny shrugged once again. "Why didn't ya come to my house?"
"I don't want to be a burden to ya'll."
I shook my head frantically and cupped his cheek, making him face me. "You'll never be a burden to us, Johnnycake." I loved showing affection.
"Come on, let's go see Ponyboy." I grabbed his hand and his ears turned a bit red. I giggled as we walked over to the Curtis's place.
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"The stars sure are pretty…" Johnny whispered softly as I cuddled up into his chest. I nodded in agreement as we both stared up at the starry sky.
We lay there in comfortable silence until I finally spoke up. "I love you, Johnny."
Johnny didn't say anything. My heart fluttered.
"I know we're still young but we've been best friends for as long as I can remember." I murmured quietly. "But… I think I love you more than a friend."
Johnny was quiet for a moment. A few seconds passed before he sat up and he looked down at me in the eye.
"Say something…" I whispered sadly. "Please, Johnny…. Say something."
He didn't. I was sad, hurt, and embarrassed. He was fourteen and I was only thirteen.
Before my mind could register what was going on, Johnny slowly leaned down before his lips brushed against mine. His lips barely touched mine at first, but he slowly brought his hands up to both sides of my face, gently caressing them. He slowly and lightly moved his lips around mine, making my heart scream in joy. Our mouths opened simultaneously, and he increased the pressure a bit more and continued to slightly move his lips on mine. His arms by this time were around me as he held me close.
I sat up, my lips not leaving his, and continued to kiss him.
I don't know how long this lasted, but it sure was nice.
A/N: Should I continue? I was planning on making this a one shot but I ran out of ideas so yeah…