Flowers for a Ghost
Word Count: a little less than 400 words (only the drabble itself)
Pairing: Ponyboy&Johnny
Rating: T
this is basically slash, so you can leave if you don't like slash lol.
this is kind of OOC, and i tried to type it to make it look someone realistic, also trying not to overdo it.
it's first point POV from Johnny.
also, this is my first time posting on here. not writing in general, but posting on . be gentle, for the love of god, be gentle. if you flame i'm going to laugh in your face. it's a drabble because i'm this thing called really uncreative.
its a really bad disease please help me cure it only the reviews will help.
I don't own "The Outsiders", but wouldn't that be a knee slapper if I was actually S.E Hinton and secretly writing fanfiction about my book simply because I can.
No, but seriously, I don't own anything. Title & that little quote sitting below this line belongs to Thriving Ivory.
"I said I'm only human."
"What would you do if I died, Pony?"
I knew he hated me askin' that. I just knew it. I could see his face twisting up like it did every time I asked. I didn't like doing this, because he'd always get all pouty, and his face would stay all contorted like that for a while. It wasn't that I was considering offing myself, although I don't think anyone would be all that surprised. With a home life like mine, even I'm surprised I haven't tried to pull somethin'. Pony's always on the lookout, though, he knows I could change my mind in a split second if I really wanted to. Maybe I will, one day, when there ain't nothing tying me down. As of right now, that isn't the case.
It was cold, really friggin' cold outside. I don't know why me and Pony were outside, but knowing him its 'cause he wanted to look at something up in the sky. The clouds and sunsets and shit. I dunno what's so great about 'em, but Pony likes it, and that's all that counts in my book. "You know exactly what I'd do if you died, Johnny Cade, and don't you ever think for a second that I'd do anything else," he spoke softly, but it held an angry tone, one that I'd heard more than once. He didn't like when I talked about stuff like that, said it only gave me another reason to just do it. I didn't think so, but he's the smart one in this relationship, so I always agree with him anyways. "Johnny, man, I love you," Ponyboy stated after a minute or so of silence, "You know that, right? There's nothin' else on this earth that I love more than I love you."
I knew, alright, and I can't believe he'd even ask me that. Sure, maybe it's a rhetorical question (hey, at least I try to pay attention in school), but there ain't no doubt in my mind about that. "I love you too, Pony," I whispered quietly, 'cause Dally was over, and although he was in the house, there's certain things he don't need to know nothin' about.
I decide to end the questions, and instead wrap an arm around Pony, simply 'cause I can.
Well, that and it's fucking freezing out here.