Chapter 2: Ponyboy and Connie

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Connie's POV (1968)

I entered my locker combination in and got out my Science book. Behind me Ponyboy wrapped his send around me and kissed my forehead. I turned around to look at him. He had bags under his eyes, he was pale except for his flushed cheeks, and he looked all around exhausted.

"You look awful," I told him. He offered a weak smile.

"'M'fine," he mumbled hoarsely through a yawn. I tried to feel his forehead, but his six foot stature was too tall for me to reach.

"Your too tall," I complained.

"Your the perfect height," he told me. "Come on, let's get to class before were late," he warned before breaking off into a coughing fit. I rubbed his back until he was finished.

"Go to the nurse," I commanded.

"No," he told me before walking towards his next class.

"See ya later, babe."

X

The next day he looked so bad that the teacher forced him to go to the nurse. I was in his class when Mrs. Williams told him to go to the nurse. Sure enough, he had a fever and was sent home.

I waited anxiously until school was over before finally being allowed to see him.

I knocked on Darry's door and heard him shout for me to come in. I hesitantly entered. Being only 5'1" Darry towered over me.

"He's real sick, be careful," Darry warns, but I couldn't care less if I got sick.

"Enter at your own risk," Soda warned in a deep voice. I couldn't keep the smile off my face.

"Hey, babe," I greeted softly as I walked into his room. His auburn hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat. He didn't answer, but coughed in reply.

"What? No 'I told you so'?" He asked hoarsely.

"No, but I could," I told him. A small smile tugged at his lips.

"Tell someone your sick next time, okay?" I asked in a pleading tone.

"I don't want you to worry, so I will," he agrees.

"Good, you better," i warned sternly.

X

The next day, Saturday, I walked in on Pony and Soda's conversation.

"I'm really sorry I can't stay with you today, Pone," Soda said guiltily.

"I'll be fine," Pony assures him, his voice now reduced to a scratch whisper.

"Oh, yeah, you only have pneumonia," Soda said incredulously.

"Don't worry, Soda, I'll be here," I assured him. Soda jumped back, not have heard me, and hit his head on the wall, cursing up a storm. I tried to apologize, but seeing the small smile on Ponyboy's face he just laughed.

"Your going to get sick too," Pony warned as I laid down next to him in his bed.

"Snuggles make everyone feel better," I told him.

A/N: I know that this isn't Pony taking care of a girl, it's the other way around, but I can do that later if you guys want. I just had this idea and I liked it, so I wanted to post it on here. Please review, requests are always welcome :)

Aufenthalt Gold,

~Alee