Sodapop glared at Johnny. "You are no longer welcome here," he said coldly.
Plain hurt was shown in Johnny's eyes. He decided it was for the best.
"I'm gonna go for a while," he told Ponyboy quietly. "I'm sorry, Pony, I didn't mean to get you in all this…t-trouble." By now everyone was staring at Johnny. "I-I'll come back if I can, okay?" By now his voice was down to a whisper. Ponyboy reached his hand up and gently caressed Johnny's face. "Don't forget…I love ya, Ponyboy," he whispered.
"I love you too, Johnny," Ponyboy said quietly.
They got closer, and even though the whole gang was watching, they kissed.
Their lips had just touched when Johnny tumbled to the ground.
Ponyboy looked up at Soda with wide eyes.
He hit Johnny.
Johnny lay still, propped up on his elbows, wide-eyed. Ponyboy imagined that's what he did when his dad hit him.
Ponyboy stood, his eyes wild with fury. "Don't you hit him!"
Realization dawned on Soda then. He just hit Johnny. Johnny. Soda was supposed to be the understanding one. The one Ponyboy could tell anything. A role model.
He tore out of the house as fast as he could, that Christmas morning. He really screwed up this time, he really screwed up.
I know it's extremely short. I'm sorry, I'm having a bit of trouble figuring out what should happen. If you have any suggestions…lemme know!
Review! was it corny? Haha I hope not but if it was tell me.