Chappie two. The chat continues. Slashy themes, nothing too intense.
Pony flushed bright red as soon as Steve said it. Love. Steve would ask about love.
Steve made Pony uneasy. Something about him, besides that he was kinda mean, made Pony feel a lump in his throat. He was so damn cocky, but it made him seem so strong. Or tuff at least. Something. Something that drove Pony nuts. He got real nervous around Steve and tended to say stuff he didn't mean, real loud too. Because he didn't know what he really felt.
And that was the scariest thing about having to talk to Steve.
Because one of those times he yelled at the older Greaser, it was going to be exactly what he felt.
"What do I know about love?" Pony asked.
"I dunno. I just wanted to ask a retorecal question." Steve asked, tilting his head and grinning.
"Rhetorical." Pony corrected, blinking at the particularly bad mispronunciation of the word.
"Yeah yeah. What would you do if you really liked someone, kinda like Soda and Sandie, but you weren't supposed to like them?"
"I suppose it depends on whether you like them, or love them."
"Love." Steve said.
"And why exactly, aren't you supposed to love them." Pony said.
"Because." Steve said.
"Because why?" Pony asked. Why was Steve getting so flustered anyway? He was flushing and rubbing his neck.
"Because I said so. Just, tell me, would you still wanna be with um?"
Steve couldn't believe what he was asking Pony, and why. And he really couldn't believe that Pony didn't get it.
"Of course, if you love the-"
Pony was interrupted as Steve's lips crashed down onto his own.
When their kiss parted, Steve grinned.
"Then let's be together."
Review! What will happen next? What will Pony do, besides go WTF??? Please review, I'll post a new chappie asap.