-Sings- Five foot something, cherry bomb, she had everything going on. The first thing that caught my eye, she was rockin' the beer gut, and I love the way she's not ashamed.
Okay I'll stop now before the torches are lit. XD
I know it's been forever since I've updated, but I promise once everything starts rolling, (you'll know when it does) these will come muchhhh faster and longer.
I'll probably be changing the rating to M, because things are definitely going to be getting more mature. For example:
While Johnny walked Ponyboy to school, he knocked his knuckles against Johnny's palm every so often. Casting him a warning glance, Johnny whispered, "You're being awful careful."
Ponyboy then sported an evil smirk and twisted his head in all directions. He grabbed Johnny's hand, throwing him to his knees behind a big bush. Mauling the elder's lips, Ponyboy sighed into the kiss when Johnny caressed the skin just below his shirt.
Falling from their kneeled positions, Ponyboy took control of the kiss, letting his tongue slip through.
"Ooh eed geh sk--" Johnny tried to say. His boyfriend snickered as best he could and decided upon full-out tongue war.
Ponyboy's hands began to wander. They flitted down Johnny's sides, resting on his hips for a moment, before coming up to cup his face. Johnny flipped Ponyboy over and hovered over his thin frame. The youngster's hands went off again. Squeezing his boyfriend's sides, and began reaching for the button on his worn-out jeans.
"Ah, ah, ah!" Johnny warned, sitting up and giving Ponyboy as stern a look as he could muster. "You have to go to school! You're gonna be late, and we shouldn't do that in public! You know better."
Ponyboy looked sobered for a moment before standing up and brushing off his jeans. "Sorry...." He mumbled.
Johnny smiled and planted a soft, sweet peck against Ponyboy's lips. "I'm not mad, I just worry about you. Your damn teenage hormones are gonna get us in trouble one of these days."
The youngster chuckled and gave Johnny a warm hug before resuming the path to school alone.
He made it to first period just in time. Botany wasn't the easiest subject, but it fascinated Ponyboy to no end. Monocots and dicots and parenchyma intrigued him more than he would have thought. His curiosity about plants and animals were perfect for that of a biologist, and Ponyboy envisioned it. A long grass-stained white lab coat, thirty types of flowers in his hands, all that looked the same, yet he could identify the differences.
The high schooler was pulled from flowers to reality as he felt the bile rise in his throat. His teachers always told him, "If you feel like you need to throw up, just go, don't even ask." Taking them up on their offer for the first time, Ponyboy clamped a hand over his mouth and raced for the boy's bathrooms. He almost didn't make it. He lifted the lid off a toilet and was violently sick.
"What choo doin there, son?" Mr. Omus asked. Mr. Omus was the school security guard. He was originally principal, but he got too old and was forced to retire, so he became what he is now. He said he couldn't bear to part with the school or its students. The youngster guessed that Mr. Omus had seen him run into the bathroom.
"Nothing Mr. Omus. I'm fine." Ponyboy tried to make the tall, old man go away. To no avail, the ex-principal peeked over the stall door, and saw Ponyboy's stomach contents.
"Come out there, boy. Yee'll need to go to the nursh." Mr. Omus pulled the stall door open, and looked Ponyboy over. "Yip, yip. To the nursh ye go." The elder flushed the toilet with his heel and started walking down the hallway.
Ponyboy hobbled behind the old man, feeling gross at the taste in his mouth. Reaching the nurse's station, the frail-looking one looked up from a phone call.
"Yeah. Okay. Thanks. Bye." She said, and hung up the receiver. "What's doin' Mr. Omus?"
"Hyerd this boy in the bathroom. Wuz pukin'."
"Oh, is your stomach upset?" She asked over her glasses. Ponyboy had only been to the nurse once, and all he'd needed then was a band-aid.
Ponyboy shrugged one shoulder. "I don't know. It just hit me all at once."
"Did you eat a lot of candy early this morning?" She had a very obvious lisp.
"No, ma'am."
"It might be a stomach flu. I heard that it was going around in the high school across town." She pushed her glasses up. "Have you had any other stomach problems? Diarrhea, or bad gas?"
A blushing Ponyboy nodded. He was having bad gas a couple days ago but attributed it to Darry's chili.
"Definitley a stomach bug." The nurse concluded.
Ponyboy nodded again at that information. It would also explain the sickness he'd had earlier that morning.
"Do you want to call your parents and have them take you home? It wouldn't be good for you to stay here with a flu bug."
Ponyboy's face heated up. "My brother's my guardian, he can come get me." Of course, that wasn't true. Two-Bit or Johnny would be the one to pick him up, but don't tell Mr. Omus or the nurse that.
The nurse picked up the reciever to the phone and handed it to Ponyboy, who dialed the number.
"Hello?" Johnny picked up the phone.
"Hey, it's Ponyboy. Can you come get me? Nurse says I have a stomach bug."
"Are you okay?" He sounded like he really wanted to say more, but he didn't.
"Yeah, I just got sick a few minutes ago. Nurse says I need to come home." Ponyboy stared at a chip of paint in the wall behind a desk. It looked like a tiny person with a big head.
"Okay, I'll be down in a few minutes to get you."
"Alright. Bye."
"Bye." Ponyboy hung up the phone, and gave a pained smile to the nurse.
"Do you want to lay down for a while?" The nurse asked.
"No thanks, ma'am. I'll go back to class until he gets here."
"Are you sure? You can rest here if you'd like."
"I'll need to get my homework, anyway." Ponyboy mumbled a thanks to the nurse and to Mr. Omus then proceeded back to his botany class, Johnny's dark eyes on his brain.
After picking up the assignments from all his classes, Ponyboy made his way towards the office when his name was called to the front.
Not paying attention where he was going, Ponyboy stumbled over a bench of the commons area. He then gracefully crashed right into a dark haired boy who grunted.
"I'm sorry, mister." Ponyboy mumbled.
The dark haired stranger laughed softly and Ponyboy looked up to find his boyfriend's shining black eyes.
"Oh, hey Johnny. It didn't take you long to get here."
"Two-Bit brought me in the car, are you ready to go?" His eyes were full of questions.
"Yeah. I've got all my homework, and stuff."
Walking out of the building, Johnny placed a hand on Ponyboy's shoulder. The high schooler furrowed his eyebrows together in questioning.
"How are you feeling?" He asked.
"Not really sick anymore. I actually feel a little hungry."
"Let's go home and get you some crackers, then." Ponyboy nodded. Johnny then leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I've got the stuff ready if you want to go over the hill, later."
Ponyboy blushed and nodded.
"But we don't have to, if you feel bad when we get home." Johnny's voice became strained with concern.
Ponyboy's voice became strained with anticipation. "No way." He cleared his throat. "I'll bet that old beat-up car misses us."
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"Thanks for the ride, Two-Bit." Johnny called to the slighty hungover boy.
"No problem guys. I'll see you two later, my head's killing me." With that, he drove away.
Ponyboy walked into the empty house, Johnny on his heels, and placed all his homework on his desk. When he turned around, he got a mouthful of his favorite taste.
A lustful Johnny Cade.
Random fact of the day: Mr. Omus is based on my actual school's security guard, and he really talks like that. XD
Here's a translation for Mr. Omus, just in case.
"What choo doin' there, son?" - "What are you doing in there, son?"
"Come out there, boy. Yee'll need to go to the nursh." - "Come on out of there, boy. You will need to visit the nurse."
"Yip, yip. To the nursh ye go." - "Yes, yes. To the nurse you go."
"Hyerd this boy in the bathroom. Wuz pukin'." - "I heard this boy in the bathroom. He was puking."