"Popsicle Juice"
Now Johnny was in the living room 'cuz he wasn't feeling too hot, so Ponyboy was sitting right beside him playing nurse. I was in the chair, resting my eyes after hard day of babysitting duty. (See, I'm not mooching, I'm babysitting.)
Pony was sucking on his Popsicle, keeping an eye on Johnny's fever. But then he gets this bright idea that since Johnny's forehead was hot, an' his Popsicle was cold, then if he put his Popsicle on Johnny's forehead, then it would melt his Popsicle. (He liked the juice, see?)
So Pony slaps the Popsicle on Johnny's head.
"Pony? What'cha doing?" Johnny mumbled.
"Melting my Popsicle." Ponyboy said all matter-of-fact.
"Not gonna work."
"Will so. HA!" Pony cried, triumphantly holding up his now half-melted Popsicle.
But he musta held it too tight, 'cuz the juice overflowed out the top, an' onto Pony's hand an' Johnny's lap.
Pony dropped the now empty plastic, and exclaimed, "Great. Now my hands all sticky."
Course, that just so happened to be right when Dally, Johnny's knight in dented armor, walked through the front door.
An' he just looks at Pony's hand an' Johnny's lap, both covered in wet, sticky, coconut Popsicle juice.
An' I look at Dally, wondering what he'll do next, 'cuz with guy's like him, you can never tell.
An' Johnny looks at Dally through half-lidded eyes and moans slightly. (From the fever!)
An' Pony looks at Dally, like a deer in the headlights, an' blurts out, "It's just Popsicle juice, I swear!"
"Or is it?!" I demand. "Bum bum buuuuuum!"
Johnny just looks at me. "What else would it be?"
a/n: I know, Johnny's not that naïve, but I just love the ending too much to change it! :3