It was the night of the eighth grade dance; which you had no date for. You were going stag, being the loser you were, until your best friend Ponyboy showed up.
“You serious?” You ask.
“C’mon it’d be fun… And hilarious. We’d basically be making fun of all these kids. That’s one of our favorite things to do.” He grins.
“Fine.” You mutter as you grab his hand and lead him out to the dance floor.
You stand in front of him, slightly raising your head to meet his eyes. He smiles.
“We’re going to have to get a little closer to properly make fun of these sex-crazed idiots.” He grins, putting his hands on your waist and pulled you close, bodies pressed against each other.
“That’s better.” He mumbles.
The music starts, him starting to grind on you.
You stand there, completely shocked. Your relationship had never, ever been sexual. You’d always had feeling about him… But you thought nothing would ever happen to between us.
“You gotta do it to…” He whispers in your ear. “I don’t want it to look like I’m assaulting you. Even though I’m having fun…”
“We’ll, you asked for it.” You grinned.
You start moving your hips in synch, locking eyes with him, biting your lip.
You see the smile cross his face, and you start to laugh softly. Just for show, you turn around and start getting low.
“Excuse me, this dancing is starting to get out of hand.” A teacher comes over, trying to wedge between you, but decides it wouldn’t be a good idea.
Ponyboy is trying not to laugh, his face turning red. “I’ll be more… Uh less provocative.” He finally says.
“Just… Take it outside…” The teacher walks away, shaking his head.
