"Pleeeeasaeeeee babe" "no pony I am not going with you to see gone with the wind..again!" You whine to your boyfriend. "Please ill kiss you if you go!" "You'll kiss me anyway!" You say. "Is that a challenge?" "I think it is!" You taunt "I bet I can go 4 hours with out kissing you!" "Ain't no way! If you can go 4 hours ill see gone with the wind with you!" "It's on baby" "Hmmmm who am I gonna kiss for the next four hours?" You say just to make him mad. "You wouldn't dare!" "Oh but I would!...SODA!!!" You tell up the stairs. "Yeah Hun!!!!!"he hollers back. "WILL YOU MAKE OUT WITH. ME FOR THE NEXT FOUR HOURS!!!" You hear laughing...then falling...then you see Soda stand up and the bottom of the stairs. "Why the hell do you want to make out with me when ponyboy is right next to you!"he says out of breath. "Cuz pony won't make out with me" you say in a 'duh' voice. "Fine let me get dressed though" he then runs up the stairs. And Darry walks out. "What was all that?" He asks "Oh I'm gonna make out with soda for the next four hours because pony refuses to kiss me unless I see gone with the wind with him" you shrugged as If it was no big deal. "Oh.... well first of all im a wayyy better kisser than soda" he winks. "and second didn't y'all already see that" you nod. "Four times!" Pony adds. Darry face palms but walks out the door anyway. A few minutes later Sodapop came down stairs. "You ready for that make out session doll?" He asks with a wink. "Oh you know it hun" you wink back. He comes over and sits beside you, he slowly leans in and you do the same. The second your lips meet you hear pony get up. He pushes soda off you and pony yells "no uh huh hands off she's mine" then starts mumbling stuff you don't quite catch. He sits down beside you and presses his lips to yours. You pull away "I win" you whisper before kissing him again.
I chuckle. I was sitting outside of the community college on the steps, waiting for Soda to come pick me up. He was late; as usual.
“Yes. I it’s quite refreshing actually.” I tell (Y/N), looking up at the rain.
“Cleanses the mind?” She laughs, sitting down next to me.
“Your hair is gonna get all wet.”
“I don’t care.” She shrugs.
“I thought girls cared about their hair. Especially girls with pretty hair.”
“You really think I have pretty hair?” She laughs.
“Yeah I do.” I grin.
“You don’t seem like the type to be all cute.”
“Well, maybe I like you that much to be that type.” I grin.
“Really?” She grins, tilting her head to the side.
“Really.” I smile, leaning in as the sparks fly.
