The Outsiders: Purly/Johnnyboy

New Year, New Spark

After the new year approaches, Ponyboy, Curly, and Johnny are faced with new challenges in blossoming relationships.

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To none of the gang's knowledge, Ponyboy and Johnny have been an item. Not an item. A "thing". Some sort of "thing" that neither Ponyboy nor Johnny really knew how to define. They liked each other, yes, but they haven't made a move. A slight touch on the shoulder, gentle hair playing, and leaning against each other meant something, right?

It was New Year's Eve. Ponyboy was sitting next to the puppy-eyed greaser on the couch, waiting for the festivities to start. His green eyes looked over at his friend, who watched Darrel and Two-Bit put the food out. His tan complexion glowed underneath the yellow, nearly orange light in the living room. His greased hair clung to his face, almost covering the infamous scar on his cheek from Bob. With a small sigh, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. He placed the cigarette between his chapped lips and lit it with a shaky hand.

"Can I have one?" the auburn asked sweetly. Johnny looked over at him, his glistening eyes staring down at him.

"Y-Yeah, of course, Pone," he choked out, digging into his pocket once again.

Johnny would do anything for Ponyboy, no matter what the cost was. Hell, he even killed a man to keep Ponyboy safe. The youngest Curtis meant a lot to Johnny, more than anyone else. Ponyboy felt like the home he never had. If the auburn asked for anything, Johnny ensured he was the first to do it for him. Anything to keep the auburn in his grasp.

As Johnny pulled out a cigarette and his lighter, Darrel noticed.

"Uh... is that for Ponyboy?" he said.

"Yes," Johnny gulped.

"No smoking for him," the brunet said.

"But Johnny's smoking," the auburn whined.

"Your smoking's affecting your runnin', Pone," Darrel said, "You need a break."

"But, Dare—"

"No buts. Johnny, put it away," Darrel said sternly before disappearing back into the kitchen.

"Sorry, Pone," Johnny shrugged, putting the cigarette and lighter back into his pocket.

"It's fine," the auburn rolled his eyes, "Just... just lemme get a quick hit from yours."

"But, Darry said—"

"Please?" Ponyboy pouted. Johnny rubbed his lips together. His eyes were considered the most "puppy-eyed" out of all them, but Ponyboy would definitely be a close second.

"Uh... okay," Johnny said raspily, taking his cigarette from his mouth. He placed it in Ponyboy's mouth, watching the auburn's soft lips wrap around the orange end. Ponyboy took a puff before quickly stuffing the cigarette back into Johnny's lips and blowing out the smoke.

"Ahh," Ponyboy exhaled, "Thank you, Johnny."

"You're welcome," Johnny said before taking his own puff. For Johnny, watching Ponyboy smoke was a gift. He loved the way his lips moved.

Sharing cigarettes was a common activity for the two boys. Conveniently, one of them was running low while the other had none. Ponyboy grinned to himself. It must be a sign.

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"Are we there yet?" Curly whined exaggeratingly, kicking the back of Tim's seat. Suddenly, Tim whipped his arm back and grabbed Curly's ankle, shaking his leg. Curly laughed while Tim growled.