Ti Amo da Lontano // Johnnyboy

Chapter Forty One // Marito

I was startled awake when I heard someone's voice above me. 

"What the hell is going on here?" asked Steve, staring down at me. His eyes were bulging, almost like they were about to pop out of his head.

I rubbed my eyes, feeling exhausted, before I looked around me. 

Next to me laid Johnny, who was shirtless. Memories of last night suddenly flooded back. 

"Johnny!" I screamed. He thrusted a bit harder.

"Sei così caldo quando gemiti il ​​mio nome!" he gasped. I began to pant even more than I already was.

"It's not what it looks like!" I cried out, not wanting Steve to think that Johnny and I had had sex in the hotel room him and I were supposed to share.

Steve rolled his eyes, and then sighed. 

"I knew that I shouldn't have stayed out with my friends last night!" he started. "Then again, I didn't think that you guys would be having sex!" 

Johnny began to stir awake next to me. I turned a bright red when I suddenly felt something against my thigh.

He had a fucking boner. 

"What's going on?" mumbled Johnny, his eyes fluttering open. I could see how much depth was in them.

He suddenly noticed Steve standing at the side of the bed, staring at the two of us.

"Dio Mio! What's happening?" asked Johnny, rushing to cover up his chest with the blanket. He looked absolutely horrified. 

"Oh nothing," started Steve, sighing. "I just didn't think that leaving two high school students alone for a night would result in them having wild, passionate sex!"

I felt my cheeks get bright red.

"Hey, for the record, it was our first time ever having sex!" I exclaimed. I suddenly realized what I had admitted to, covering my mouth. 

"I can't hear you over the sound of Jesus singing!" yelled Steve, before running out of the room to go wash his eyes out with holy water.

-

Once Johnny and I had gotten ourselves situated, we had decided to head out to town by ourselves, leaving Steve to sleep in the hotel room.

I was wearing a baby blue button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and tanned pants, along with my white high top converse. My hair was combed back a bit, keeping it out of my face. 

Johnny was also wearing something similar, since he had on a white button up shirt, with army green pants on, and his brown leather shoes. Every few seconds he'd run his hand through his black curly hair, messing with the texture. His cheeks were also flushed a light pink, and he had on a small smile that stretched across his lips.

"I think my lips are crudo from all that kissing," he stated, suddenly, bringing his fingers to his mouth. I giggled a bit.

"Well, I guess that means that I'm doing my job well," I replied with a wink, grabbing his hand into mine. He rolled his eyes, a smirk on his lips.

"You drive me pazzo, Ponyboy," he huffed, squeezing onto me tighter. I bit my lip.

"I wouldn't have it any other way, sweetheart," I mumbled in his ear, making him blush. He grabbed onto the collar of my shirt. 

"I want to take you to a bellismo place I know of." 

-

Johnny and I began to walk around in what was probably the most extraordinary thing I had ever seen. 

All around us was fine architecture, statues, and greenery. I almost couldn't believe my eyes. I had never seen something look so magnificently beautiful in my life, sprawled out right in front of me. With every blink I took, the view seemed to get even more and more impressive.

"Where are we?" I asked Johnny, exasperated. He let out a small chuckle.

"This is Villa di Castello," he started, holding my hand. "I knew you'd piace it."

"I don't like it, I love it!" I exclaimed, enthusiastically. Everything looked so perfect in a surreal kind of way.

Johnny pulled me by my hand to a bench that was out looking everything in front of us. We both sat down on it, his head resting on my shoulder.

"I don't think I've ever been so happy with anyone besides you," I told him, gently. He squeezed my hand, before taking his head off of me.

"Really? Is that true?" he asked, a glimmer in his eyes. I nodded my head.

"You make me the happiest boy alive," I replied, shyly. Johnny smiled, but was silent. 

He looked like he was thinking about him, his eyes shimmering. He put his hand through his hair, fixing it, while he bit down on his lip.

He suddenly got off the bench, and got down on one knee.

  Why was he on his knee?  

"Ponyboy," he started. I gave him a confused look. "I don't know how to say this, but ogni giorno with you has been a dream come true. Ti amo, truly."

It suddenly hit me. 

"I want to be with you, il mio amore, for the rest of eternità. You are my sunshine, and my stars, and my flowers. You're worth more than the world, my bellismo boy. You make me such a happy man, and I don't know who I would be without you. I need you to vivere. You make my heart beat fast, and my palms sweaty, and that is what true love is," he proclaimed, crying a little bit.

He pulled out a ring from his back pocket, the silver band shining in the sunlight.

"Ponyboy Michael Curtis, will you do me the onore of being my marito? Will you marry me?"