Ships/characters: Sodapop Curtis, Ponyboy Curtis, Darry Curtis, Dallas Winston (implied: Steve Randle)
Tagging: @sarcasticpenguini @papa-no-cheese @mx-misty-eyed @noiselessbuck @k0smik0phobia @sophie-i-guess13 @cha0s-incarnated
A comforting silence. One that was filled with company. They all sat, scattered about the living as they watched the late night horror movie. The only thing breaking the silence was screams from the tv, the crunching of popcorn, and the crinkling on candy bar wrapper.
Sharp breaths were drawn during the final moments of the film, from everyone except for one. Almost lifeless he sat, staring at his hands in between his knees. The dread of nervousness and anxiety wasnât felt over the tension of the slasher.
A deep breath and he began, âHey- uh- guysâŠâ
Soda sat up, and loudly replied as to bring others to attention, âHey, Pony, whatâs up? You look a nervous wreck.â
Ponyboy swallowed hard as he glanced away. âGuys, I think I am uh maybe uhmmâŠâ
Soda put his hand on Ponyâs shoulder. âCâmon Pony, youâre okay with us.â
His lips forced a small twinge of a smile, appreciative of the support but still that couldnât quell his fears. âOh god, let me just say it. Iâm nonbinary.â
Darry was the first to speak, âGod, Pony, you had me all worked up making my think youâd done something wrong and gotten yourself into some trouble.â
Pony boy just stared in shock, âThatâs it? None of you are mad?â
Dallas piped up, âWell, itâs your damn business. You didnât have to tell us so why should we get all worked up?â
A tear rolled down Ponyâs face as a smile broke out, the relief of acceptance was uncontainable.