“what’s wrong with you, man?”
ponyboy laughs at that, avoid of humor and filled with malice.
“what’s wrong with me? you serious?”
curly raises an eyebrow, setting his milkshake back down on the sticky table at the diner before leaning his elbows on the surface.
“yeah, that’s what i said. ain’t it?” he raises an eyebrow, a trend started by matthews that had passed all ‘round the curtis gang before making its way to the shephard’s (from ponyboy to curly to tim. but he prefers not to mention that.)
“jesus curly.” ponyboy drags a tired hand down his face before cracking his fingers and glaring straight at him.
“if i’d known you’d be like this, i woulda just took out a broad.” he sighed, not really meaning it but saying it all the same.
pony’s face drops as he runs his tongue over his incisor, breathing raggedly.
“don’t say shit like that, don’t.” he whispers, voice empty of hurt but it was showing in his eyes.
that’s what got him, nearly every damn time. everyone always talks about sodapop curtis and how his eyes are the window to his soul but they ain’t never talk about ponyboy’s. a swirled mix of grey and green that punctured curly’s heart in a way that made him crave the eye contact even more.
he slid the milkshake over to pony, leaning forward onto the table to murmur out promises of loyalty and respect.
and the hate filled in his eyes transformed to gratefulness, to lo-
curly stood up, pony’s eyes still focused on him in a way that made his skin crawl and his bones shake.
no matter how clear his eyes were, how close they were to his own. he wouldn’t admit it, he couldn’t. couldn’t do it.
love wasn’t a word he’d ever thrown around easily, not to his mother drunk on the porch steps. not to his father as he drove away in their busted up car. not to tim or angie-
why should ponyboy be the only goddamn exception?
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