Word Count:268
Warnings:None
A/N:Not requested, this was part of an Aesthetic thing I was doing, it was fun
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Ponyboy Curtis was used bookstores and dark movie houses. He was daydreams and sunsets, bitter cigarettes and split lips. He was poetry and ink stains on your fingers. He was a lost boy in the rough streets of Tulsa, and despite the curve balls life had thrown him, he remains a golden beacon in my life.
He held my hand was we walked through the park, my eyes still red from crying and my lips still trembling. He had a far rougher life than me but never judged me for freaking out over things like grades and being overwhelmed from all the extra curricular activities I was involved in. He just listened to me talk myself through it, never saying it was my own fault, even though it was. He just listened to me and smoked as we walked. He lead me over to the fountain, sitting down with me. I looked at him after a minute and smiled.
“Thank you for always listening to me about this nonsense.” He gave my hand a gentle squeeze and smiled, carefully blowing smoke away from my face.
“What else was I gonna do,” he chuckled, smiling at me. I blushed at his smile, it was so warm and kind. “Besides, it’s what boyfriends do.” I blushed deeper and leaned my head against his shoulder. He kissed the top of my head and smiled, resting his cheek over where he had just kissed.
“I love you, Ponyboy,” I said, feeling him smile again.
“I love you too,” he said back, letting go of my hand and wrapping his arm around me.