𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙷𝚘𝚖𝚎

Warnings_ Few Adult jokes

For a good while, I helped him brainstorm ideas for his writing assignment and got to know each other better. I was on the verge of sleeping when I stared at the clock on their wall. 1:52 p.m

"Well I- uh better get goin' Pony, I ought to get ready."

He looked up from his paper, eyebrows raised. "Need me to walk you over?" He suggested.

I shrugged, smiling at him. "I mean I don't want your babysitter to get mad with me for takin' a child without his permission."

He groaned. "I'm no child. Besides, I can take care of myself without him. Thank you very much."

I chuckled, standing up. "Yeah whatever, then if you wanna come then let's go."

Ponyboy smiled like a child when I agreed. He quickly gathered his things, packed them up, fixed his things and left the room with me. Two-bit was still on the couch, asleep or pretending to be. He was too obvious, one of his eyes was half-open and blinking. We were about to walk out when he sat up, making an exaggerated groan to signify that he was awake. "Where are you two goin'?"

"I'm walkin' Y/n home, I'll find Dally and Johnny along the way. I assure you."

Two-bit hummed, laying back down. "Fine, then be careful kid. Darrel sees you hurt and I'm dead meat."

"Don't worry. I'll be fine."

We walked out the door and headed to the gates, side to side. It was pretty sunny - the trees rustled softly under the wind, opening the doors for the sun to peek through.

"So how come you meet my parents?"

I responded," Mom 'n dad knew 'em. We used to live in this neighborhood. A house near you guys. An' my folks would sell muffins to make a livin'."

Ponyboy smiled, shoving his hands in his pockets. "They made the blueberry muffins?"

I nodded, feeling a bit nostalgic. Dad was a good salesman- Mom would bake the muffins for dad to sell. And on the same night, we filled the coin car with money. It helped pay the expenses.

"Yeah we used to."

The more we walked, the more we heard the birds chirp, the leaves dance and felt the sun cast a warm glow over our skin. We were already downtown, walking past a drugstore when a hand gripped tight on my shoulder. " So what's these greasy kids doin' here on our territory?"

I went pale for a straight second. Socs on this side of town? I snatched the pencil that I took from Pony in my pocket and turned just to face that damn boy- Dally.

He was standing beside a tan boy. The one I saw last time on the Drive-in.

"Boo." He said.

My nerves quickly disappeared once I saw them. Pony had seen the pencil but didn't say anything about it. "Goodness gracious Dallas, you had me scared to death!"

Pony rolled his eyes." Well, I'm damned for not recognizing your accent."

"Don't do that again. I might get a heart attack later."

He shrugged. "Whatever the maternal figure says." Then he put his arm around the tan boy. "This is Johnny by the way. He's my buddy."

"Hey." I welcomed warmly, ignoring Dally's nickname.

Johnny lifted his chin up and smiled. "Hey."

"So where were you heading?"

"Home I ought to get ready."

Dally raised a brow, "With Pony?"

Ponyboy turned red, shaking his head. "No, no. I just- I was walking her home that's all."

"Dally you make everything seem bad. He's just walking me home." I defended him.

Dally pulled out a Marlboro cigarette pack out of his pocket and pulled one out. "So early? We were goin' to roam the streets. Wouldn't be bad if you joined."

"No-well, it's because I have to shower 'n get ready. I told Steve and Soda I'd hang out with 'em."

Dally whistled, "Need me to guard you while you shower and dress up? I'll make sure nothin' bothers you." He made those weird flirty gestures. Like squinting his eyes and looking me up and down like some wolf checking out his prey. I in response slapped the back of his head. "You wish."

"No need to hurt me Doll."

I couldn't believe he was so insistent with his stubbornness. He wasn't like every other boy I ever met. He was like, sure of himself. "You hang a lot with this doofus?" I asked Johnny. The boys chuckled, Dally just nudged me. "Yeah, sure."

"Ain't my fault you act like you do."

He smiled, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. They walked me over at home. Where my grandma lives. She doesn't really pay much attention to where I'm at because; She really can't hear when the door opens or closes, and because she's mostly in the kitchen, baking her pastries, the living room watching those movies where Alain Delon appears. Or just on bed, knitting blankets.

"Thanks y'all, see you later."