It was the night of the eighth grade dance; which anda had no tarikh for. anda were going stag, being the loser anda were, until your best friend Ponyboy showed up.
“You serious?” anda ask.
“C’mon it’d be fun… And hilarious. We’d basically be making fun of all these kids. That’s one of our kegemaran things to do.” He grins.
“Fine.” anda mutter as anda grab his hand and lead him out to the dance floor.
anda stand in front of him, slightly raising your head to meet his eyes. He smiles.
“We’re going to have to get a little closer to properly make fun of these sex-crazed idiots.” He grins, putting his hands on your waist and pulled anda close, bodies pressed against each other.
“That’s better.” He mumbles.
The Muzik starts, him starting to grind on you.
anda stand there, completely shocked. Your relationship had never, ever been sexual. You’d always had feeling about him… But anda thought nothing would ever happen to between us.
“You gotta do it to…” He whispers in your ear. “I don’t want it to look like I’m assaulting you. Even though I’m having fun…”
“We’ll, anda asked for it.” anda grinned.
anda start moving your hips in synch, locking eyes with him, biting your lip.
anda see the smile menyeberang, cross his face, and anda start to laugh softly. Just for show, anda turn around and start getting low.
“Excuse me, this dancing is starting to get out of hand.” A teacher comes over, trying to wedge between you, but decides it wouldn’t be a good idea.
Ponyboy is trying not to laugh, his face turning red. “I’ll be more… Uh less provocative.” He finally says.
“Just… Take it outside…” The teacher walks away, shaking his head.
anda smiled at him, waiting for him to continue. He grabbed your hand. “I thought it’d be the coolest thing to be a train. I don’t even know why. Maybe because they’re always moving, they’re big, I don’t know.” He shrugs his shoulders.
“But as I got older, I realized I was like a train. Always pushing forward, no turning around of anything. From the looks of it, my train was going to end me up in jail.” He stops walking at the track switch.
“(Y/N), anda were like my track switch. My train was headed for nowhere till anda came along. Now I see my train going somewhere, to a house, a family, a life.” He pauses. “And I wanted to say thank you.” He says quietly.
anda just bungkus, balut your arms around him.
you and Soda <3
