It was the night of the eighth grade dance; which toi had no rendez-vous amoureux, date for. toi were going stag, being the loser toi were, until your best friend Ponyboy showed up.
“You serious?” toi ask.
“C’mon it’d be fun… And hilarious. We’d basically be making fun of all these kids. That’s one of our favori things to do.” He grins.
“Fine.” toi mutter as toi grab his hand and lead him out to the dance floor.
toi 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 toi close, bodies pressed against each other.
“That’s better.” He mumbles.
The musique starts, him starting to grind on you.
toi stand there, completely shocked. Your relationship had never, ever been sexual. You’d always had feeling about him… But toi 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, toi asked for it.” toi grinned.
toi start moving your hips in synch, locking eyes with him, biting your lip.
toi see the smile traverser, croix his face, and toi start to laugh softly. Just for show, toi 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.
