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