“Wanna dance?” He asked, eyebrows raised, smirk on his face.

It was the night of the eighth grade dance; which आप had no तारीख, दिनांक for. आप were going stag, being the loser आप were, until your best friend Ponyboy showed up.

“You serious?” आप ask.

“C’mon it’d be fun… And hilarious. We’d basically be making fun of all these kids. That’s one of our प्रिय things to do.” He grins.

“Fine.” आप mutter as आप grab his hand and lead him out to the dance floor.

आप 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 आप close, bodies pressed against each other.

“That’s better.” He mumbles.

The संगीत starts, him starting to grind on you.

आप stand there, completely shocked. Your relationship had never, ever been sexual. You’d always had feeling about him… But आप 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, आप asked for it.” आप grinned.

आप start moving your hips in synch, locking eyes with him, biting your lip.

आप see the smile पार करना, क्रॉस his face, and आप start to laugh softly. Just for show, आप 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.