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It had been days since Johnny had been seen. Everything was different without johnny around. The gang had searched every single place they could think of, with no luck.
Johnny’s disappearance hit Ponyboy the hardest. He couldn’t live without Johnny. Even when the others in the gang where on the brink of giving up, it was ponyboy’s perseverance that made them keep looking.
Ponyboy had entered the woods in search for Johnny. He looked around for about 10 minutes when he started to give up. He was worried that Johnny could be dead somewhere, or that they would never see him again. Ponyboy couldn’t help when thoughts like that filled his head, appearing everywhere in his mind, unable to escape. He tried to maintain his composure, but it had become nearly impossible
He found a nearby tree and sat down against it, his head in his hands and his emotions controlling him. The rough bark on the tree would definetly scratch up ponyboy’s clothes, but he couldn’t care less at this point.
He lifted his head from his hands momentarily to see a small creature that had approached him.
He realized it was a frog. It had dark green skin, with a few black spots along it.
He picked up the frog and let it rest on his hands for a while before finding a leaf to rest it on.
He didn’t think anything of it at first. It was only until the frog had started croaking loudly, as if to get his attention.
He walked back to the frog and stared at it.
“What do you want?” He asked, feeling dumb that he was talking to a frog.
The frog croaked once more, leaning its mouth to Ponyboy’s hand.
“I don’t understand what you’re saying,” Ponyboy said, annoyed but also curious about this frog.
It croaked again. He could tell that this frog was trying to communicate with him. The only issue was that he didn’t speak frog.
The frog put his mouth on Ponyboy’s hand again, really emphasizing it.
“Your mouth…? Are you hungry? I ain’t got any food,” Ponyboy said.
the frog shook its head.
“What are you doin’ with your mouth?” Then it hit him like a ton of bricks.
“You want me to kiss you?”
The frog croaked loudly and tried its best to nod.
Ponyboy stopped to think for a minute. Was he really about to kiss this frog? How did the frog manage to talk to him? Was he just going insane? He thought to just abandon this and continue his search for Johnny. This frog was wasting his time.
A voice in the back of his mind was saying otherwise. It became impossible to ignore.
He held the frog in his hands and pressed his lips to the frog.
When he opened his eyes, his heart skipped a beat.
“J-Johnny?” Ponyboy asked, not believing it at first.
Johnny looked around and stretched before looking at Ponyboy.
Ponyboy ran towards him and threw his arms around Johnny.
He returned the hug, squeezing Ponyboy as tight as he possible could.
“shoot Johnny,” Ponyboy whispered “I thought I had lost you,”
“Oh pony, don’t think like that…” Johnny said running his hands through Pony’s hair. “I’m here, and i’m never leaving you again.”
Ponyboy’s face flashed a dark red, and he got butterflies in his stomach
“I mean it Pony, I-“ Johnny couldn’t find words to describe how he was feeling. He instead cupped ponyboy’s face and kissed him.
Their chests were touching, and Johnny could hear Ponyboy’s heartbeat beating out his his chest.
Ponyboy wished this kiss could’ve lasted forever. Ponyboy had kissed plenty of girls at school, but none of them could compare to the way Johnny was making him feel.
Ponyboy slowly pulled away. He saw how red Johnny’s face was.
“Gosh, pony, i’m sorry- it was on impulse. Please don’t hate me-“
“Johnny, I could never hate you,” Ponyboy cut him off, “I’m just glad i can see you again. The days you were missing felt like centuries.”
Ponyboy took Johnny’s hand and held it.
“We need to go find the others, Johnny. They’ll be so happy that you were found.”
Johnny agreed and the two walked around. Ponyboy would occasionally kiss Johnny on the neck. “pony,” he giggled, “why’re you kissin’ my neck?” Ponyboy was aiming for the cheek, but the height difference made it so that the highest he could reach was Johnny’s neck. “i mean, i don’t mind, but save the love bites for later,” Ponyboy imagined that and he went red. “let’s keep…uh…walking,” ponyboy said They continued to walk.
A couple minutes later, Ponyboy asked, “Hey Johnny, why were you turned into a frog in the first place?” Ponyboy asked.
Johnny laughed and replied, “that’s a story for another time, pony.”