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Ponyboy Curtis is the faggiest fag to ever fag that I have ever seen. If he and a whole pride parade had a being gay contest he would win. all us greasers have seen the way he looks at other men and every time someone brings up anything related to gay people he freaks the fuck out. Like- dawg calm your tits!!!
This is funny because I thought he was a raging homophobe at first. He makes a weird face every time he sees a gay person. He's like a gay radar. Sometimes he makes that face at me but I don't know why because I'm not gay..haha.. So anyways I was walking to my house because I had left my jacket there or whatever and I saw Ponyboy in the field trying to do a cartwheel. He was so bad at it that I only knew what he was trying to do because he was cursing really loudly about it. Eventually he caught me staring and walked over.
"Hey Johnny!" He smiled
"Hello Pony." I replied flatly.
AHHH OHMNG EHEHEHEHEHEHHEHE AHAHQU3UIWIWNE SKHEHQUWJENE WIW8SHSN Ponhbiy JHEH3JWISNW3J HES MY BEST FRIENDSHHEH3EHEEHEH
Anyways, we ended up walking to my house together because he's a little bitch and he gave up, but I'm a little bitch too, so I can't say anything.
"How come we're goin' to your house?" Pony asked.
"Dawg it's literally December how 'bout you guess" I said, throwing my arms out to show him I clearly wasn't wearing a jacket. He stared for a while and then it clicked. "Ohhhh you left your jacket?"
"Yeah Sherlock."
I want him so bad. He lowkey kinda cute, no homo though… He's weird.