Ponyboy
"What's it like to smoke?" you asked, with your head resting on Pony's lap. He looked down at you with a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. "Why? You wanna try?"
You sat up on the worn out couch in the living room of the Curtis residence. "More like I always wanted to try to blow out a perfect smoke ring."
Pony smiled, "Baby, you're looking at the best boyfriend to teach you outta all the gang." At that, he blew a smoke ring around your head.
He handed you a cancer stick and lighted it with a match.
"Take a few breaths with it, so you don't suffocate or anything."
"Geez, Pony." You had to say, the smoke made you want to gag and it felt terrible breathing it in, but it calmed you down some.
Pony sat up. "Okay, now put your lips in an 'O' shape when you breathe out." You did as told, and blew one out that was ten times better than Pony's.
Johnny walked in, impressed. "Glory, you got it down faster than me or Pony ever have."
You grinned at Pony. But he simply responded with, "Only 'cause she has the best teacher."
"Or I'm the best student," you replied cheekily.
He rolled his eyes, but you kissed his cheek, in return.
"Beginner's luck."
