Two of a Kind

Normal POV

Pony and Curly are sitting outside on Curly's porch. The sun is setting, grasping Pony's awe. Curly watches the younger boy in amusement. A lite breeze blows by, ruffling their hair. Suddenly, Pony feels someone messing with his hair.

"Hey! My hair!"

"S'not the end of the world, kid."

"I don' care. And stop callin' me kid."

"Why? It's funny. Besides, you are a kid."

"Am not."

"Then why do you whine whenever someone messes with yer hair."

"Cuz, I had it the way I wanted it. And I don' want it messed up."

"Afraid you won't look as tuff?"

Pony sticks out his tongue. "Like you should talk."

"Eh?"

"If someone even tries to mess with your hair, you beat 'em up."

"That's not true."

"Liar."

"Oh. That, that hurt Ponyboy. Honestly that hurt."

"Ah, I'm sorry Curly."

"Y'know, there's a sucker born every minute."

"Hey!"

"Hehe, C'mere you..."

Curly pulls Pony into a one arm hug. He lays a gentle kiss on Pony's head.

"You really do whine a lot."

End.

A/N: sorry for the short chapter. Hope no ones upset. :(