I tried this once before and it didn’t work so if this doesn’t work now I’ll just link to my Wattpad every time I do a Oneshot (I’m also putting these on Wattpad) Constructive criticism appreciated :)
**PROMPT**: “After this is over we should totally make out”
**PAIRING**: Johnny Cade and Dallas Winston
It was all Soda’s idea.
The plan was just to make a cake and sing a little song for his birthday, but, of course, Soda had other plans.
I’d had never played laser tag before, but I’ve always wanted too. There used to be a place I’d always walk past back when he lived in New York, but mom never let me go. I always thought she was being overprotective, but now I knew it was because they didn’t have the money to go.
After what Soda and Steve claimed was weeks of working overtime, they could finally afford to talk all of us and we’re not taking no for an answer after we all showed our reluctance to go.
Half of us went in Soda’s car, including me, Johnny, Pony and Soda, and the other half in Steve’s car.
Everyone was crammed in the backseat uncomfortably and Soda wouldn’t let anyone take the passenger seat because it was “for his imaginary friend.” I rolled my eyes and sank into my seat with defeat.
Even more to my dismay, Soda insisted on playing his Beyoncé CD and singing along (very off key I may add) and Ponyboy was complaining about the road being too bumpy.
“Pony, I swear to god if you complain about the road one more time I will punch you in the throat” I threatened. He didn’t complain any more.
When we arrived, Darry was lecturing Two Bit about almost falling out of the car window because he stuck his head out when they hit a sharp turn.
All of us were joking and being loud, but I lagged behind with Johnny. As much as I loved being loud and rambunctious with the gang, comfortable silences with Johnny were sometimes better somehow.
“Nice day, eh Dal?” Johnny remarked, attempting small talk. I nodded.
“Yeah. Can’t believe Sodapop saved up for all of us to go.”
“Yeah. He’s a cool old guy.” Johnny replied before falling back into comfortable silence.
Two Bit brought booze, or course, and I think everybody had a few drinks from the bottle before we went in, even Johnny, who seemed a bit anxious about being in a new place.
The place was real tuff. It had glow in the dark paint all over the walls and I could see the vests and laser guns attached to the wall. I smirked to myself. This was gonna be interesting.
Soda and Steve walked up to the front desk and paid for all of us. Then we got a ten minute safety lecture, before we were finally allowed to go inside.
The gang split off into teams of two, following the rules the instructor gave us. Pony got Johnny, Steve got Soda, Two Bit and me paired up, and Darry decided he’d play next game. I smirked. Me and Two But were notorious for being kicked out of many places, and I was feeling particularly rebellious.
“3-2-1-GO!” A computerized voice said from the loudspeakers.
Some of us dashed, like me and Two Bit, others went firing immediately at anyone they could. I ducked bellow a wall and Two ran past, going for a glowing, oddly placed cube.
I leaned out of my hiding place, sticking out only my gun, and shot at random. I heard a vest make a loud gunfire type sound and Pony groan. That’s what the ashore gets for whining all the way here.
I shot some more and got Steve, who let out a string of curse words before running for cover before his temporary immunity wore out.
Me and Two decided to split up around halfway through the game. We were in the lead and as far as I knew I’d only been shot once and that was by Two Bit on accident.
I looked for a place to hide before Ponyboy shot me as revenge and settled on a closet type crevice in the wall. I ran for it, dodging Ponyboy’s poorly fired shots and made it to the room unscathed.
I leaned against the wall so nobody could see me, but my vest made a loud buzz and flickered on and off, indicating I’d been shot.
I looked around in surprise, to find Johnny standing in the corner, blending in perfectly with the dark of the closet.
“You scared me you little shit.” I laughed leaning against the wall. I heard a slurred laugh from Johnny too.
“Don’t hate the player, hate the game.” Johnny said, the alcohol present in his voice. I chuckled to myself.
I leaned out of the crevice to shoot, and when I leaned back, Johnny was sitting on the floor next to me. I sat too, unsure what to do.
“You have real tuff hair, you know that Dal?” Johnny slurred, patting my hair. I stiffened, unsure if I should push his hand away or let him touch my hair. “It’s real fluffy.”
“Yeah I guess.” I replied, feeling blush rise to my cheeks. I hate it when people touch my hair, but for some reason it wasn’t so bad when Johnny did it.
“I don’t like it here. It’s too loud for me.“Johnny mumbled, leaning into my shoulder. I tensed. I knew he was drunk and all, but this was more than I expected from quiet little Johnny.
“What are you doing?” I snapped, pretending to be upset. Johnny seemed unfazed.
“Nothing.” Johnny laughed. I couldn’t help but smile a bit. We should get Johnny drunk more often.
“It doesn’t seem like nothing.” My smile evident in my voice. Johnny heard it too and smiled.
“You’re cute.” Johnny said out of the blue. I was a bit shocked. Johnny was never this talkative, nor this confident, and I have never been called “cute”.
“Excuse me?” I asked, gesturing towards my ears. “I think I misheard you.”
“I said you’re cute.” Johnny said, moving a bit closer to me. Half of me was screaming internally and the other half was feeling very attacked that Johnny was doing better at flirting than I probably could.
“Is that so?” I said with a smirk, deciding to turn the tables on drunken little Johnny. I leaned in a bit before putting my hands on the wall on either side of him, trapping him. “Prove it.”
Is definitely taken Johnny for a loop. There was a flash of surprise on his eyes before his drunken self returned, confident as ever. “Fine.”
His lips crashed into mine in a spontaneous way I never knew Johnny had in him. I moved my hands from the wall and cupped Johnny’s face, tasting the liquor on his lips.
We stayed there for a moment, enjoying the bliss that accompanied a kiss being reciprocated, before I pulled out my gun and shot his chest.
Johnny backed up in surprise and I smirked.
“After this we should definitely make out,” I made my way for the main room “But for now, I have a game to win.”
I looked over my shoulder one last time before re entering the game. Johnny looked stunned, lips plump from being kissed and eyes wide. I smirked and ran back into the sounds of angry cursing and laser guns.