Ponyboy sighed quietly as he snuck into the Shepard's house, his mind running through different ways that this could go wrong but not caring as he toed his shoes off and locked the door behind him.
He walked through the halls as quietly as he could, head feeling spacey and his eyes burned with tears unshed as he finally got to Curly's room; it wasn't hard to actually get there, Ponyboy had done this every night for the last two weeks.
Carefully sneaking in, Ponyboy darted towards the bed where Curly was waiting for him, a quiet sob escaping him as Curly pulled him close and maneuvered them so that Ponyboy was underneath Curly's weight; like Curly was a weight blanket covering Ponyboy and protecting him.