Preference #21: They hear you sing (Part 2).

  • A/N: *Ponyboy's preference sucks. I'm sorry. I ran out of ideas. :( xo - Sophie*
  • Johnny: You were hanging out in the lot, not particularly expecting anybody to join you. Night was just about to creep up on the skies of Tulsa. The beauty that is a sunset just passed, and then you heard footsteps racing closer towards you. You turned, and instantly stood up realizing that it was Johnny. "Johnny, what happened?!" You gasped, his eyes were glassed over as he tried to keep in his tears. "I - my parents, I can't take it no more, Y/N. I just can't!" He groaned, kicking a pebble. You could tell that he felt both angry and sad, so you just hugged him. "Lonely guitar, is there no one who loves us? Lonely guitar, not a soul seems to care. The stars in the sky look like teardrops because I've been crying." You quietly sang the words to Annette Funicello's "Lonely Guitar". His weeping soon subsided and he pulled away from the hug, looking at you with wide eyes. "Glory, Y/N," He breathed, not able to finish his sentence.
  • Steve: "I don't get it, what's so bad about racin'?! Soda does it, too!" "Steve, that's not what I said! I don't even care about what Soda can or can't do. I said that you should be more careful! I never said that there was anything bad about it." You tried to keep your voice leveled. "You're basically tellin' me to stop because you don't like it!" He yelled. "I never said that!" You gaped. "Yes, you did!" "You are so stubborn!" You yelled, running up to your room, closing the door on him. "Hey! Open the door!" Steve screamed, slamming his fist on it. "Calm down. Calm down." You told yourself. An old lullaby that your mother once sang to you came to your mind. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are grey. You'll never know dear, how much I love you, so please don't take my sunshine away." You sang and sang quietly to yourself, your voice growing a little louder. You just didn't realize that Steve stopped knocking, and that he was flat on the floor, trying to look inside the room through the space at the bottom of the door. "Oh, my." He whispered, wanting to hear you sing some more.
  • Darry: "My boyfriend's back, he's goin' to save my reputation. Hey-la, day-la, my boyfriend's back!" You sang out as you were making breakfast for you, Darry, Ponyboy, and Sodapop. You knew that Darry would wake up soon, and that Pony and Soda would be sleeping for long, so you sang quietly. You heard steps and a yawn in the hallway, and you smirked; one boy is up, two more to go. You continued the song, keeping your voice at the same level it was before. You felt arms wrap around your waist, and a kiss was placed onto your cheek. "Nice song! Your voice ain't too bad, either." Darry laughed. "Shut it! Sound travels, y'know!" You heard Sodapop yell. "Soda, shut up!" Ponyboy groaned.
  • Ponyboy: It was in music class. The teacher was trying to figure out who would be a soprano and who would be an alto. "Y/N, you're up next." The teacher gave you a comforting smile, and you sang some notes, just for the teacher to get an idea of your voice and how it would sound in different songs. You finished and the whole class clapped; only some people knew that you had a really strong voice, but now you were happy that more people heard you and that you weren't nervous about it at all. You sat back down in your seat, which was next to Ponyboy. "Y/N, I never knew you could sing like that! Why didn't I hear you ever before?!" He smiled, causing you to blush.