Preference #2: First fight (Part 2).

  • Ponyboy: You and Ponyboy were planning a date at the movies, and you wanted to watch a movie that most people would call a "chick-flick". "C'mon, let's watch it. It'll be really nice!" You insisted, trying to get him to say yes. "No! Let's watch that new scary movie!" He whined. You rolled your eyes at him. "There's goin' to be too much blood! I don't want to get scared." You said, shaking your head. He just scoffed at you. "Wow, you're such a priss." He mumbled, but it was loud enough for you to hear. You just looked at him surprised. "Really, Pony? I'm sorry that I don't feel like cryin' my eyes out." You said, angry with him. "Fine, I'll go watch it with the gang instead." He smirked, knowing that you were riled up and walked out. The next night, you didn't feel like going anywhere since your plans were all messed up. You were dressed in your pajamas, and you were just moping around. You were about to drift off to sleep until you heard something hitting your window. You saw pebbles being thrown. You ran to the window, careful to not get hit, and saw Pony smiling up at you. "Well, what are you waiting for?! Let's get to the movies! I brought tissues!" He laughed.
  • Steve: You weren't able to see Steve at one of his races, since your shift ran late at the last minute. You got home, only to find Steve drinking a beer and looking angry. "Hey, I'm sorr-" You started, but Steve interrupted. "Sorry don't cut it!" He grumbled. "My shift ran late, don't blame me! I wanted to come and watch but I couldn't. I'll go next time." You said. "Well, how do I know that you're not cheatin' on me?" He whispered. You almost dropped everything you had in your hands. "Are you serious, Steve?! Okay, I'm done with you. I'm goin' to bed. Have a good night, I guess." You ran up to the room, not bothering to change into pajamas. You woke up the next day to find somebody's arms wrapped around you. You tossed and turned to see Steve still sleeping. You leaned in and left a kiss on his nose. He stirred and woke up. He saw you looking at him and frowned. "I'm sorry." He said. "It's okay. I love you." You whispered as you snuggled into him.
  • Sodapop: He was working extra hours at the DX causing him to come home a little late, but you were furious with him. It was your one year anniversary, why did he have to work longer now?! He walked into the house with the biggest smile on his face, and your face just showed the exact opposite of happiness. "What's wrong, baby?" He frowned, trying to kiss you but failing when you dodged him. "Do you know what day it is, Soda?" You asked him, faking sweetness. He thought for a moment, and you were about to explode. "Uh, it's Friday?" He asked, clueless with what you were asking. Your eyes widened and you were probably going to strangle him if you didn't control yourself. "No. Guess again!" You mockingly laughed at him. "Uh, it's trash day?" He laughed nervously. You just shook your head and pushed past him up the stairs. "What's the big deal, then?" He yelled at you. "Well, for starters; happy anniversary, Sodapop Curtis!" You cried, shutting the door to your room. You left your room a few hours later to find a trail of rose petals starting from your room all the way down the hall. You followed it, of course, only to find Soda holding a silver necklace in his hands and candles everywhere. "Wh-what's all this for?" You said, breathless. "For you. Happy anniversary, Y/N." He smiled at you.
  • Darry: You were upset with him, since he's been really moody lately. You didn't know why, but you were going to find out no matter what. "Hey Darry!" You smiled at him, hoping to see that he was in a good mood today. "Hey." He said. "What's wrong? You've been down lately. Can I hel-" "No! Just stop talkin'." He groaned. You finally had enough of this. You knew that you didn't deserve this. "You know what, Darry? I just try to help you out whenever I can, and this is the thanks I get! I'm done." You cried, standing up from the couch until he stopped you. "Y/N, I'm sorry. It's just that my boss has been threatenin' me lately sayin' that he was goin' to fire me. I've been really stressed lately, and I'm sorry that I've been treatin' you horribly these days. Forgive me?" He explained, staring at you with his beautiful eyes. You thought about it for a moment, and then sat back down. "You're lucky I love you!" You exclaimed as he tackled you with kisses.

Preference #1: They get jealous/over-protective.

  • Two-Bit: Whenever he sees a boy look at you too closely, all he needs to do is pull out his trusty switchblade and yell "Get lost!" to scare them away. Then, he would just look at you and give a cheesy grin. Sometimes he didn't need to scare them off, but you thought it was really sweet of him!
  • Johnny: Ever since he got jumped, he's been extremely nervous. You always calmed him down, but whenever he saw a Soc looking at you the wrong way or treating you badly, he held your hand tight and just told you to ignore them. You were his princess, forever and always.
  • Sodapop: You would visit him every week at the DX and you two would just hang out, have fun, and talk all at the same time. You had a great time until Soda went to the bathroom, then a guy came to the station because his car had a flat tire. He was flirting with you, until he saw Soda get out of the bathroom and glare at him. Even though Soda was a nice guy, nobody could talk to his girl like that without any consequences.
  • Dally: You were at one of Buck's parties with Dally and the gang, when you felt a hand touch your butt. You turned around in shock, about to yell at the pervert who did that, but you saw that Dally was already taking care of it; and that meant that the pervert wouldn't get out of this fight without a broken arm.
  • Darry: People instantly saw Darry as an intimidating guy, even though in reality, he was a big ol' teddy bear. That just resulted in guys barely hitting on you, but people wanted to hit his weak spot, and Darry's weak spot would get hit if anybody ever hurt you. You two were just walking home from the Dingo, when you noticed a car following you both. Whenever this happened, Darry would tell you to run home and that he would take care of everything.
  • Steve: He was all muscles, so he would fight and easily win. You and the gang went to go watch him and Soda race one night. You had a great time, until Paul Holden winked at you. You ignored him though, sticking close to the gang. The race ended, and you were making your way towards Steve, until somebody stopped you. You turned to see Paul smirking at you; he was about to say something until Steve punched him out of nowhere and started a fight. You sighed; you were tired of the same fights every other night, but you knew he was only trying to protect you.
  • Ponyboy: You two met on the first day of school, so you were obviously "fresh meat", as they would say. He would walk you to your classes, and make sure that no bullies started any trouble with you. No way would he let anybody try to hurt you or get you in trouble, and you loved him for that.

Ponyboy gets drafted. (Part Two.)

Five years passed, 500 letters were sent and replied to, but it felt like infinity without Ponyboy Curtis by your side. You waited for him every single day to walk through that door and yell “I’m home!”, but it never happened soon enough. You still visited the Curtis brothers and the rest of the gang, but it was never the same without him. Soda went to Vietnam three years instead of five like Pony, and now without Dally and Johnny here, it was never the same. You always asked Darry if there were any updates on Pony, but he always responded with a sigh; that definitely and sadly meant “no”.

But one day, things were totally different. The gang was sitting on the porch, but they didn’t talk to you; they didn’t even say hello.

“Hey, guys.” You breathed out, walking onto the Curtis’ porch to do your daily visit. They said nothing, absorbed into their own little worlds to even acknowledge you. “Hello?” You asked again, wondering if maybe they had the decency to talk to you. But, there was no response.

You were a little upset though, because you didn’t know if you did anything to make them ignore you on purpose. You shook it off though; they would come around soon enough. “Alright, since you all want to be jerks and not talk to me, I’ll just get a piece of chocolate cake and go on my way.” You huffed, making your way into the unlocked home.

The minute you walked in, you noticed a large shadow out of the corner of your eye. You turned around frantically, noticing the boys were still outside and you were the only one indoors. You chuckled silently, and walked over to the kitchen. “Stupid hallucinations, always gettin’ the best o’ me.” You huffed. The boys walked in together soon enough, and sat down on the couches, staring at you. You walked over to them and gave them a piece of your mind.

“Guys, why’re you starin’. I’m kind of mad at you all for ignorin’ me; this ain’t helpin’!” You snapped at them with your hands on your hips. You glared until a voice sounded from behind you.

“I could see why they’re starin’. You’ve become even more beautiful since the last time I saw you.” The voice said. You dropped everything, gasped, and turned around fast enough to give you whiplash. Even though the voice was way deeper than you remembered, you could still identify that voice anywhere.

“Ponyboy!” You yelled, then crashing your lips onto his. Five years without him with you; five years since you’ve been this close to him. He’s gotten taller, and his hair darker. It still had the signature grease, and his eyes seemed tired. The boys cheered and whooped in the meanwhile of you and Ponyboy reuniting. You both pulled away and just held each other in your arms, your tears cascading down your cheeks like diamonds; even Ponyboy was crying, and he usually didn’t cry that much.

“I love you Pony. I’m so glad you’re back.” You smiled as you looked into your eyes.

“I’m goin’ to stay, Y/N. I’m done there. I ain’t goin’ back. I ain’t leavin’.” He smiled back at you, sneaking one more kiss onto your lips. You finally felt at peace again, he was back in your arms for good.

Ponyboy gets drafted. (Part One.)

                “Why are you leavin’?! You always leave!” You screamed at the boy in front of you. “Give me a good reason why.” You whispered after a few moments. “I got drafted, Y/N. I’m goin’ to Vietnam in a week.” The boy whispered back to you.

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You woke up with a jolt. You’ve been having the same dream for at least three days straight now. You couldn’t tell who the boy was in the dream, and that scared you most. Was it your best friend, Johnny Cade? Or even worse; was it your boyfriend of eight months, Ponyboy Curtis? You were breathing hard as your brain went crazy trying to figure out who it was.

“Y/N, you okay? Had a bad dream or somethin’?” You heard Ponyboy mumble; you felt bad instantly, you woke him up again. “It’s nothin’, babe. Go back to sleep.” You assured him with a weak smile.

He gave you a face that basically screamed “You ain’t foolin’ me this time!”, and you just shrugged your shoulders at him. What could you tell him? You’ve been having dreams of a mystery boy that you seemed to love dearly? He wouldn’t be too happy to hear that.

“You’re not goin’ back to sleep ‘til you tell me. So get to it.” He said, propping himself on his elbow to face you. You breathed deeply; here it went.

“Pony, would you ever leave me? Like, not in the sense of breakin’ up with me, but, leaving?” You asked him. He bit his lip and broke eye contact with you; you were shocked, because you knew that he did that when he was nervous. Other than stuttering.  Which he did. A lot.

“I’d ne-never leave you, Y/N.” He stuttered. “Well, why’re you stutterin’?!” You squeaked at him. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout.” He said, not stuttering but letting his voice go up a few octaves; something he also did when nervous.

“Then stop makin’ it so darn obvious that you are!” You raised your voice at him and stood up from the bed; you were getting mad at him and he knew it. “You’re always accusin’ me of somethin’; it ain’t my fault I have to leave!” He yelled; but his eyes widened as soon as he realized what he said.

“W-what?! What do you mean by ‘have to leave’?! Why are you leavin’? You always leave!” You screamed at Pony. A few moments of silence and stares passed, so you spoke again. “Give me a good reason why.” You whispered.

“I got drafted, Y/N. I’m goin’ to Vietnam in a week.” Ponyboy whispered back to you.

A/N: I’m thinking about splitting this into two parts! I’ll post the second part tomorrow. I loved writing this even thOUGH IT KIND OF CRUSHED MY HEART.