Preference #26: He sings (part 1).

Darry: “I hate thunderstorms.” you whispered, turning to look at your boyfriend who was lying next to you in bed. “Baby, they ain’t that bad! Actually, I think they’re pretty cool.” Darry said, faintly smiling at you. He found it adorable, the thought of a brave girl like you being so scared of the weather. “Well, I do- oh my God!” you ended up screaming, the blasting clap of thunder scaring you out of your wits and causing you to frantically get closer to Darry than you already were. He cooed and then started shushing you, running his hand through your hair in order to get you to calm down. One thing he wasn’t a fan of was seeing you distressed in any way. This was the usual routine: you lay next to him in bed, you two share small talk, thunder claps, you scream, he tries to calm you down immediately. But, what he did next sure surprised you, breaking the usual routine: he sang for you! Of course, his voice wasn’t the best, but he sang a known favorite of yours, “Big Girls Don’t Cry” as sung by The Four Seasons.

Two-Bit: “Two-Bit, you’re drunk. Again.” you scoffed at him, trying to close your front door on him. Your parents were asleep upstairs, and you knew the rules: no company when the parental units were asleep. Especially if it was boy company. You almost got the door shut until Two put his foot in front of it. “C'mon babe, let’s have some fun!” he drawled, raising his voice with each word. The laughter that came out of his system was booming. You jumped, not because he frightened you, but because you were afraid your parents would wake! “Keith, now is not the time to act like a fool.” you snarled, getting angrier with your boyfriend by the second. He froze, his demeanor changing from a fun-loving drunk to a sad, sad man. “Wait, you really think I’m a fool, darlin’?” You widened your eyes and shook your head as fast as possible, realizing where this was going. “No, Keith, that’s not what I mean-” “You’re going to break up with me now, aren’t you?! I knew it!” “No! Two-Bit, stop being ridiculo-” you said, attempting to stop him from waking up your parents – and the whole damn neighborhood, but it was too late. “Well, since my baby left me,” he started singing, “I found a new place to dwell!” “Oh, no.” you groaned. His loud mumbling of the lyrics turned to even greater bouts of “Heartbreak Hotel” by Elvis Presley. “Keith, shut your mouth!” you tried to silence him, slamming your palm over his mouth. You looked him in the eyes, and you could see that he was a mess: about to cry, and not all there because of the liquor. You sighed, “Keith, you know I could never think of you as a fool. Granted, you’re acting real stupid right now, but a fool? No way. I would never break up with you for such a stupid reason. Hell, I don’t think I’ll break up with you ever. Now come on, we’re getting you home.” With that, you guided him to your dad’s truck, hoping to God your boyfriend wouldn’t barf any time soon.

Dallas: You and your boyfriend, Dallas, walked into Jay’s. He was laughing at you, “Face it, doll: you ain’t going to catch me singing. Ever.” Here’s what happened: you were trying to convince Dallas to sing along with you in the car to some swinging new song, but he wouldn’t budge. You should have known better; asking something like that to Dally was like asking Sodapop to stop looking like a movie star all the time. “Dallas, go be useful for once and save that booth over there, I’m getting some drinks from the counter. Go on, get!” You were still a little peeved. You always thought that no one should feel ashamed, embarrassed, or even weird about singing along to a real good song. You were always a musical person, so singing was normal for you. Before hitting the counter, you went on over to the jukebox and put in some money. Looking through the selections, you found one of your favorites: “Satisfaction” by the Rolling Stones. The song played on, wafting through the restaurant. Looking around, you could see that your choice was a good one, noticing the different people bobbing their heads and tapping their feet to the catchy introduction. Placing your order and soon getting your drinks, you made your way to the booth. You wanted to spook Dallas, so you hid behind him - yes, he was that clueless sometimes. You noticed that he was tapping his foot to the beat as well, and a grin made its way onto your face, only to be replaced by a look of shock. Did you hear, singing? Yes – although it wasn’t singing, he was definitely humming the lyrics, murmuring them from time to time. You leaned in behind him to whisper in his ear, “Got you.” He jumped at the surprise and groaned inwardly, “Yeah, yeah. I hope you’re satisfied.” You nodded your head slightly, chuckling at his now grouchy attitude, “Trust me, I am very satisfied.”

Preference #25: He uses a pick-up line on you.

**A/N: Yeah, I finally posted again… crazy, right? xo - Sophie**

Ponyboy: You were walking out of the movie house, on your way to meet a couple of friends at a little store a few blocks away. You simply minded your own business, growing more and more excited to meet your friends. You hadn’t had the chance to see them since the last day of freshman year. Summer was finally here, and you had to search and buy some cute clothes. You were set on reaching the store, until your attention shifted to a young boy far ahead of you. He looked around your age. You tried to study his appearance as you got closer to where he sat: he had light-brown, almost red, hair full of gel. You kept walking and paying attention to him, not realizing that you had already past the store. You snapped out of your reverie, finally taking the chance to observe your surroundings. You were lost for sure. Ponyboy after a few moments noticed your approaching figure, turning to look up at you. He tried to get your attention by coughing, and the cough was followed by a deep breath, “Are you lost, ma'am? Because heaven is a long way from here.”

Johnny: You were at the drive-in when you met Johnny. You were alone, though; you had originally come with your older sister, but she ditched you to go flirt with some guy. You weren’t going to lie: the guy she was flirting with was cute, but not cute enough to momentarily ditch your family for. You were front row, trying to hide your annoyance as you saw your sister speedwalk over to the guy. You sat for minutes, nearly zoning out until you felt a presence behind you. You heard a gruff laugh, and another voice trying to shush the person laughing. You shook it off, thinking the two troublemakers would get their act together, until you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned only to meet a pair of wide brown eyes staring right back at you. You knew who these eyes belonged to, though: Johnny Cade. You had gone into some internal shock. You loved how his eyes looked at that very moment. Hell, you always did. You looked next to him, only to see Dallas Winston, the great hood, smirking at his friend. “Go on, Johnny. Like we practiced,” Dallas whispered, nudging his side. Johnny’s eyes went wide, and he gulped. “Well, um, D-Dally thinks you’re kinda cute, but I don’t… I think you’re absolutely gorgeous!” And at that moment, you faced the fact that you were sold.

Sodapop: You got a call from your cousin, Steve. “Hey Steve, how’s work?” you asked. “Pretty good, I guess. I just finished up working on a car, so I’m going on a lunch break. Want to meet? I miss my cousin!” You laughed at his statement, “Aw, Steve! You just saw me last weekend! But I’ll go. I’ll be on my way to the DX to pick you up!” With that, you hopped into your old car and sped off to see Steve. You finally arrived, nearly jumping out of your car to go inside the station. You recognized Steve’s figure inside, and you opened the door. “Hey, Steve! You ready to g- oh, sorry,” you blushed, realizing you interrupted a conversation he was having with a co-worker. He looked at you, motioning for you to come closer. “Took you long enough! (Y/N), this is Sodapop, my best friend. Soda, this is (Y/N), my cousin. I’ll be back out, let me pick up my switch from the back.” And so he jogged to the back of the station. You and Sodapop shared your hellos and startede small talk, which led into an interesting conversation full of jokes and laughter. You couldn’t help but secretly gawk at his movie-star looks. Bright brown eyes, dark gold hair, and a killer smile paired with an extremely defined jaw line. After what seemed like forever, Steve finally found his blade. “Looks like Steve here’s going to kill our fun,” you joked. Sodapop only laughed more, bringing his eyes to meet yours before smiling again. “You’re real funny, y'know?” You only blushed, and he chuckled. “Well, let me tell you something, sweetheart: if delivering smiles was a profession, you’d be perfect for the job.”

Steve: Your mother was currently putting gas in the car, while you were walking up to the doors of the DX. The line was nearly out of the door, and you groaned inwardly. Your mother was definitely not a patient person! You didn’t need to have her yapping in your ear out of petty annoyance. After an infinity, it was finally your turn. The guy you recognized as Sodapop ran towards the back of the station. He called out the back door, “Steve, get your sorry butt out here! I need to restock the shelves, and we can’t keep customers waiting!” “Calm down, Soda! I’ll be right out!” You heard in response. Minutes were passing, and you started tapping your foot out of impatience. You heard footsteps and looked up in eagerness, only to met by a cute boy and his toothy smile. His smile only got wider, “Wow. Sorry, don’t think we’ve met. I wouldn’t forget a pretty face like yours.”

Dallas: To say that your friend’s birthday party was “wild” was a complete understatement. If anything, you didn’t even know where she was! So here you were, with your boyfriend of five months, trying to find out if any of your other friends from school were there. “Babe, she was saved enough to rent Jay’s out for her birthday?!” your boyfriend asked, wide-eyed. You could only nod your head before you spoke, “Yeah, she did. I just didn’t think she’d have the whole she-bang.” There was alcohol, a live band, and enough food to feed a small army. You and your boyfriend looked around even further for familiar faces and your boyfriend had a big smile on his face, “(Y/N), I found my friends, I’ll catch up with you in just a bit. Hang tight!” With that, he was gone in the crowd. You huffed, looking around in a desperate manner, trying to find somebody you knew. Your search continued for a few minutes until you felt a hand wrap around your waist. A gruff, yet smooth, voice met your ears, “‘Scuse me, miss, you taken?” You stiffened, moving his hand from your body. “Yes,” you grimaced, “I am.” You turned to the man after you said that, and froze at the sight of him. It was Dallas Winston. You had only seen him before from a distance but you didn’t think he was that handsome. His arm returned to it’s previous place on your waist, and he guided you to the dance floor. You froze once again, you weren’t going to let him act this way with you! “What do you think you’re doing?! I’m taken!” He only shrugged, his grin only getting bigger, “Doll, I didn’t hear you say 'happily’.”

Two-Bit: You were at The Dingo with your best friend sharing a basket of fries. It would have been some nice bonding time if it hadn’t been for the rambunctious group of boys across the restaurant. You groaned, “Lord, they’re annoying.” Your friend giggled, “But they are kind of cute.” You shook your head, “I’m not going to bother looking. Their annoying ways are already getting to me - their looks won’t redeem themselves.” Your friend only shook her head at you, “You’re missing out on quite a view, I must say.” You sat in silence but couldn’t help asking the golden question, “Greasers or Socs?” “Look for yourself.” You sighed and looked, and your sight was instantly captivated by one guy with greased hair, a Mickey shirt, and pretty intense sideburns. But at that same moment, he looked your way… and it seemed that he was doing that a lot, unknown to you. You broke eye contact, feeling the blush reach your face. Your friend lit up, “I knew it.“ You glanced discreetly at him and saw him say something to his friends, getting up from his seat. "Oh my, he’s coming this way. What do I do?” “Can’t help you there, sugar. Sorry.” your friend responded. And then you heard an unfamiliar voice: “Sorry, but you owe me a drink.” You slowly lifted your head up to meet the eyes of the cute boy. You gulped, “Why is that?” He only let out a hearty laugh, “Because when I looked at you, I dropped mine, darling!”

Darry: You felt as though junior year was going to be horrible for you. You just switched schools and you barely knew anybody except for one or two girls who you were close to becoming friends with. Also, It was only a week into the semester and you already had trouble with the material being taught. One of the girls, Mary, came up to your locker one day and asked you something you never thought you’d hear so quick into the year, “Hey (Y/N)! Listen, there’s a little party that’s going to happen at my house. I’m inviting everybody, especially the cuties from the football team,” she winked, “Anyway, I thought you’d want to come too. I wanted to give you a warm welcome to the school and make an effort to reach ou to you. Want to go?” You appreciated the kind gesture and accepted. Two days passed and there you were, standing on her doorstep, too nervous to walk in. You smoothed out your light pink skirt and took a deep breath. You rang the doorbell and some random teen opened it. Mary was nowhere to be found so you just made your way to the snack table and got yourself some punch. You felt eyes on you though, and you looked out the corner of your eye to see one tall boy coming your way, muscles and all. From what you could tell, he was cute. “Hi,” you heard, “I’m Darry.” You turned around and met a chest. Boy, was he tall. You craned your neck to look up at him, only to see the face of a god staring you down right back. He opened his mouth to speak again, “May I just say, you must be one hell of a thief, because you stole my heart from across the room.”

OH MY GOD. WHAT EVEN.

So, on 11/14/13 (yesterday), I reached 1,000 followers on this blog.

One thousand beautiful people. I can’t even comprehend this right now.

Thank you to every single person in this fandom. I never realized how big, how supportive, and how loving this fandom is.

We all may get into some drama on here every now and then, but we get through it as a family. Just like the group of greasers we bond over.

I cannot even believe the fact that one thousand people read my writing. I don’t think I can explain how happy it makes me to write for you all and be complemented all the time by you all. I just, wow.

I’ve kind of realized that most of this fandom is, like, DEAD (message me if you’re still here!). But, for any of you who are still out there and stuck by me, thanks. You’ve obviously stayed gold.

I remember when I started this blog. I was at my grandparents house, sitting in the EXACT same spot where I’m writing this now (also known as my bed). But I never expected this. I am so flattered and I’ve met so many great people because of this blog.

I guess I should stop writing before the waterworks come on. Now, who’s ready for that new preference?

image

xo - Sophie

To everyone who submitted for my contest (and the rest of my lovely followers)! I also have a few great changes I’d like to announce…

I’m pleased to say that I received all of your awesome entries and messages. May I just say that I really appreciate your kind words! I love you all, I really do.

Now, here’s the good part, DRUM ROLL PLEASE: I FINALLY DECIDED I’M GOING TO COME BACK TO THIS BLOG 24/7.

LIKE, POST IMAGINES AND PREFERENCES AGAIN FREQUENTLY.

LET’S PARTY.

Here’s the inside scoop: I’m currently trying to finish writing chapter 3 of my George Weasley story. I slowly feel myself getting deeply obsessed once again with The Outsiders (Not going to lie, I sort of stopped going on this blog as much because I felt myself drifting. *sad face*), so I’ll try to start up preferences again and write more imagines, and even write another chapter of my Dallas fic!

So, starting next Friday, I’m getting back on track with this blog.

I realized that I have a family on this blog: you guys. I can’t wait to continue writing for you all once I get in the swing of things at school. (HIGH SCHOOL IS GREAT, MAY I JUST SAY. STAY IN SCHOOL, KIDDOS.)

And one more thing, do some of these amazing things (your choice):

  • Enter my contest if you’d like.
  • Send feedback about this blog and my other blog (I’m going to post writings of other fandoms there, including Harry Potter).
  • Follow me on both blogs. If you’re cool.
  • REQUEST STUFF! PREDICT EVENTS! QUESTION THE UNIVERSE!

xo - Sophie

I FINALLY DID IT.

I MOVED “Blood For Blood” TO MY NEW FANFIC BLOG.

image

Go follow it, I’m still going to update once I figure out what I want to do with my new George Weasley fic. And you might was well follow my personal while you’re at it!

xo - Sophie

Preference #24: You're insecure (Part 1).

  • A/N, please read!: *I'm not too sure if this would be triggering to some, because I'm not necessarily writing about the moment you self-harm. But, just in case, there will be a trigger warning for this preference. And anyway, I'm not too proud of this one, but at least I'm finishing it! xo - Sophie*
  • Dally: You looked at yourself in the mirror and sighed. You weren't the greaser girl that everybody thought Dally would end up with sooner or later just for a one-time fling. But that's what bothered you; you didn't know if Dallas was just using you for his gain, or if he even considered being serious with you. And anyway, nobody ever saw you as the kind of girl to date him. As time passed, you became more and more visibly insecure. Dally finally noticed and he'd surprisingly try his best to cheer you up and make sure that you were okay. He wasn't the best at cheering people up, but whatever he would say would be good enough because you knew that he wasn't a boy who'd easily show his feelings.
  • Two-Bit: "Hey, Two! Lookin' for a blonde?" You heard once, when you exited The Dingo's bathroom and saw another greaser obnoxiously talking to your boyfriend. "Oh, Two, if you ever want a girl who can really take a joke, call me." A stuck-up Soc girl purred to your boyfriend right after you told her off for insulting you. The constant comments of how you weren't good enough really hurt you. And that one time where Two-Bit got Marcia's number really bothered you. You were one to easily let people walk over you and manipulate you, sadly. Your self-esteem was always lowered once it shot up. Two-Bit would always tell you that you were perfect for him though, that there was a reason why you were his girl.
  • Sodapop: Honestly, dating Sodapop Curtis isn't a walk in the park. Every minute of his shift at the DX would be full of pretty girls and flirting. With your busy schedule and loads of homework, you couldn't go to the DX and at least make known that you were his girl. He noticed soon enough that you were feeling a little put down by all the girls flocking to him, so he'd sometimes go and pick you up from school to show that you were with him. Almost all the girls that would flirt with him went to your school, so they soon backed off once they saw that he was yours and off limits.

Preference #23: He sees you drinking, or he finds you drunk.

  • Ponyboy: It was a New Year's Eve party, but you didn't drink regularly. You just had a glass of champagne to celebrate with your friends and family. You were a lightweight drunk, so you got drunk really easily. You kept hiccuping the whole night through and nearly tripping on your own two feet. You bumped into your best friend, Ponyboy, who caught you so you wouldn't fall. "You're drunk, aren't you?" He asked, chuckling. You only hiccuped in response, never getting the chance to answer properly.
  • Two-Bit: You were giggling like crazy, staring at the bottle of beer in your hand. "Bottles are weird." You laughed, taking another swig of the drink. "Hi, I'm Two-Bit and I love to drink beer!" You impersonated him, finishing with a booming laugh similar to his. "Y/N, open up!" You heard his voice from outside, and you skipped over to the door so you can open it. "Hi, Two-Bit," You hiccuped, holding the bottle loosely in your hands. His eyes just widened, and he laughed that booming laugh you tried oh-so-hard to impersonate. "Can I have some?" He said, grinning.
  • Dally: Buck was having a party, and you were planning on hanging out with your friends; the gang, or so you thought. Ponyboy wasn't allowed to go, Johnny didn't feel like going out, and Darry was staying with Ponyboy and Johnny. Sodapop and Steve had a long shift at the DX and Two-Bit had to babysit his little sister. You and Dal were the only ones still willing to go. You finally got to Buck's, and saw Dal at the bar. You came up behind him, and took the newly refilled shot glass from out of his hands, drinking whatever was inside. Dally turned, about to yell at the jerk who had a lot of nerve stealing his drink, but he only smirked when he saw you. "You drink?" He laughed incredulously. "Yeah." You shrugged, asking the bartender for another.
  • Steve: "And everybody's goin' to get ripped!" You remembered when Steve told you about that party he wanted to throw once the greasers won that huge rumble. So, you took the liberty of throwing it for him. You invited every greaser in town, and turned it into a huge block party. Snacks, drinks, dancing, music, and more drinks. People arrived soon enough, and everybody had a blast. Steve gave you a huge hug out of thanks. "Y/N, I really can't thank you enough. Want some soda or somethin'?" He asked, doing anything to repay you. "Can you get me a beer?" You asked sweetly, giggling at his extremely surprised reaction.
  • Sodapop: Lately, you were drinking away your sorrows as you recapped everything that happened in the last month. Dallas died, Johnny died, your boyfriend cheated on you with your best friend. You haven't been truthful to your other best friend, Sodapop Curtis. He didn't know you were drinking this much, especially when you were underage. You went to the DX, thinking only Steve was working, because he was the only one who knew you were drinking. "Steve, I need beer fo-" "What do you mean 'beer'?" Sodapop yelled, and you froze. "Soda, it's no-" "No, Y/N, you're not gettin' one drop of liquor no more." He said.
  • Darry: It was your birthday, so what would one trip to the bar be without your best friends? You already celebrated your birthday with the gang the night before, so now you were with your friends from college. You went dancing, and you all had a couple drinks. There were plenty to go around since it was a really small group. Sadly the night ended, and you were all more than tipsy. You got home, and you couldn't stop smiling from all the fun you had. You threw your purse onto the couch, and let out a small giggle when you saw Darry in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and staring at you. "You look like you had fun."
  • Johnny: "The things a fake I.D. can get you." You laughed to yourself, sneaking into the drive-in. You had smuggled a bottle of beer in your jacket, creeping through the hole in the busted fence surrounding the drive-in. You saw a familiar black head of hair sitting in the back row, so you snuck up on him. "Boo." You whispered in his ear; he jumped out of surprise, but relaxed when he saw you. "You seem happy." He smiled at you, motioning you to sit down. "I got a new bottle, that's why." You smiled cheekily, winking at him as he laughed quietly.

Preference #22: Your daughter brings home her boyfriend (Part 1).

  • Dallas: "Dal, when Jade brings her boyfriend over, you need to be as civil as possible. Maybe you can even say as little as possible." You reminded your husband, taking his beer. "Hey, I was drinkin' that! I can't believe she's bringin' a boy over. Who said she could?! She's only 17!" He groaned, running a comb through his hair. You shook your head, chuckling; it was cute how Dally was being so overprotective. "We're here!" Your daughter's calm voice rang out like a soft bell; Dally always said that she presents herself like you, but has his temper when she saw something she didn't like. "I'm not sure they'll like me, babe." "Michael, they will. Mom, daddy! Meet my boyfriend, Michael Sawyer." You nearly dropped Dally's beer at the mention of the name. Word spread through Tulsa that Michael Sawyer was just like the "old" Dally; violent, tough, careless, intimidating. You composed yourself, and found Dally glaring at Michael already. Michael had an unlit cigarette hanging loosely in his mouth, and his arm around Jade's waist. His black hair was greased back, and his icy blue eyes were glaring back at Dally. He was very tall, lean, and handsome for his age. "Nice to meet you, Michael." You stuck your hand out for him to shake. "Likewise." He grinned, shaking your hand. You nudged Dally so he could do the same, and he reluctantly did. "I swear to God almighty, you hurt my little girl and I'll kill you. Y'dig?" "Dad!"
  • Steve: "So, Jerry, where do you work?" Steve asked your daughter's boyfriend, Jerry West. You, Steve, Jerry, and your daughter, Mallory, were sitting at the dinner table. Steve was doing the "mandatory interview" to see if he approved of the guy your daughter was dating. Jerry was a few inches taller than Mallory, but he wasn't too tall. He was really muscular, too. He had brown hair that wasn't greased back. He seemed like a total greaser, but he dressed according to the fact that he was meeting his girl's parents. You could tell that he was trying his hardest to please you both, and it was quite funny since you could tell that he had recently gotten a broken nose; you were good at noticing that because of how many times it happened with Steve. You found out from Mallory that Jerry was a straight-A student and that he was able to maintain those grades with a busy schedule. "Well, I work two jobs. I work during the day at my grandpa's repair shop. We fix up cars, give new paint jobs, all that jazz. Then I work during the night at a bakery on the same block as The Dingo. It may not be the finest area, but I'd anything to support who I love." Steve nodded; you could tell that he approved of Jerry's determination and pride; Steve claimed that he saw himself in Jerry, but you don't see it.
  • Ponyboy: "Hi there, Mr. and Mrs. Curtis. I'm Andy Porter." The lanky boy stood in front of you. He had took off his sunglasses, revealing his big hazel eyes, and hung them on the collar of his sweater. He had nearly perfect teeth and short blonde hair. He was obviously a Soc, but you were glad that Jessica wasn't going for a greaser; not many greasers were the best. Andy had a copy of "The Great Gatsby" in his hands. Andy put the book in his other hand to greet you both correctly. "Nice to meet you." Ponyboy said, shaking his hand; Pony wasn't keen on the fact that Jessica had a boyfriend now. Jessica was still his little girl. She'd always be. "'The Great Gatsby'? Nice choice." You smiled, pointing out the book in his hands. "You read a lot?" Pony asked him, his eyebrow cocked. "I do, actually. I'm planning on reading 'Gone With The Wind' when I'm done." "Really? Well, I have an old copy of it, feel free to use it when you'd like. Just be careful with it, gone through a lot." Ponyboy shrugged; it caught you off guard since he was being so collected. He was even offering the book he read to Johnny in the church! "Oh, really? Thank you, sir!" Andy gaped, his eyes shining brightly.

Preference #21: They hear you sing (Part 1).

  • Sodapop: "And then he kissed me!" You sang along to the radio, dancing around your kitchen. One of your favorite songs came on, and it was "Then He Kissed Me" by The Crystals. The whole song was about an innocent love: meeting him, going on the first date, having your first kiss, taking him to meet your parents, and whatever else would happen in the future. You kept singing and singing, but you didn't know that Sodapop was there listening to your voice and watching you dance. "Nice voice." He grinned. You nearly fell to the floor out of surprise and looked at him, his grin growing even more. "Th-thanks." You stammered, regaining your balance. "Sing some more!" He clapped, sitting down. You just smiled at him and continued singing the song even though it was already done playing.
  • Dally: "All of my love, all of my kissin', you don't know what you've been a-missin', oh boy!" Your hums turned into strong murmurs as you looked around the record shop and heard the famous Buddy Holly song make its way through the air. You felt a still presence a few feet away from you, but you shook it off; the person was probably just trying to find a good record. "You like Bill Haley?" A gruff, male voice asked. You rolled your eyes and turned to face the guy. "It's not 'Bill Haley', it's 'Buddy Holly'." You scoffed. "Sorry, I don't listen to Soc music." He mocked, starting to walk away. "I'm as much a Soc as you." You hissed. He stopped in his tracks and turned to you. He smirked and nodded his head lightly. "Good to know." He chuckled. "What's your name?" He asked, stepping closer. "Bill Haley." You joked, your smile wide.
  • Two-Bit: It was the annual talent show at Will Rogers High, and you were nervous because you were going to be singing but even more nervous though because Two-Bit would be there. "I can do this." You thought as the previous act left. "Now we have Y/N and she'll be performing 'Jailhouse Rock'!" The host cheered as the crowd clapped, but you heard Two-Bit, Johnny, Steve, and Ponyboy in the audience cheering. You got on stage and quickly set up. You strummed the guitar using the right chords for the song's beginning. "The warden threw a party in the county jail, the prison band was there and they began to wail. The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing, you should've heard those knocked out jailbirds sing, let's rock!" You sang your heart out and everybody was on their feet dancing. You ended with the riff and the crowd went wild. "I never knew she had a voice like that! That's my girl!" Two-Bit yelled, smiling like the Cheshire Cat. You ended up winning first place and Two-Bit wouldn't stop bragging to the gang about your hidden talent.