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 #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 2).

  • Darry: "And what are your intentions towards my daughter?" Darry asked, on edge. Today was not a good day for Darry; work was horrible, and he just had to come home to find out that his little girl has a boyfriend, Jack Peters. Jack Peters was a middle class boy, but he wasn't all that average. He was tall, and pretty strong. He was the star quarterback of the Will Rogers football team. Ella was a very popular cheerleader, so it was obvious that they would date. Your daughter, Ella, failed to tell Darry that she was bringing her boyfriend of two months to meet you both. You knew about him, but Darry didn't. He was basically fuming when he saw Jack's arm around Ella's waist! "Well, sir, since I work two jobs and all, I wouldn't have much time to do any of that stuff, y'know. I-I mean, n-not that I want to, but she's real busy with cheer and I'm busy with my work and football practices." "Do you have good grades?" Darry pressed, intimidating him even more. "Dad, he's a great student!" Ella whined, but Darry ignored her. "I'm watchin' you both."
  • Johnny: "I'm actually very excited to meet this boy, how about you?" You asked your husband. "I guess. She's only sixteen, though! I don't think this dating thing is too hot of an idea." "Darling, we dated when we were sixteen." You sighed. "But still! Y'know what? I guess I am excited. It's great that Rebecca found somebody. What's his name, anyway?" He chuckled. "I think his name is Rob Coulson, not too sure." You replied. You heard a car drive in "Rob's here! Oh, he's here! Everybody be cool, and please, do not embarrass me!" Rebecca giggled, opening the door for her boyfriend. The open door revealed a young boy, about the age of sixteen, with big brown eyes and jet-black hair. He had light skin, and he had a large scar on his hand. His hair was somewhat gelled back, but not enough for him to be called a greaser. "Come on in!" You smiled gently at him. "I'm Mrs. Cade, and this is my husband, Johnny." "Nice to meet you, kid." Johnny smiled at him, holding his hand out for Rob to shake. "N-nice to meet you too, s-sir." He stuttered, groaning once he realized that he was stuttering. "Wait, he's scared of me? Kid, don't be. You have no reason to be scared. Right?" "Yes, s-sir." Rob stuttered again. "We'll work on that." Rebecca giggled, kissing Rob's cheek.
  • Two-Bit: "I mean, I thought that it was a common rule; that once you're in a Chinese restaurant, you have to eat everything with chopsticks! And when I thought of everything, oh - I meant everything. I even ate the dessert - ice cream, to be exact. I ate it with chopsticks, too! The whole restaurant was wonderin' how I did it. They gave me a whole round of applause." And at that, you and your husband were in stitches. Your daughter, Anne, brought over her eighteen year-old riot of a boyfriend, Cory. Personality wise, he was the spitting image of Two-Bit! He even had eyes full of mischief, just like Two. "Kid, you're somethin' else!" Two-Bit managed to choke out once he got out of his laughing fit. Cory just smiled widely; he had great, big pearly whites and a charming smile. His eyes were bright blue, and his hair was rusty-colored. "Hey, you know how to use a blade?" Two-Bit asked in all seriousness; if any boy was going to date his daughter, he better know how to use a blade when he needs to. "No, actually. My dad said he'd teach me one day, but he never got around to doing it." Cory said, sadly; Anne told you that his dad ran out on him and his mom, just the same happened with Two-Bit. "Well, if you want to learn, how about I help you?" Two-Bit shrugged. "I don't see why not." Cory smiled; he knew that you both would approve of him.
  • Sodapop: "I think it's real nice that Jane found someone." You argued. "I don't like it one bit!" Sodapop huffed. "Dad?! Are you serious? I'm seventeen!" Jane scoffed from the back seat, crossing her arms in protest. "Exactly! And I don't want you to get involved in the things I was in when I was just that age!" He mumbled. Jane groaned, her face turning red. "That's nasty! Okay, just turn this corner and we'll find Zack's place." Jane continued. "'Zack'? Nice name." Soda scoffed, turning into an lowly part of town. Small houses, run-down cars, basically everything you and Sodapop experienced when you two were younger. Sodapop parked in the driveway and you both got out, Jane way ahead. She rushed up to the front door and rang the doorbell. The door opened to reveal a Greek god; well, he sure seemed like one for his age. Wild blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and the strong, tall build of a superhero. He had a dazzling grin that got even bigger when he saw Jane. "Jane, you made it!" He said. He was even British! "Oh God, he reminds me of me! This is bad, I'm not happy about this!" Sodapop yelled, throwing his hands in the air. "Sodapop!" You sighed, your head in your hands.

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.

Preference #20: You play video games.

  • A/N: This is really new for me! Someone requested this and I'll try my best to write it! xo - Sophie
  • Ponyboy: "So, you just tilt the wheel like this?" Ponyboy asked. You nearly slammed your head into a wall; it wasn't that hard to understand! "Yeah, Pony, you do that." You sighed, finally taking the Mario Kart disc out of its box. "Don't blame me! I might even win first place." He huffed triumphantly. He ended up losing.
  • Sodapop: "Soda, how could you have possibly killed me?!" You gaped at him, nearly chucking the controller at his head. He just laughed at you. "Hey, it's not my fault you stink at Call Of Duty!" He laughed even harder now, clutching his stomach from laughing a little too much. "You know what, I'm leavin'." You hissed, obviously angry. You were the best at that game, how was he able to even come close to your score?! "Hey now, best two out of three?" He said, grabbing your hand and flashing you his signature grin.
  • Dally: "No, Y/N, you press A and then B!" Dally yelled at you, trying to stay alive in the game. "I'm no good at this, Jesus Christ! You kno- Dally, what did I do?!" You cried out, nearly about to give up. "Babe, you already died. You were lookin' at my screen the whole entire time. I hope you knew that." "Oh."
  • Two-Bit: "Doll, look what I found!" Two-Bit yelled, barging into your house. "What?" "Epic Mickey!" He sang, breaking the box open and sticking it into your Wii. "Turn on the controller!" He ordered, nearly peeing his pants of excitement. "Woah." You both sighed, looking at the graphics of the game before the starting menu even came up.
  • Darry: "And how come I haven't even heard of this game yet?!" He gasped, looking up at the item in your hand. You just bought Halo, and you decided to test it out with Darry. "Yup, I just bought it today. I don't get how you haven't heard, but that's okay." "I don't know why you're still standin' around, let's play!" You both ended up spending hours playing, until you finally finished the game.
  • Johnny: "Rock Band or Guitar Hero?" You asked Johnny, hoping he'd pick the latter. "Guitar Hero, why?" He responded as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. You punched the air in victory, and pulled out the video game and guitar-shaped controller out of the trunk of your parent's car. "No way, this is so cool!" He screamed out, clutching the items in his arms. "C'mon, I got the box fixed, let's go!" You giggled, grabbing his hand and running inside.
  • Steve: "Shoot that guy! No, not that one, the othe- Y/N, you're killin' me, literally!" Steve was yelling at you, trying to help you out, but he really wasn't being helpful. "Steve, how about you play for me?! I don't know how to do this!" You laughed helplessly, shaking your head and placing the controller on his lap. "No, no, no! Don't go! I promise not to yell at you." He grinned at you. You just shook your head and sat down defeatedly. "That's my girl. Okay, now press that button, move the joystick. No, babe, sto- oh, uh, kiddin'." He smiled a toothy smile at when he noticed that you were glaring up at him.

Preference #19: You both go on a trip.

  • Two-Bit: Now, let's be real here. Where else would Keith "Two-Bit" Mathews take you? You guessed it; Disneyland. You were happy to get the chance go on all of the rides, while he was nearly peeing his pants of excitement because he would get the chance to meet the one mouse that started it all.
  • Dallas: He took you to his home state, the famous New York. He may have lived there, but he apparently never lived close to Times Square. So, you two took the liberty in going on a little road trip all the way there. You both looked in the different stores and just took in the urban view of it all, something you'd rarely see in Tulsa.
  • Sodapop: You both went to Hollywood! With his good looks and your fashion sense, you both fit in just perfectly during your time there. California didn't have "Socs" or "greasers", they had people who knew how to entertain, and you saw a lot of them on every street.
  • Steve: He took you to New Jersey. With his cockiness and temper, it was as if he was a New Jersey native. You both went to the boardwalk and local fairs, looking for a way to make time pass.
  • Johnny: You both went to North Carolina. The scenery was absolutely amazing! The mountains were towering over you, causing your figures to both be extremely small. Once you both decided to hike up the mountains, you looked out and it was as if the world was endless.
  • Ponyboy: You two, of course because of your young age, were only able to go on a school field trip that was just considered a "real trip" because of where you were going. You two went to Kennedy Space Center in Florida, and you both were so interested by the massive rockets hanging inside the buildings and those outside for display.
  • Darry: You both decided to go to New Orleans. The music sounding out in the air was spectacular, and you two danced the nights away. The highlight of the evening was when the Sun was just hiding behind the buildings, soon passing the horizon.

Preference #18: How they celebrate your birthday.

  • *A/N*: I'm sorry that this was a little late! This is for the anon who's birthday was yesterday, I believe. <3 xo - Sophie
  • Dally: He made sure that there were no other parties going on at Buck's, so he threw a huge party with the help of the rest of the gang, himself, Buck, Tim Shepard's gang, a few greaser girlfriends, and your good friends from school. Of course, he didn't invite your parents, because he knew how much they disliked him.
  • Sodapop: Sodapop was famous for his wonderful cooking, but could he live up to the test of cooking a dinner for you both? That's what he decided to find out as he cooked up some mashed potatoes and fried chicken. and he somehow didn't set the kitchen on fire!
  • Darry: He had set up two small parties for you, one with the whole gang and one with just you both and his brothers. It was real sweet, he brought out a large, freshly baked chocolate cake from the fridge, and you all devoured it in seconds. Darry even pushed some cake into your face, leaving a mess in the house and starting an all-out food fight.
  • Steve: He took you out to the Nightly Double so you two can see the new Disney movie that you were dying to see, 101 Dalmatians. He knew how you absolutely loved the whimsy of Disney films, and he couldn't help but chuckle once in a while because of how the movie interested you.
  • Ponyboy: You ended up being sick on your birthday, so Ponyboy visited you instead and bought you a copy of a new book you wanted. You were a little too sick to even hold the book right, so Ponyboy read to you, causing you to fall asleep instantly.
  • Two-Bit: He woke you up on an early Saturday morning to get your birthday started off just right, and that was by watching Mickey Mouse. Then, you both ended up just watching more television and watching even more cartoons. The day finally ended with some cuddling and chocolate cake, even a drink or two.
  • Johnny: You claimed to know how much he cared for you and loved you, but he would always prove you wrong by showing you how much he really did do all of those things. Of course, you knew that he was a little tight on money, but he surprised you by buying you a beautiful diamond necklace which you now wore all the time.

Preference #17: Going shopping (Part 2).

  • Steve: Let's face it, Steve Randle wasn't one to stick around to shop with his girlfriend - at least not willingly. You begged him to come with you, and he just couldn't deny. He trudged behind you, while you power-walked throughout the whole mall. You could hear Steve yelling at you to wait, but you would just giggle and walk even faster. The faster he walked, the less of a chance there would be of him walking home, and he knew it. "C'mon honey, wait!" He panted as he tried to catch up to you. "Stop slowin' down! The more time you waste, the less time you'll see me in the little black dress!" You winked, turning around. And right when you winked, Steve started running at full speed.
  • Two-Bit: "Jesus, Two! Stop!" You groaned as you were trying to find a bra. You ordered your boyfriend to stay outside, but he would never listen to you. He was laughing loudly as he wore a red bra on his head. "What, doll? I'm just havin' a little fun!" He sang as he winked at you, pulling up a lacy underwear. You just blushed and ripped the undergarment from his hand, placing it back where it was. You noticed the other female shoppers shaking their heads in annoyance, and their boyfriends trying to not laugh, along with the workers.
  • Darry: "It's nice to have a day off." Darry smiled as he took a bite out of his pizza. You just nodded in agreement, taking a sip from his soda. You both just spent a few hours at the mall, and you decided to take a break at the food court. You bought a new skirt, and Darry treated himself to a new t-shirt. It was weird for you both, though; you had a busy job at The Dingo, and Darry also had little time on his hands because of his job. But, it was a good kind of weird since you both were spending quality time with each other.

Preference #16: They run into your ex-boyfriend.

  • Johnny: You were busy, so Johnny decided to hang out with Ponyboy. They were walking around, but Johnny stopped in his tracks when he saw your ex-boyfriend and his friends on the next block. Your ex was a greaser like Johnny, but Johnny was afraid of him, because he was muscular, strong, and a jerk. Johnny never really understood why you chose him over your ex, but he didn't complain.
  • Dally: It was during a rumble, greasers versus Socs. Everybody was taking part in the face-off; it was like a final showdown that you would see in an action movie. Dally was there, and so was your idiot ex; your ex-boyfriend was a Soc. You broke up with him because he cheated on you, and Dally was there for you during the break-up. Dally walked up to him and glared. "You the guy who cheated on Y/N?" He asked in his heavy accent. "Yeah, what's it to you? Never did like 'er, anyway, only 'er bod-." Your ex replied, but never finished talking. Dally socked him instantly, and an all-out war started.
  • Sodapop: "And then the pancakes burned! I made green pancakes for nothin'! I spent so much ti- Y/N? You there?" He joked, waving his hand in front of your face. But you just sat there, not paying attention to Sodapop, at The Dingo while staring at who was just outside the door. "Oh, God, no." You groaned as you hid your face in your hands, sinking into your seat. "What's wrong? Is it so-" Sodapop said, turning around to see what you were looking at, until you interrupted him. "No! Stop looking! It's my ex, he's here!" You hissed, pulling him back down. "Wow, he has a weird nose. What were you doin' with that guy?!" He asked you, gaping. "There's a reason why he's my ex, Soda." You reminded him, taking a sip out of your chocolate shake.
  • Steve: You made Steve go with you to the hospital because he broke his hand from punching some guy in the face. "I can't believe you punched someone, you're the one who usually gets punched!" You laughed when he snapped his head up to look at you. "Hey! That ain't funny!" He pouted. "It is to me." You said, kissing his cheek, then walking through the hospital entrance. "Hey, what's the big idea, pal?! Wasn't a punch enough?" You heard Steve yell as you were talking to the receptionist. "Well, I have a black eye, thanks to you!" You heard an all-too-familiar voice yell back. It was your ex-boyfriend. "Stevie, you punched him?! That's my ex-boyfriend! Good job!" You yelled, glaring at your ex-boyfriend who was gaping at you. Steve just smiled widely, because he knew that he sure did a good job.
  • Darry: You two were grocery-shopping, so you both split up and went to different isles. You reached the isle where the cake mix would be, and you noticed that there was only one more box left of vanilla cake mix, your favorite. You reached for it, but you froze when you heard someone's footsteps. "Is that the same thing you ate when I 'broke your heart'?" You heard the annoying voice of your ex. You cringed and turned around. "When 'you' broke my heart? Honey, I dumped you. Havin' fun with that broad?" You scoffed, taking your attention away from him. "No. I dumped 'er; I'm actually lookin' for someone else." He whispered, getting close to you. "Step away from her before I punch your face in." You heard Darry snarl. Your ex's eyes went wide when he saw Darry, and he was gone in a few seconds. "Thanks, Superman." You breathed. "You're welcome, darlin'. But, why did you go for the losers?" Darry asked, dumbfounded while putting his favorite soda into the cart.
  • Ponyboy: He was sitting in the back of the room in Science class, and you were sitting in the front. Sadly, you two weren't partners, so you both weren't able to talk to each other in class. Even worse, your ex-boyfriend sat at the table in front of Ponyboy, but the actual seat next in front of Pony was empty. "Y/N, I'm going to ask you to move seats today. Please move to the seat in front of Ponyboy." Your teacher drawled, and you felt yourself go pale. Your teacher had to be joking. You grabbed your things and moved to where your teacher told you to sit. In reality, there was no bad blood between you and your ex; you both mutually ended things. You just felt a little awkward. Your ex just smiled at you, and you managed to smile back, but Pony noticed your discomfort and kept a close eye on you both. Nobody was allowed to fool around with you, bad blood or not; you were Pony's girl, no one else's.
  • Two-Bit: You saw your ex drinking a beer, talking to some random kids. "Uh, Two, I need to tell you somethin'." You squeaked, nervously playing with the hem of your skirt. "What is it, sweetie?" He asked, walking with you on the way to a party. "Okay, my ex is here at this party, so stay away from him! I don't want drama, this party can't be ruined by tension. Oh no, he's there!" You rushed, not pausing for any breaths. He just stared at you. "Okay." He shrugged, and you were left in shock. You didn't ask anymore questions, and time flew by. You both decided to have a beer, and he went to the bar to get the bottles. You thought he'd be quick, but it took forever. He finally came, a smile on his face, and handed you the beer. "What was the hold-up?" You casually asked. "Oh, nothin'. I was gettin' a few beers and a guy complimented my jacket. He's sittin' righ' over there!" Two-Bit pointed to the guy, and you nearly spit out your beer. It was your ex, waving at you with a big grin.