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.”

Gang - Last day of school imagine.

                The bell signaling the end of last period rang and everybody screamed out in happiness. You see, it was the last day of school, and the year went by dreadfully slow according to the whole campus.

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Ponyboy and Peyton - Imagine for Anonymous!

“Peyton, would you just listen?”

“Oh, don’t worry. I am. I’m just not agreeing with a word you’re saying.”

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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?

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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.