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Adeline hadn’t been the same since they came back from the hospital. She was quiet and she became suddenly distant from Remus. She wanted some time to think but at the same time she wanted someone there with her. She could tell in the way he acted that he thought she was pushing him away. That was the last thing she wanted to do.
Sadness wasn’t something Adeline ever dealt with well. It always ended with her having a blowup on herself. It only took something little to set her off. She dropped a mug and it shattered on the floor and that was all it took. Adeline flipped over the chair she had her hands rested on it and it crashed to the floor. Angry tears were streaming down her face as she tore her apartment apart. She needed a distraction and blowing up in her apartment was how she dealt with it.
There was a knock on the door as another mug crashed to the ground. She didn’t bother answering it. She stood in the middle of her kitchen as her tears hit the broken glass at her feet.
What people didn’t seem to understand is that, despite how
kind he is, despite how quiet, despite how much he loves you, getting into a
fight with Ponyboy is hell.
You had experienced it once or twice over the course of your
relationship, but it was always from the sidelines. Maybe it was a big blowup
with Darry or an issue with Curly Shepard or just a general fight with someone.
When Ponyboy fought, he got to you. He knew how to make people hurt, how to
feel bad about themselves. And he would do it. You never wanted to get into a
fight with him.
But that a lot to ask.
You knew it was going to happen when he came to your house
one day and didn’t kiss you when you opened the door for him. He looked angry,
and you figured that something had happened at home. You didn’t ask what was
wrong, then. You wanted him to have some time to cool off. Instead, you got him
a drink as he sat on your couch. When you gave it to him, you sat right up next
to him and started peppering kisses on his neck. He pulled away a bit, his face
stony, but you didn’t stop. In fact, you became a bit more persistent. Your
hand was working its way towards his crotch when he shoved you off of him,
“Can’t you take a fucking hint?” He snapped, and you wanted
to die. You were humiliated. You felt unwanted and embarrassed and that made
“What is wrong with you?” You replied, and he ran a hand
through his hair, resting the other on his hip. He started shaking his head,
pulling a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket along with his lighter. “Don’t
do that in here.” You said. “Don’t smoke in my house.” You didn’t add the fact
that your parents would kill you if they smelt it. Saying that would just
further humiliate you. He ignored you, lighting it anyways.
“Why are you always fucking nagging? Huh?” He said,
beginning to pace, and your eyes got hot. “Why can’t I ever have any fucking
space? All up on me like that? Seriously?” He went on, but you were only
halfway listening. It was bad enough that he was saying these things, but he
knew, he knew how worried you were all the time; worried that you’re a bad
girlfriend, worried that you don’t give him enough space, worried that you were
somehow messing up. He was confirming all the terrible suspicions you had had
from the very first day of your relationship. He was still going in between
puffs on his cigarette. You finally cut him off by standing up.
“You didn’t have to come over.” You sniff. “I really wish
you hadn’t.” You voice was shaking, but as you went on, you got stronger.
Angrier. “And you really don’t have to stay. Yeah, you don’t. If you hate me
that much, if I’m that terrible, if I’m all those things you’re saying, then
get the fuck out of my house. Break up with me if that’s all true. Leave.” He
didn’t move, he just stared at you, opening his mouth and closing it again, his
eyes slightly narrowed. “What are you waiting for?” You spat. “Get out.”
Ponyboy was fuming as he left your house, but by the time he
got him he was crying. He walked in the house to find it empty. He made his way
to the shower and rubbed his skin raw. He scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed.
He tried to make himself stop crying, but he couldn’t. Finally, he got out of
the shower and made his way to the living room. He sat on the couch for a long
time, chainsmoking and staring at nothing at all. By the time Sodapop came
home, Ponyboy had finished the pack he was on and started another.
“I’m home!” Sodapop called, going to kick off his shoes when
he spot Ponyboy. “Oh, hey Pony.” Soda said, Ponyboy didn’t reply, and Sodapop’s
eyebrows knit together as he made his way towards his younger brother. When he
saw him he knew that he had been crying. “Ponyboy…” Soda said, sitting next to
him. “What happened?”
“I think,” Ponyboy swallowed. “I think she broke up with
me.” He said, and then he proceeded to spill it all. From going to her house
angry because of some Soc-y assholes and how he had snapped at her and what he
had said to her and what she had said back. He was crying again by the end of
it. Sodapop was quiet.
“You said that to her?” He finally asked. “To Y/N?” Ponyboy
nodded and Sodapop felt a small surge of anger. He tried to suppress it, but it
still tingled as he continued to comfort Ponyboy. He knew that he should be
staying loyal to his brother, but he had known Y/N for a long time, and the
entire gang felt a sort of protectiveness over her. The fact that Ponyboy had
hurt her like that made him mad.
“Well…” Saodpop said. “How are you gonna get her back?”
“That’s a good question.” Ponyboy said, and it was true. It
was a good question… One he hadn’t even thought of.
He spend the rest of the night thinking of things he was
going to say to you to get you back. He was going to tell you how much he loves
you, and how much he didn’t mean it, and how he was just in a bad mood, and how
it would never happen again, and that you were his everything.
The next morning he went to your house, knocking on the door
and trying to resist the urge to smoke. You opened the door slowly, your eyes
narrowed. You tried to hide the fact that you had been crying just moments
before. It didn’t work, but it didn’t matter. You could see that he had been
All he said was your name, but it took everything you had to
not fall into his arms right then.
“What do you want?” You ask, wiping under your eyes with
“You.” He replied. He had so many things that he wanted to
say, but now that you were in front of him, and looking at him look that…
He looked away. “I want you. I love you. I’m sorry, god… Are
you okay? That’s a dumb question.” He dared to look at you again. You simply
stared back. “I didn’t mean any of it.” He whispered. “I like that you spend so
much time with me. I like that you like me just as much as I like you.” He
wanted to kiss you, but you were far away; or, at least, you felt far. “I can’t
promise that we won’t fight again, but…”
“You were so mean to me.” You said. “I was just trying to
make you feel better and you were so mean.” You shook your head. “Just go home,
Ponyboy.” He blinked.
“But… you’re my home.”
It sounded dumb. He knew it did, but he meant it. He meant it with every fiber
of his being. You were his home. And he was yours.
“You can’t talk to me like that, you understand?” You said,
and he nodded furiously. “And you can’t smoke in my house.” You said, and he
was grinning and crying and he grabbed your hand and pulled you against his
chest. He held you close. He was home.
God can someone please help me and donate money or something. I don’t even know where I can get help because I’m barely scraping by with this blowup rent. I don’t know where I’m supposed to fucking find $750 for rent and I don’t even know if a church could help me. If someone could just help or even give a tip that would be so fucking helpful.
That was literally the most awkward episode yet and of course the fake I love yous only added to it. As much as I love Brandon and Callie I need this to all blowup in their faces already so they can get their priorities straight.
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Do you think Nicky will sort of isolate herself from Lorna in season 5? I don't know why, I just have a feeling that she will that I can't explain. Then possibly by the end of the season they'll come together again after they realise they need each other after everything goes downhill. A bit like season 2, I suppose, but a different take on the angles. Like Lorna will realise she needs Nicky to help her get through her broken marriage, & Nicky will realise Lorna may help her stay clean.
I agree for the most part. I don’t think Nicky will pull away entirely but she’ll almost definitely pull back from Lorna. After that last blowup, I would think she wouldn’t be as upfront about her feelings and instead, go back to them being friends. Even more so if she keeps up with the drugs because that does make people withdraw.
In Lorna’s case, I could see her seeking Nicky out more as her marriage deteriorates because Nicky is someone she’s always had on her side but it’d be more of a cautious approach because of the drug use. I think no matter how you cut it, they’re not going to be patched up and over it by next season. Season 5 is going to be a huge season imo where everything finally comes to a head for everyone. The shooting, the guards, the relationships that are strained, and the prison itself. Everything is going to change. But I do see them coming back together by season’s end, hopefully with a happier conclusion than the one we just had.
Tbh I see why Day and Z laughed at Tiff because they genuinely won't take the time to step back and realize that they caused her blowup. They really think they're not to blame and honestly I'm through getting worked up over it. Not unstanning though.
What I’m pissed about is people in this tag acting like all we’re complaining about is that they laughed at Tiffany while she was crying, and not the weeks of isolation and shit talking and not giving a shit about her feelings for absolute no reason whatsoever. Or the fact that Day pretty much was the one who started to turn everyone against Tiffany…