A/N: I combined a couple requests to make this one! Also, starting soon I will only post every other day on this account because I want to post writing on my Guns N’ Roses blog as well! If you’re a Guns N’ Roses fan, follow @appetiteforgnrimagines
Word Count: 292
Warnings: Sex mention, STD mention
Pairing: It’s up to you ;)
I cringe at the sound of a slap that emits from the kitchen. Two-Bit, Dally, and Ponyboy have been fighting for the last half hour over who gets to take me out and, ultimately, be my boyfriend. I was flattered at first but soon realized that it could tear apart their friendship or make them all hate me.
“You wouldn’t ever take her out! You’re always in jail!” Ponyboy argues, sounding surprisingly confident talking back to Dallas Winston.
“You’d just want to read her stupid poems,” Dally scoffs. “And Two-Bit would make her do some weird Mickey Mouse roleplay in bed. Sorry, Two-Bit, but chicks won’t dig calling you Mickey and wearing mouse ears while you hit it from behind.”
There’s a loud thud and I’m pretty sure that it’s Dally that I hear a groan come from. “How would you know what chicks dig? I’m pretty sure you haven’t done half the girls you claim to.” Two-Bit snaps.
“I’ve done plenty of girls, Mouse Boy.”
“Then you probably have STDs,” Ponyboy interjects.
Unable to sit and listen to this any longer, I stand up and walk into the kitchen. “All three of you, sit.” They all start arguing, of course. “I said sit! Or I’m leaving and none of you are going to go out with.”
That shuts them up nice and quick.
“I know I have to make a choice. Obviously, I don’t want to because two of you get hurt.” Taking a deep breath, I look down. “Two-Bit, you’re funny and kind. Dallas, you’re loyal and tough. Ponyboy, you’re smart and creative. I love you all, but I choose…”
In a matter of a few minutes, Ponyboy managed to help Sodapop fake a smile for the rest of the night.
The two boys returned to the group with smiles on their faces.
You loved how happy Sodapop always seemed to be. You could not help but stare at him with great admiration.
You walked with the gang into the drive-in, and took a seat next to Sodapop.
You could tell something was bothering him badly. He smiled, but it never reached his eyes.
“Soda, you alright?” You asked with concern.
“Yeah, are you?” Sodapop joked.
“Great,” you said.
The night went on with little conversation.
A girl with blonde hair appeared in front of Sodapop, smirking at him.
“Hi Sandy,” Sodapop said to her kindly. This time, the smile reached Sodapop’s eyes too well to just be a little greeting.
“Why don’t you come get some coke with me?” Sandy charmed, biting her lip. Your heartbeat increased with your nerves. You were baffled with how this girl completely ignored your presence.
“Back off Sandy, he’s gotta date!” Dally shouted at her.
Sandy flicked her blonde hair to the side, staring at you.
“You’re not from ‘round here, are you?” Sandy asked you with a look of dismay.
You shook your head, feeling shy.
“Where are you from?” She laughed.
“Norman,” you spoke up.
Sandy laughed louder like everything in this moment was a joke.
“Norman? With all the rich guys? And you’re here with this broke greaser?” Sandy cracked.
Sodapop stood up angrily. He left before anyone could say anything. You debated between following him, or saving his seat.
“Beat it Sandy!” Ponyboy said.
Sandy left with a giggle and a glare towards you.
You ran a hand through your hair out of pure frustration.
“I’m gonna go talk to him,” you said.
You rose up from your seat to follow Sodapop.
He stood by himself in a basketball court across the street, lit only with streetlights.
You opened the fence and approached him, his head hung low with embarrassment for thinking he could pull a knockout like you.
“Hey,” you said.
Sodapop did not look up at you when he responded, “Hey Y/N.”
You reached out to touch his chin, lifting his head up slightly to look him in the eyes.
His eyes held emotions you have never seen in him before. The happy, adorable gentleman you have known for two days was replaced with a broken, ashamed boy.
“Soda,” you spoke softly, “I know everyone’s been sayin i’m just some rich girl who is too good for you,” Sodapop let a single tear slip from his eyes.
You wiped them away as you continued, “But I hope you view me as more than that, like how I view you as more than a greaser working at a gas station. If I thought I was too good for you, that i’d rather see a rich boy, I would have never came back like I did!” At this point, tears fell down both of your faces.
Sodapop stared deep into your eyes with hope. Hope that you did see more in him, for he only saw himself as nothing important.
Sodapop pulled you into a hug, his head buried in your neck.
“I viewed you as my everything,” Sodapop choked out in a sob.
With his arms still wrapped around you, he lifted his head.
“I know nothing about you Y/N, but I don’t think you know how much I want to learn,” Sodapop said.
He gave you feelings that you never felt before in the short amount of time you knew him. It was something crazy, but something so amazing.
“Well, why don’t we learn?” You smiled.
Sodapop nodded with his handsome smile once more.
Hand in hand, you both walked back across the street to the drive-in.
“Hey, you go ahead, I have to go to the bathroom,” you said.
“Alright,” he responded.
You made your way to the ladies restroom.
“Hey, wait up!” A voice called behind you.
You turned around and saw Sandy, jogging towards you with a little smile.
“Ya know you’re making a huge mistake, right?” Sandy said as she caught up with you.
Confused, you asked, “How?”
Sandy looked as if she was about to reveal her biggest secret. Fearful and shameful eyes, she started biting her nails.
“Sodapop’s bad news. Hell, worse than Dallas Winston in his own way! He’s going to use you, and then leave you behind. If you’re lucky,” Sandy started rubbing her stomach with sadness, “You won’t get pregnant like me.”
Your mind completely fogged up with hurt and confusion. Sodapop seemed too good for these accusations, but you saw Sandy’s tears of regret.
There was no possible way she was lying.
“W-Wait, why did you t-try to flirt with him?” You stuttered with shock.
“Because I wanted our child to have a father!” Sandy hollered at you.
Your body felt like it was going to collapse under pressure.
“Y/N, go. You still have a chance. Leave Tulsa and never look back!” Sandy gripped onto your shoulders.
You shoved her off, and took off for your car, not catching the devilish grin on Sandy’s face.
Leaving Sodapop was wrong, but what he did to Sandy had to be worse.
You cranked up your car while sobs escaped your mouth, and started your long drive back home.
Hey if you can could you write some headcanons of jealous johnny. Thanks
Yes girl and sorry this is like forty five years late
- he gets really quiet
- starts playing with his sleeves and his jean jacket
- ‘But Dally look at the way he’s looking at her.’
- he gets closer and closer to you
- OK THERE IS THIS ONE PICTURE OF JOHNNY WHERE HE IS TURNED TO THE SIDE AND LOOKING INTO THE CAMERA WITH A SMOLDER AND I FEEL LIKE HE WOULD JUST STAND NEXT TO YOU AND DO THAT TO LOOK TOUGH
- he then starts to put his arm around you and just stares the guy down
- YO HE GETS LIKE SILENT LIKE HE WILL NOT TALK AND JUST GLARE
- starts smoking
This is really short and I feel really bad
But people feel free to add on :-)
“Suddenly it wasn’t only a personal thing to me […] And it was too late to tell them that there was still good in it, and they wouldn’t believe you if you did. It was too much of a problem to be just a personal thing.”
-I shouldn't have gotten you in this mess, Ponyboy. You're only thirteen-
-CORRECTION, I AM FOURTEEN YEARS OLD AND A MONTH.
Right... That's what I meant-
YOU BEST BELIEVE IT. FOURTEEN, THAT'S RIGHT. F-O-U-R-T-E-E-N. JULY 22, 1951. LAST TIME I CHECKED, THAT WAS FOURTEEN YEARS AND A MONTH AGO. I'M ALMOST ON THE BRINK OF MANHOOD, JOHNNY. IT'S SO CLOSE, I COULD ALMOST TASTE IT.