—could you do something with johnny having a japanese gf please it’s okay if not!!! i would understand!!!!
you’re totally fine! i can absolutely write something for you love, i hope you like it! i apologize if this is to stereotypical it wasn’t my intention i just wanted to include certain things into it due to the request xx
he absolutely adores you
like it’s a whole other level of adoration
from the moment he saw you it’s been nothing but heart eyes
you two met when you moved just a couple houses down from him
he saw you struggling to carry some boxes
so he offered to help you
ended up staying the whole day
you were extremely bashful at first
and johnny found this cute
a few months after getting to know each other more he asks you out officially
of course you said YES
he was so happy and didn’t know what to do
there was definitely a few awkward kisses at the beginning of the relationship
he just didn’t want to force you into anything
when you become more comfortable then it wasn’t as bad
loves to hold your hand in public
tries to learn japanese to impress you
he isn’t very good but you encourage him anyway because you think it’s cute
you mutually respect each other’s lifestyles
which is super important in your family
your parents instantly liked him (which you surprised about)
and the gang thinks you’re cool
when johnny is over at your house he’s super respectful and polite
which your mom and dad appreciate
he tries everything to impress them
LOVES when you make him food
will literally eat anything you bring for him
johnny enjoys learning about your culture
doesn’t mind if you talk in japanese around him
in fact he likes to listen
squeezes your cheeks a lot to make you blush
he’s the first one to come to your defense at school if someone is bullying you
literally will walk miles to the nearest asian market to buy you your favorite snacks
casually knocks on your window late at night to surprise you with them
@woahcurtis—hey ! i really liked that soda x singer head cannons… could you do an imagine of it? :0
really sorry if this seems rushed! i just wanted to get your request done since you’ve been waiting for a little over three weeks…aaah so sorry i just have a ton of requests i’m trying to knock out, but i hope you enjoy it. super fun to write xx
those who wish to sing always find a song. this was a quote you have lived by since you were a little girl. as the years blew past the one thing you never grew out of was your passion for music and singing. growing up in a musical family allowed you to be more in tune with your hobby. your parents were so supportive and encouraged you to keep going after your dream and to sing your heart out whenever you can. soda was probably your biggest fan - besides your parents and family of course.
he was there for every performance, every song. the loudest to cheer and the last one to leave. you couldn’t thank him enough for all the love he gives you. every night after your shows he surprises with with a bouquet of flowers, which warms your heart.
“they’re beautiful,” you bring them up to your nose. “and smell amazing!”
“i knew you’d like them,” sodapop blushes.
as you’re leaving the bar you can’t help but notice the tons of smiling faces and clapping people looking in your direction. the adoration feels so unreal. even if tulsa is somewhat small it still feels like millions. every performance feeling a little better then the last.
“so i was thinking…” soda trails opening the door for you, “we should celebrate.”
“celebrate what?”
“your musical success!”
you laugh. “i’m not that successful, yet.”
“in my eyes you are,” soda gushes. “always will be.”
you can’t help but feel a sudden flutter in your heart. sodapop was one of the many reasons why you never gave up on your dream. his support means everything to you, and most of your songs are written or partially inspired by your relationship.
“but anyway back to celebrating, i have a surprise!” he grabs your hand dragging you to the car.
“soda slow down!” you shriek.
“oop sorry babe.”
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as you’re driving to this super secret location you wonder where he could be taking you at this hour. i mean it’s almost midnight to no other places are open besides a few bars. as your mind wonders you hum a few notes to yourself, the relaxing drive inspires a melody. you can feel soda glancing over at you every now and then, he has always loved watching you in your element. how passionately you sing the notes, the thought you put into every lyric. soda wishes he could feel that same passion.
before you can ask how much longer he puts the car in park, you look around confused as to why he drove you into the city. you look over at him, waiting for him to explain further, but he’s just staring at you.
“uh sodapop…where are we?”
“okay look,” he sighs running his long fingers through his hair, “promise me you won’t get upset.”
“okay? why would i get upset? where are we?” you ask a bit panicked.
“i’ve been makin calls all day. and i think i finally got you a interview with a very well known music producer, he also manages his clients,” he explains.
you can tell by the ways he’s looking at you that he’s trying to read your emotions. but your poker face is to good, which makes him even more nervous.
“i-wow i don’t know what to say.”
“are you mad? i mean i never meant to go behind your back but y/n you’re a star, you deserve to be heard my everyone i wanted to try and help you get a bit further but if i made you ang-”
“SODA!” you cut him off. “i’m not mad.”
“oh thank god,” he leans back relieved.
“just nervous as hell, how did you get him to meet with me? or even see me this late?”
“it’s long story, let’s save that for later. right now you have a meeting to get to!”
soda hops out of the car, rushing around to open the passenger side door for you. when you’re finally out he gets into the back seats grabbing your acoustic guitar before you make your way into the huge building. your nerves are through the roof as you look at the massive structure in front of you.
“you’re going to be amazing, like always,” soda squeezes your hand lightly. “knock em dead.”
you slowly walk up to the front desk where a older lady sits scrolling through a computer screen. she greets you with a smile.
“what can i do for you?”
“i uh have a meeting with your music producer..”
“andrew starks,” soda adds.
she nods and pushes a clipboard towards you. it’s full of different names and signatures.
“just sign in and mr. starks will see you shortly.”
you sign your name as neatly as you can, grateful for your school for teaching you cursive.
“today might be the start of everything,” you look behind you where soda stands.
he smiles brightly at you, tears welling in his eyes.
— can you do an outsiders reaction where the reader has too much on their plate (work, school, etc.) and their SO asks them if they’re ok and the reader just bursts out crying from stress?
i did add a couple different sceneries! because i didn’t want to write the same thing for each of them, but it all has the same feel to it!! xx
your boss decided to call you into work last minute. it’s only been a few hours since you returned home. which means you haven’t even gotten enough sleep to feel replenished. you wished so badly to tell him no, but he’s extremely hard headed and strict. especially towards the woman that work for him. and, you know you could use the extra money, as you’re putting on your uniform you can’t help but feel a sense of tiredness, it’s so overwhelming it makes you start to feel weak at the knees. you immediately call out for darry.
“what’s wrong y/n?” he asks worriedly.
“i-i’m just so tired,” you cry out. “i feel like my boss never wants me to have a break.”
you sit in the chair that rests in front of your vanity. you’ve never felt this exhausted in your entire life. darry takes notice at your weakened state, he hates to see you so worn out. it’s not normal for you to lack energy, you’re the most bubbly person he knows.
“okay, lets lay you down,” darry slides his arms under your legs and carries you over to your shared bed. you’re more than capable of walking yourself, but you don’t complain.
“just take a nap and rest awhile you need it more than anyone.”
“no,” you struggle to escape his strong hold. “i can’t i have to go to work.”
“not today, you’re not goin’ in i don’t care if i have to go talk to your boss myself,” he pulls the blanket over you tucking you in warmly. “rest now.”
“thank you, darry.”
you’ve been working towards your masters degree in psychology for the past two years. you’re so close to being done but it’s so much work and the assignment you were just assigned is crazy difficult and time consuming, you try to push yourself to get more done before bed, but eventually your hands start to cramp from the all the typing, your muscles ache from the hours of sitting at your desk. soda comes into your room when he gets home from work. he’s immediately concerned when he sees you hunched over with your head in your hands.
“y/n…” he questions. “you alright?”
it doesn’t take much for you to break. all the stress finally came piling down on you.
“hey,” soda kneels down lifting your chin so he can see your face. “relax.”
“there’s so much pressures on me,” you vent. “this assignment is impossible.”
“nothing’s impossible for you,” he reassures. “you can do anything. i just think you need a break.”
“yeah i definitely do, will you lay with me for awhile?”
“of course i will,” he smiles shyly.
you anxiously walked up the tall stairs into your HS, today was the day of your history presentation. this is what you’ve been dreading for the past week. public speaking wasn’t at all something you were comfortable with or liked doing, and it doesn’t help that you aren’t friends with anyone in your class, well besides ponyboy. he’s the only one you speak to.
you meet him in the hallway, putting your book bag and unneeded things in your locker. ponyboy noticed your hands shaking as you closed the door.
“you scared about this whole history thing huh?”
“uh- a little,” you shrug trying to hide your nerves.
“you’ll be fine,” he tries to reassure you.
but before you can walk away you can already feel the familiar stinging sensation starting to build up in your eyes, your heart rate accelerates, you feel like you’re drowning and can’t reach the surface.
“i can’t breathe,” you say as sheer panic overtakes your body.
pony’s face softenes. he grabs your hand dropping his books, taking you into the nearest closet.
“shh just look at me okay?”
you nod focusing all your attention on him. he runs his fingers through your hair while wiping a few tears away from your eyes. you take slow steady breathes. this isn’t the first time he’s had to help you get over a panic attack. once your breathing gets back to normal again, you feel like you’re finally ready to go to class.
“okay,” you breathe. “let’s go.”
“ uh we’re gonna need a late pass… unless you want to spend the end of the day in detention.”
you look down at your watch noticing you’re about six minutes late to history.
“damn it!”
it’s been a busy night at the movie theater. you’ve tried your best to fill everyone’s orders while also working the cash register. your boss previously complained about how many workers there are on each shift so he cut back. sadly this leaves you to try and get so many things done at once. the stress of it all is starting to really affect you, but you can’t quit. you need this job more than anything right now so you can afford to get books for school.
even though your boss a jerk you do somewhat like this job, you’re a people person so seeing familiar faces every week puts you in a good mood, but every now and then you’ll get a disrespectful customer. this time it was a group of boys, you recognize some of them from the college you attend.
“what shit movies are playing tonight?” one of them asks while skimming through the candy.
“can you read? look at the boards outside..” you try your best to keep your cool.
“i don’t think you employees are allowed to talk to us paying clients like that,” his demeanor quickly shifts.
“hey we gotta problem here,” you hear a voice from behind the guys. knowing immediately who it is.
they quickly scurry off, as dallas pushes himself to the front of the line.
“you okay doll?”
“i am now,” you say softly as you wipe just a single tear from your cheek. you didn’t really care about the boys but it never feels good to be embarrassed at your place of work.
“don’t let those jerk offs make you cry.”
you nod and sneak in a quick kiss before dal leaves.
“why can’t he do it this time! i’m going to be late!” you argue. your parents have asked you to clean the house again for the third time this week, and you normally don’t have a problem with helping out but your brother has been sitting in his room playing video games all day and you need to be somewhere. you feel like they always pick you at the most inconvenient times, and the worst part is johnny is waiting for you outside, you’d hate to make him wait.
“your brother is sick and slow! it would take him an hour to even sweep the kitchen,” you mom says as she puts her coat on.
“he’s not sick! he’s playing video games!”
“do it y/n! or you and johnny won’t be going anywhere tonight,” you dad warns as he slams the door behind him leaving you in a mess.
“WHATEVER!”
you collapse on the couch, breaking out into a full on crying fit. it feels like your parents are punishing you. johnny must have heard your cries from the front porch because without knocking he opens the front door, approaching you slowly.
“hey you okay?” his asks trying to help but this only makes it worse.
your cries get louder and johnny is completely stunned. he’s never seen you this emotional. you’re almost positive he’s going to think your absolutely insane after tonight.
“my parents hate me!” you say dramatically.
“i don’t think that’s true.”
“they are always making me clean things or do everyone’s chores,” you sigh. “we can’t leave until i sweep and mop all the floors.”
“well i’ll help ya,” johnny offers.
“really?!”
“yeah, but we better get started…” he pulls you up from the couch bringing his jacket sleeve up to your eyes so he wipe your tears away.
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“i get that ma’am but i don’t have the receipt.”
“then i’m sorry hun…we can’t exchange it.”
you were trying to get a new shirt for two-bit. the one that you previously ordered had came in to small. but since you ordered it off the store website you didn’t have a paper receipt, and your order wasn’t showing up on their computers, which made you frustrated.
“so there’s no way i can get a new one? or even just get my money back?” you question.
“i’m sorry,” the cashier shakes her head obviously uncomfortable with the situation.
you don’t respond, instead you leave the shirt on the counter and walk out. it might not be a huge deal for some people but you didn’t have a lot of money. and you were out 25$, with nothing to show for it. when you get home two-bit is lazily slumped over the arm rest of the couch, drinking a beer.
“hey baby where’d you sneak off to?”
“the clothing store down town…”
“what’s up? you seem upset?” he asks lifting himself up from the couch.
your shoulders slump down as you bring your heads up to cover your face.
“wow wow don’t cry! sorry for askin.”
“no it’s not that,” you tell him. “they wouldn’t let me exchange your shirt today.”
“and that’s what you’re cryin over?” two-bit laughs wrapping his arms around your frame. “it’s fine.”
“i just wanted you to have something special.”
“you’re all i need y/n.”
steve had decided last minute to stop and get gas at the DX before the two of you finish your date. this annoyed you a little since you tell him every morning to just fill up while he’s at work, i mean makes sense right? but with his forgetful nature it’s hard to keep him on track with things. when you pull into the gas station it’s pretty empty, only one car parked along the gas lineup. steve steps out to pump and you go into the store to pay. when you walk in you’re met with a very rude and arrogant man who pushes you aside so he can be helped first at the register.
“excuse you sir?” you’re taken aback. “i was in line first.”
he laughs not offering you a response. the lady working the register meets your gaze and mouths “i’m sorry” in your direction. she must not be a very confrontational person, which you understood.
“i’m only paying for gas it won’t take long,” you add hoping the man will let you go since steve is waiting outside in the freezing weather.
“not my problem, you got somewhere to be?”
“actually yes, i do.”
“dressed like that?” the man scoffs. laughing as he scans up and down your body.
you might not have name brand clothes like him, but they weren’t dirty or disgusting looking. as he hands the lady his credit card to pay you can’t help but hang onto his cruel insult. right before you’re about to storm out the doors, steve runs right into you, latching on tightly to both sides of your arms. you lean your head into his chest.
“hey what’s goin’ on?”
you wrap your arms around his waist, crying softly as you reply the mans insult over in your mind.
“that man he-he was being a complete jerk!”
“what did he do?! huh did he hurt you!” steve becomes more aggressive.
you shake your head.
he takes out a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes your eyes gently, while also trying not to smear your eye makeup. you laugh at his sweet gesture.
“you’re the best,” you lift onto your tiptoes placing a small kiss on his forehead.
“i know,” he smirks. “now let’s go outside before that jackass leaves i wanna give him a piece of my mind.”
Prompt: Can you please do a second embarrassing brother where the reader and Michael are now dating he and he comes over for dinner and it just gets more embarrassing + a lot of fluff sorry for bothering you, I just really love your writing!
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Somehow, some way your crazy boys managed to not scare off Michael. By the end of the school year you were the talk of the school. A greaser and a soc dating was like something out of a book, hardly ever seen in real life. But, no one dared to question when they saw you two kiss each other on the field. Michael didn’t care and that’s what mattered, if anything he enjoys his leather jacket wearing girl. His parents didn’t know fully who you were, and that was your idea. Michael and his sister helped camouflage you. For one night you looked like the people you despised.
You weren’t angry with him about it. You knew he wasn’t ashamed of you and it was a precaution to keep the relationship going. At your house you two could do as you please. Today was one of your weekly gang dinners and for the first time Michael would be tagging along. Sure, he had been around the gang before and had even had dinner with your brothers. But this, this was different. The boys were known to get piss-drunk, fight and yell. They would run outside doing flips and screaming, even Darry joined in. This wasn’t just dinner.
This was a party in true greaser fashion.
And somehow Michael managed to invite himself and well- you couldn’t really oppose it without causing a fight in your amazing relationship. He was so kind and understanding the least you could do is swallow your pride and let him see this part of you.
Everything was going great you were just waiting on Dally and Darry. The boys surrounded the tv and you sat on the couch your head in Pony’s lap as you were both reading, listening for the timer to go off in the kitchen. You had made a simple lasagna, something you knew all the boys would eat. You sat up as you heard heavy footsteps coming from Darry’s work boots. You walked over and quietly opened the screen door.
“Thanks, baby,” he whispered as he kissed your head. You both walked into the living room as all the boys waved hi.
“Dar” you said quietly, “I know you desperately need to sit but, if you could please shower first- I’d greatly appreciate it.”
“What do I really smell that bad today?” Dar said with a knowing smirk.
“Aw, don’t take it personally, Superman” Two piped up turning away from the small screen for the first time in the past two hours. “Her boyfriend’s coming tonight so she’s got a stick up her ass” You gasped as you leaned over to smack him across the back of the head. “I do not have a damn stick up my ass.”
“Language, Y/N” Darry said sternly. “I’ll head in there now, do you need me to make dinner too?” You shake your head as you slowly pushed him towards the bathroom door “alright, alright- baby, I get it, I’m goin’ ”
Soon after the timer went off and you went into the kitchen to finish up dinner there was a light knock at the door. Before you could even speak the boys all raced to the door and crowded a very nervous Michael Adderson. The chatter got louder and louder as you raced out of the kitchen.
“Guys please get away from him”
“Aww baby we’re just messing with him.” Soda smiled at you “It’s my job as a big brother.”
“Well now your job is to take the boys inside and set up for dinner, big brother” Soda rolled his eyes as all the boys hollered with laughter.
“Hi, darling,” Michael whispered holding out the bouquet he was clutching. “These are for you.”
“Oh, wow,” you slowly took them from his hands. “I- um-” No one had given you flowers since your father was alive.
“Oh man, did I do something wrong?”
“No, no why would you think that?”
“You’re crying,” He stepped closer to you wiping away the tears that had run down without your notice.
“No, I’m okay. It’s just the last person to buy me flowers was my father.” Michael nodded staying silent as he pulled you into a hug. He placed a kiss on the top of your head as you slowly pulled away from each other.
“C’mon, I got to put these in water and we are just waiting on Dally.”
The boys were already seated in the living room awaiting your cue to finally eat. Another hour had gone by and you shifted from your spot on the couch next to Michael.
“Do you guys know where Dal is?”
“Haven’t heard from him today, baby” Soda said
“None of you have?” The boys all yelled out no, their eyes fixated on various readings and the episode of Mickey that danced across the screen.
“I’m gonna call Buck’s and maybe he knows where he is,” You turned and kissed Michael’s cheek before heading into the kitchen. You sighed and leaned against the wall anxiously awaiting Buck’s answer.
“Yeah?” The sounds of the party roared through the phone.
“Buck?”
“Who’s asking?”
“Y/N curtis, Look Buck, is Dal with you?”
“Uh yeah he just went up stairs to get some sleep.”
“Can you please get him for me?” You heard a groan and the slap of the phone hitting the table. A few moments later you heard Dals voice on the other end.
“Dallas Winston.”
“What, Baby?”
“Where the hell are you?”
“Buck’s, you know that-”
“Dal, what day is it?
“What the hell are you on?”
“What day is it Dallas?”
“Shit-”
“Mhmm”
“I-”
“Just get your ass over here now.” You slammed the phone on the receiver and headed back out into the living room.
“He comin’?” Soda asked turning away from the tv. You glare at him and walk back over to Michael.
“What to you think,” you sneered “he fucking forgot”
“Ooo Baby Curtis used a naughty word” Two-Bits cackled You reached behind your back taking the pillow off the couch and whipping at his. As it smacked him in the head he let out a groan. None of the boys tried to even speak and they all turned back to the tv as you felt Michaels hand snake around and lay on your back. Your face begins to grow hot as you realize what you just did in front of him.
“Baby, you need to breathe” Michael whispered in your ear
“Sorry” You whispered back leaning into his embrace.
The shower finally shut off, it had gone on for so long that none of you had remembered that Darry was in there, until he emerged in just an old green towel.
“Ay-o Superman, Did you forget your clothes?” Two-Bit screeched with laughter causing everyone’s attention to go towards the eldest brother.
“Shut Up, Two, I just need to grab my calendar.” He shuffled over to his bag that was left by the door and grabbed his little book that contained your whole life for the next year. Yet, with every single footstep you didn’t think you would make it that long. “Hi, Michael,” He moved closer towards you, still gripping the towel tightly as possible to avoid one of the boys tricks.
“Hi, Darry,” Michael reached out his hand for Darry to shake while you leaned closer to the 5 boys sitting on the floor, though you weren’t really directing it towards Johnny and Pony.
“Pull his towel and I swear to god, you will never get another girl in this town again”
“Y/N” Soda reached out to grab your hand “Come with me” You nodded standing up with him, leaving Michael chatting with Darry who still has yet to return to get clothes.
“Dar-” you started gaining his attention “please” Darry looked confused for a second before realizing what you meant and excusing himself.
You tightly held Soda’s hand as he led you to your room. Shutting the door behind you. Darry’s bedroom is next door so you quietly listened to make sure he actually was in there and not talking to your boyfriend while moving one hand could reveal all. You sat at your vanity to check out your hair while Soda leaned against the wall.
“Baby, you need to breathe.”
“I am breathing, Soda, that’s how you stay alive.” You stared at him through the mirror a smirk unfurling from your lips.
“You know that’s not what I meant” You sigh, turning towards him. You fill your eyes start to fill with tears as your throat burns.
“I’m really trying, Soda.”
“Oh, baby we all know you are.” He walked closer to you and wrapped you up in his arms as the tears began to fall. You sat there for a bit unable to get the words to form in your mouth. But, Soda didn’t judge he never did, instead he just sat with you, stroking your hair like the lost little girl you felt like.
“Cmon baby, dry those tears, you can’t have your boy seeing you like this.” You chuckled at his words as you rubbed your face attempting to be careful of the slight makeup that adorned it.
“Y/N” Pony yelled barging into the room. You turned towards him ready to yell but the look on his face changed your tune. His wide eyed glance and heavy breaths proved to you that it was more than just his impatience. “It’s Dally.”
You quickly followed him into the living room where Dally was laying on the couch, the boys all surrounding them, including Michael.
“What are you all just standing there for?” You croaked, attempting to keep the emotions at bay. You moved closer to Dal, the boys moving out of the way. It wasn’t too bad a few cuts and a black eye, from the way he was tightly clutching his chest possible bruising. “Soda get some face cloths wet and dry, Pony get some new clothes, Johnny get me the first aid kit, Michael can you go find me a hair elastic, Two get some water, and Darry and Steve, help him sit up so we can get this shirt off of him.” The boys all nodded and ran to their respective spots in the house.
“You know baby, if you wanted to see me naked this bad all you had to do was ask.” He divulged.
“Shut up, Dal.” You quickly turned taking the hair elastic from Michael and throwing your hair in a terribly messy ponytail as Darry and Steve lifted him up. You tried to focus on your hair going through the scrunchie avoiding Dally’s grunts of pain. You turned back towards the boys and straddled Dal’s legs to hold him in place and lessen his movements as the boys slowly peeled his shirt off.
“Oh man, not in front of your brother, Y/N” You let out a loud laugh looking down at Dal and seeing him crack a small smirk.
“You’re disturbing-”
“And you love it.”
“Mhmmm sure.”
You took the first aid kit from Johnny giving him a kiss on the cheek and a soft “thank you.” You then wrapped up his chest hoping you guys could avoid a hospital visit. The boys laid Dally back down and you organized the supplies. It took about 20 minutes of soothing words and careful actions before his cuts were finally clean and you guys could get back to life.
“What happened Dal?”
“Ran into Shepard,” You sighed.
“Don’t scold me.”
“I’m not scolding you,”
“That sigh tells me other wise.”
“I’m not gonna scold you, Dal, I just helped you, now i suggest you stop.” You cautioned, giving a softer glare.
“Dinner?” Steve suggested
“Don’t look at me,” you laughed, “I cooked.”
The boys let out a laugh and headed into the kitchen to serve themselves. You stood up and plopped on the couch next to Dal.
“You’re welcome for saving your ass.” Dal scoffed at you rolling his eyes and attempting to hide the smirk that was forming on his lips.
“Whatever floats your boat,baby”
“That was badass,” Michael gasped, you didn’t notice that he was still standing there and you felt your cheeks begin to heat up.
“Thanks,” You stood up off the couch and moved closer to him. “I’m sorry for all the craziness.”
“Are you kidding? In my house it would’ve just been talks of football and the latest golden boy.”
“So you’re enjoying yourself?” You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer to your chest.
“Immensely” You both leaned forward, lips meeting in the middle. You started to move your hands to his grease free curls. He smiled into the kiss and pressed harder.
Suddenly a wolf whistle sounded throughout the room and Two-bits annoying cackle followed causing the two of you to pull apart.
“Shame, shame” Ponyboy laughed
“I know your name.” Two-Bits screeched. You turned towards Michael kissed him on the cheek before turning back to the boys. They stared back at you like the cowboys in those movies Pony likes. You smiled at them and started running in their direction, and they smartly ran out the door. All of you hootin and hollerin as you did gymnastic trick Darry had taught you when you were younger. Soon you all fell to the ground laughing.
As embarrassing as they are you wouldnt change your gang of brothers for the world.
I was watching from the window of the kitchen as a police car rolled up. Soda was at the table finishing his homework. Darry was in the shower and Ponyboy was in the family room with Dally and Johnny. I heard a knock at the door as the shower shut off. I thought it was going to be a policeman bringing Two-Bit but it wasn’t. Three policemen stood at my door with solemn looks on their face. They told me they were looking for Darry and I welcomed them inside as they waited. The gang gathered in the kitchen as Darry spoke with the policemen. I hit the floor…. My parents are dead.
I woke up with a scream, tears were running down my face. Within seconds I heard the creaky door whip open and the comfort of Darry’s arms around my chest. He tightly held me as I thrashed and kicked, “THEY CAN’T BE DEAD!” I screamed over and over again. There was nothing Darry could do other than attempt to quiet me to avoid waking my brothers.
“Sh,” he spoke lightly squeezing me tighter to his chest. “baby, you need to snap out of it.” Soda and Pony ran into the room slamming into the door with wide eyes. This wasn’t the first night this had happened and I pray every night for it to be the last. But, to no success and no sign of a way to calm the nightmare, this was life. If it wasn’t me, it was Pony but, when it comes down to it though I’m living in hell I’d rather be the one to brace it than my brothers.
“I-I’m sorry g-guys..” I whispered, my voice hoarse from the screaming.
“It’s okay baby girl, everything is okay” Darry whispered as he looked up at my brothers. “She will be fine, get back in bed.”
“Em-” Pony started, I gazed up at him forcing a smile. He was our worrier and as he was he baby the important thing was for us to This had become a routine since mom and dad died in the car accident almost a year ago. Darry is the only one who can calm me down out of my brothers, but Dally has become accustomed to waking me from my nightmares as well. Dally isn’t as bad as everyone thinks, he just doesn’t understand love. Though all excuses aside without us, he’d be hood. All the boys treat me like their little sister and are all extremely protective of me.
Darry slowly laid back still clutching on to me, I nuzzled my face into his chest.
He smells like dad…
I listened to the sounds of Darry’s slowing breath as he fell back to sleep for the last few moments before sunrise, his chest rising and falling under my head. The sounds of shower turning on and then back off 15 minutes later and the soft patter of Soda’s feet as he walked back into his room. I heard the grumbles of Pony as he dragged himself into the bathroom, accompanied by his careless, tired stomps. Then came Darry’s sudden and stiff movements as he woke up from his cat nap.
“I’d love to stay with you longer, but I have to get to my job.” He slowly slid out of the bed and stood on the side, “how are you feelin’ now kiddo?” I slowly pushed myself up, my head still spinning as if my body had gone into shock, again.
“Numb,” I whispered.
“Are you going to try to go to school?” I shook my head, I wasn’t in the right mindset. I’ve had the dream of the day mom and day died for months. Every time I do something bad happens. The last time I had the dream was the day before Johnny and I got beat up by the Socs. Darry nodded understandingly, he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead before walking into the kitchen.
I took my time to regain my composure before following. The whole gang sat around the table, their usual banter almost nonexistent as I slowly made my way toward the kitchen. I stopped hearing Darry’s stern voice controlling the room. “Dal, I need you to stay here,”
“Nah Dar, I got business to attend to.”
“And that business is here Dallas, Emmie had the dream again and someone needs to stay with her.”
“Dar-” silence I knew that meant the dad glare had come into play, guess Dallas is my babysitter for the day. I chose this moment to make my entrance. Various “hey Em” and “morning Em” came from the chatty boys. I made my rounds with hugs to everyone except for Dallas and Soda’s girl Sandy - we aint on the greatest of terms. We just aint the gettin along type. She came by in the mornings every so often, only speakin to Soda and here and there to my brothers..I went over to the stove to grab some breakfast all that was left was a single blue pancake. I looked back to the table and everyone held a full plate including Sandy - who was just picking at her plate and moving it around with her fork to avoid the conversations at hand. I placed the ceramic plate back on the shelf and turned to the food cabinet. I guess I am stuck with cereal this morning. I sat down in between Dally and Two-bits and tuned out the latest gossip from the DX
“Was anyone on the couch last night?” I whispered to Two-bits. He nodded still listening to Steve’s rambling about a Soc girl that wore a shirt that showed “everything and I mean everything.”
“I was.” I looked at him with guilt and he gave me a small smile.
“I’m sorry Two” He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I leaned against his chest as I ate my cereal.
“No worries Emmy-Lee” he whispered before placing a kiss on my head, despite his never ending immaturity, he was the one to turn to in tough situations.
“Are you going out tonight, Soda?” I asked through a mouthful of cereal, just to piss off Sandy who scowled at me.
“Yeah, Stevie and I are taking Sandy and Evie to the Dingo tonight. It’s Rocks Your Socks Off Night.”
“And I got Johnny and Pony tonight,” Dally pitched in “We are going to the drive-in, Em.” Two pushed on my shoulder telling me to lean forward allowing him to grab a beer from the fridge.
“What to do something dangerous?”
“Nah, watch a movie, pick up a broad or two” He smirked and wink high-fiving Two-Bits. I glared at both of them with disgust.
“ I think i’ll stay here, Dal, I have a ton of homework to get done”
“alright kiddo,” Darry started placing his hand on my back. “You need to rest baby, only out for emergencies. I left the number for my work site-”
“Darry I’m gonna be fine,”
“I know baby I’m just nervous, maybe I outta stay how.”
“Go!” I laughed “I’m fine” Dar paused before nodding and kissing my head. He gathered his stuff and headed to work.
“I’ll be around later Em,” Two started, “Let’s go Pony, Steve”
“See ya Two, and uh, maybe actually go to class. You know that’s what school is for.”
“Don’t poke fun Emmy-Lee”
Everyone chimed in with goodbyes and soon everyone else followed leaving me with my thoughts and Dally.
“You know you don’t have to stay here” I flicked on the tv and settled in Darry’s recliner.
“I know that, I have no rules” He stood in the doorway, with slouching posture and a hand above his head attempting to appear tuff. He slowly placed a weed in his mouth and attempted to light it.
“Actually you have one.” I replied standing up from the comfort of the old recliner and walked toward the bleach blonde boy.
“ oh yeah?” I nodded and removed the unlight ciggie from his mouth.
“Don’t smoke in my house.” I threw it on the floor and returned back to the chair.
“You know what, I don’t have to stay here.”
“and , no one’s stopping you Dally-boy.” I heard the heavy stomp of his work boots and the loud smack of our soon to be broken screen door.
Ember Curtis, Sodapop’s twin sister, tells the untold story of the week Ponyboy went missing.
My world turned upside down a long time ago but it feels like it will never be the same again. It’s like ever since mom and dad died everything has been going downhill. Being a greaser has gotten tougher especially being a greaser girl. Soc boys doing everything they can to take advantage of you.You’re always living with fear that something bad is going to happen and typically it does. It’s rare that you’d find an optimist on this side of town and life don’t make it that easy. Life as a greaser has always been reckless and interesting. You never know what’s bound to happen on the streets of Tulsa, Oklahoma.
Yells and the pounding of feet echoed through the house as the front door slammed. My blue eyes searched the room for a hair tie as I jumped off the bed. I raced toward the front room swinging open the bedroom door. When I got to the front room it was empty, I could hear faint yells coming from down the street.
“What the hell,” I whispered, my mind was racing, sorting through all of the possibilities. What made them run like that, it was a good day. I threw open the front door and raced down the street only to catch a glimpse of a blue mustang drive away. Socs, should’ve known, they’re usually causing more ruckus than us, though greasers are probably the wildest of the two. We don’t go around jumping Socs. The Socs get articles for being disgraces one day and the next they are the best things to happen to this damn society, that’s how this city works.
I felt like I had stopped breathing. I froze in front of my brothers as they comforted poor Ponyboy. Blood was running down his chest from the multiple cuts on his neck from the switchblade. I took a deep breath, swallowing my fear as I moved forward.
“What the hell happened,” I yelled.
“Socs,” Darry spat
I cursed under my breath, another attack, when will this end? “Ponyboy,” I softly whispered as I crouched in front of him. “Are you okay?”
“Em.” He choked out as he hugged me with all his strength.
“I’m right here Pony.” I wrapped his body in my arms as it began to shake with sobs. I just stood there with him rubbing his back. I pressed a kiss to his head and held him tighter to my body. “Let’s get you home.” He nodded into my chest before pulling away and grabbing my hand. I smiled at my brother and gave his hand a squeeze of reassurance as we began our walk home, the gang trailing behind. He’s just a kid, though he’d never admit it due to the fact he’s 14 now. But Ponyboy is different, he’s a huge dreamer and digs movies and books in a special way. A way that only a few of us understand. He realizes the good in the world, he sees the beauty in everything he looks at and has been this way since he was a kid. Sometimes that gets him in trouble, he’s too sweet for his own good. Don’t get me wrong though he can get mean in a rumble, every grease can. You have to growing up on our side of town.
Darry is the oldest of us all, he’s named after dad. We call him Superman, sometimes, due to his giant muscles and his incredible mind. He had a great scholarship to great college, but he gave it up to be the guardian of my brothers and me after Mom and Dad were killed in an automobile accident over a year ago. He has blue-green eyes that have become like ice since he took on that roofing job. He is real smart, book smart and street smart. He seems to know everything, he doesn’t really fit in with the greasers but we are the only things that kept him away from the socs. He is a real looker, all of my brothers are in their own ways. Pony with his boyish charm and adorable grin, Darry with his bruting muscles and mysterious eyes, and Sodapop with his movie star looks.
Sodapop, my twin brother, is a different kind of handsome, he’s the kind you see on the big screen at the drive-in each night. He’s a little bit shorter than Darry but still a good height. Soda’s muscle build is slimmer than Darry but not as slim as Pony. He has this golden blonde hair that makes him look like a greek god. He has Dad’s eyes, dark brown and full of emotion. Soda can go from being wild and reckless to the kindest and most caring person I know, Soda is special that way. He dropped out of school a little after our parents died and he now works full time at the DX. He only smokes when he’s stressed and never drinks, while Pony smokes almost a pack a day and Darry won’t even go near them.
“Pony, everything is okay,” I told him as I wiped the tears from his face.
“I know I’m just a little spooked that’s all.” I nodded and smiled softly.
“They got away those dirty fu-”
“KEITH!” I yelled before he could finish that sentence. Two-Bit as you can tell, has an extremely colorful vocabulary. Keith “Two-Bits” Matthews is the second oldest of our little family. He is eighteen and a half but he’s still in the eleventh grade - with me. Two-bits never stops talking he’s the king of interrupting, that’s why we call him Two-Bits. He’s the funny guy of our gang everything becomes a joke to him. He knows how to make you smile in the darkest of times.
“What are you doing walking alone kid,” Steve questioned as he held his nose.
“Butt out Steve and leave him be” I warned and glared at him, but finally he gave up and walked over to Soda.
Steve Randle just turned 17 and he has been best friends with Sodapop and I since we were in grade school. Sometimes his anger gets too out of hand. Though I’m the only one who can get through to him and the rest of the boys. They all confide in me. Steve has a messed-up home situation, his father is a drunk and kicks him out of the house at least once a week. Then the next day gives him money to try and make up for it. Steve comes to our house to hide out. He’ll sleep on the couch but usually, he comes into my room and we talk all night long. He lays with his head in my lap as I run my fingers through his hair. He will rant and cry about anything and everything that is on his mind. One of Steve’s greatest talents is fixing cars. He can replace a hubcap quicker and quieter than any man in all of Tulsa. He wants to be more than that, though, he wants to prove to everyone he isn’t just a mechanic.
The most dangerous of our gang is Dallas Winston. He has a rap sheet longer than the Declaration of Independence (trust me I’ve read both) and he is extremely proud of it. He has platinum blonde hair and cold ice blue eyes. He didn’t grease nor cut his hair causing it to line his face. Dally’s face is an elfish face, he has high cheekbones and a pointed chin. Dally has a heart of stone, the meanest of our entire gang. The first time Dally got arrested he was 10 years old. He spent a total of three years out in New York with the toughest gangs you will ever see. Dally was closer to a hood than a greaser, he’s wild. Dally would be classed with the downtown gangs if it wasn’t for us. Dally has been worse since my parents died, they kept him fed and out of trouble. They were the closest thing he ever had to real parents. I think he took it the worse out of all the boys when he found out he ran. I chased him all the way to the gas station, but it was too late. The cops caught him stealing and he was jailed. Now the gang is the only thing he has left in this crooked world.
Then there’s Johnny Cade, The second youngest though he is treated more like a kid than Pony. Johnny’s parents are abusive drunks, his father beats him and his mother pretends he isn’t even there. There have been many sleepless nights where I’ve cleaned the wounds of his most recent beatings and held him as he cried. I couldn’t understand how two people couldn’t love one of the sweetest boys in this world.Johnny got jumped a few weeks back by some socs. I had left Johnny in the park to go get some drinks and food from the house and When I got back the socs were leaning over his body. I screamed out and ran towards them. That’s when one of them turned and grabbed me. He pinned me to the ground to keep me from getting to Johnny. I recognized the boy from school and I could tell he knew me too. He was holding my arms and had his legs on both sides of my hips.I don’t remember much else, all I know is Dallas was the one who saved us.
“You don’t ever think,” Darry began “ not anywhere it counts. With all of those good grades, you still don’t use your head. You should have at least had your blade.”
“Aw Darry lay off him. Carrying a blade would have given the socs an excuse to cut him off more.” Soda yelled he always sticks up for Pony but one of these times it’s going to get him in trouble.
“If I want my kid-brother to tell me what to do with my other kid-brother I’d ask kid brother-”
*
I walked to the door to find Pony. “Ponyboy come on inside. Johnny, Dally you staying for dinner?”
“Nah, I’m headin’ to Bucks” Dally yells as he walks out the gate
“See ya, Dal.” I yelled out waving “Johnny?”
“No, I’m all set. Thanks for the offer, though!” Johnny smiled
“Johnny I don’t want you out in that cold tonight. Make sure you come here.” He nodded and walked off. As I opened the door to let Pony in a gust of wind blew past my face.
*
“Ponyboy Michael sit still!” I couldn’t deal with this boy. Every move I made to clean this wound, he would squirm on the couch. “Pony I have to clean it!”
“It stings Em,” Ponyboy whined
“It’s going to sting more if you don’t sit still.” After 5 minutes of struggling and Soda holding his shoulders down, the wound was finally cleaned. “Go get your homework done while we’re cooking dinner. I’ll call you when it’s done.” Ponyboy walked to his room and shut the door. I started cleaning the blood off the floor and picking up the mess that was created.
Dinner came and went, I checked over Ponyboy’s math as he showered. This used to be Dad’s job, he would clean the wounds and check the homework. Mom would cook the dinner, the second she would turn away Soda would take the food coloring and put it into anything. Soda doesn’t like when things are normal. I remember mom’s laughter when she turned to find Soda mixing the blue mashed potatoes. I couldn’t help but smile at the memory. I finished up my own homework and returned everything to bags.
“Rub harder Soda” I heard Darry mumble “You’re gonna put me to sleep.” I let out a small chuckle. I walked into the living room to see Soda giving Darry a backrub. He hurt himself at work again because he tries to carry too much roofing. Darry doesn’t deserve to be working like a 40-year-old at 20. He was the boy of the year and captain of the football team. Now he’s a roofer working his ass off to take care of his three siblings. He could have been so much more if we had the money. I wish we had the money.
peasant:oh ya i love The Outsiders its a very good movie i love the part when johnny, is that his name? whatever, anyway when he’s like “stay golden horseman” dude im like a total fangirl over that movie but dude robin lowe is such a good actor, he’s so cute, he’s literally the reason pepsiman is my favorite characte-
Hey guys. i think i’m back? not sure. i have my finals soon and i’m stressed out about it but it’s okay. i’m sure i’ll pass.
my current medical situation; i have tube feeding right now. it’s going well but not better unfortunately… but let’s keep hoping for the best right…? (i’ve already lost my hope actually but lol)
