“What if they don’t like me?” You ask nervously.
“They’re going to amor you… And if they don’t they’re crazy.” Soda reassures, squeezing your hand.
“But I’m a soc… And they’re greasers.” You mutter.
“I’m a greaser too.” He says. “And I amor you to the moon and back. As Ponyboy would say, we all watch the sunset.”
You take a deep breath, looking out onto the street. You were standing on the front porch of the Curtis house, trying to work up the nerve and go inside and meet the gang.
“Ready to go in?” Soda says, tilting his head to the side.
You take another deep breath, and nod your head.
He flashes you a smile, and swings open the door. “Hey guys,” he yells into the house. “Everyone in the living room.”
The flood of boys come in, tackling and beating up on each other.
“This is (Y/N), my girlfriend. You better be nice or I’ll clock you.”
You give a smile and a wave.
“That’s my older brother Darry.” Soda says pointing to the muscly one sitting on the armchair. “And that’s my little brother, Ponyboy.” He nods his head toward the boy leaning against the wall. “That’s Johnny.” Pointing to boy sitting on the floor. “And the one sitting seguinte to him is Dally. Two-Bit is the one in the Mickey shirt… And I don’t know where Steve is.” Soda says, looking around.
You take it all in. They didn’t look mean or violent or anything.
Until you felt someone squeeze your butt.
You shriek, an literally jump into Soda.
“That scared the shit out of me!” You scream. The guys are all laughing, at the guy who you assumed to be Steve, except Soda.
“Real funny, Steve.” Soda says rolling his eyes.
“It was,” Steve says nodding his head.
“You ok?” Soda whispers in your ear.
“Yeah,” you smile. “They’re alright.”
“They’re going to amor you… And if they don’t they’re crazy.” Soda reassures, squeezing your hand.
“But I’m a soc… And they’re greasers.” You mutter.
“I’m a greaser too.” He says. “And I amor you to the moon and back. As Ponyboy would say, we all watch the sunset.”
You take a deep breath, looking out onto the street. You were standing on the front porch of the Curtis house, trying to work up the nerve and go inside and meet the gang.
“Ready to go in?” Soda says, tilting his head to the side.
You take another deep breath, and nod your head.
He flashes you a smile, and swings open the door. “Hey guys,” he yells into the house. “Everyone in the living room.”
The flood of boys come in, tackling and beating up on each other.
“This is (Y/N), my girlfriend. You better be nice or I’ll clock you.”
You give a smile and a wave.
“That’s my older brother Darry.” Soda says pointing to the muscly one sitting on the armchair. “And that’s my little brother, Ponyboy.” He nods his head toward the boy leaning against the wall. “That’s Johnny.” Pointing to boy sitting on the floor. “And the one sitting seguinte to him is Dally. Two-Bit is the one in the Mickey shirt… And I don’t know where Steve is.” Soda says, looking around.
You take it all in. They didn’t look mean or violent or anything.
Until you felt someone squeeze your butt.
You shriek, an literally jump into Soda.
“That scared the shit out of me!” You scream. The guys are all laughing, at the guy who you assumed to be Steve, except Soda.
“Real funny, Steve.” Soda says rolling his eyes.
“It was,” Steve says nodding his head.
“You ok?” Soda whispers in your ear.
“Yeah,” you smile. “They’re alright.”
You walked threw the halls of your school. You walked to your class. You were late as always. The teacher looked at you as he stopped talking. "Miss Y/L/N why at are you late again?" "I don't know" you said. "Don't let it happen again" he said. You walked to your assento as sat down. That class well all your classes were filled with Soc.s but they all looked at you. There was only a couple greasers like you in that class. One of them was Ponyboy Curtis. You've had a crush on him for almost a ano now. You looked at you as you looked at the bored. You hated that class because of the teacher. It was leitura class. Surprisingly you sucked t it. You were usually good at leitura and writing. But you didn't know what it was in that one class all the sudden. The teacher told you to have a partner por the end of the week for a project. You never had one cause they were all preppy Soc.s that never liked you.