I did this for Johnny, man.
• This is my first Wattpad creation, constructive feedback is appreciated! ♡
• I can take in requests, but it's not guaranteed I'll use them
• One story for each greaser
• Includes warnings and word count at the beginnin...
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Warnings: arguing
Word count: 486 words
(Your POV)
Bacon was sizzling on the stovetop while I helped Ponyboy with his homework on the dinner table. The boys loved breakfast for dinner.
"I think I got it," Pony said, sliding the paper over to me. I scanned it over and gave it back to him, "Try again. Remember to cross multiply."
The front door opened, and an exhausted Darry walked in, setting down his work tools.
"Hey, dare-bear," I waltzed over to him and planted a kiss on his cheek, "Dinner's almost ready."
Darry cleared his throat, "Y/n, you know I like to have dinner ready for me as soon as I'm home."
He never calls me y/n. Only darling.
A concerned expression rested on my face, "Yes, I know, hon. I was just distracted with Pony's homework. It'll be ready soon. You must be really tired."
"Why's that?" He inquired with a low tone.
"Well, you're just kinda grumpy," I chuckled. He didn't chuckle with me.
"Dare-bear, what's wrong? Did you pull a muscle or something? I told you not to overwork yourself."
"Enough with that," He lectured, rubbing his sore shoulder, "I just need to eat."
"Well, dinner isn't ready yet. You're gonna have to wait."
"Next time, have it ready."
"Just take a break, Darry. You need a break."
"I can't take a break, y/n. There's too many things to do!"
"Don't use that tone with me, please. I can massage your shoulder while we wait."
"My shoulder is fine!" He yelled. Ponyboy got up from the table and went to his room. He hates it when me and Darry fight. Pony's absence seemed to calm us both down, but the tension still lingered in the air when Sodapop walked in the door from work at the DX.
"Soda, please tell Pony that dinner is ready," Darry instructed while practically glaring at me.
Soda sensed the tension, too. Hence why everyone ate in silence.
Later that evening, when Darry and I were in bed, he started talking about all the things that needed to be done tomorrow.
Bored, I leaned over and said, "Goodnight," with a cute voice. He continued to talk, completely ignoring me. Frustrated, I said it again, still in a cute way.
Nothing.
I sighed, "Darry, does 'goodnight' mean nothing to you?"
He kept talking. I rolled over to face the wall. His warm body suddenly cuddled next to me. He threw his strong arm around me and quietly spoke into my ear in a mockingly cute voice.
"Good night, darling."
I couldn't help but smile.
Thanks for being patient with my writer's block. Usually I upload once or twice a week, but this time it was about a week and a half.😁
