the outsiders ~

drunk and sober ~ two-bit matthews

Y/N's POV

Two-bit and I lay on the grass outside of my house, the sun set a while ago. We both like looking at the stars, so thats what we did.

He had a beer in his hand, I had a cigarette in mine. Nice match.

"That ones shaped like Mickey kind of." I point out to one of the stars. We sit on different sides of each other, our heads next to each other.

"It is, isn't it." He says.

"Do we have to go with the gang tonight?" I groan. "Why can't we just stay here?"

"They'll kill me if I don't bring you. You're pretty much part of the gang too."

"If I'm part of the gang then let me walk alone."

"I'm good." He kisses my forehead and stands up. "C'mon lets get outta here."

He puts his hand out for me taking another sip. I grab his hand and pull him back down next to me.

"Fuck youuuuuu" He end of the word.

"They can be so lame at times why do we have to go?"

"They're not lame you're just too energetic sometimes, we can't keep up."

"Oh c'mon it's motivating."

"They all love you anyway so lets go, lets go, lets go."

I turn over to lay on my stomach and if Two wasn't yelling to me to come on I could've fallen asleep.

"Alright, I'm coming." I say sharply. We both get up and he wraps his arm around my shoulder as we walk. I throw my cigarette and steal a sip of Two's beer. "Thanks"

"Whatever." He smiles.

We messed with each other the whole walk to the house, and once we got there, we walked in laughing.

Steve and Soda were arm wrestling, with Dally watching. Johnny stood with Ponyboy, both leaning on the wall. Darry was probably in the other room or something.

Steve turns his head away from his and Sodas hands. "Hi Y/N!" He yells. Soda takes his opportunity to slam his hand down and stands up in victory. "Ugh, you asshole."

"Hey Steve." I walk into the kitchen behind them and take a beer out of the fridge.

"What about me, loser?" Two-bit asks, head locking him and knuckles his head. "Hey Dal how you been?"

"I'm good man." They give each other a firm handshake and I pop open my beer on the table.

"Y/N didn't want to come." Two says, ratting me out. I pull the bottle away from my mouth.

"I never said that." He just laughs and I smack the back of his head.

"Well we'll make you glad you came." Soda says and goes to run after Steve, who walked off a few minutes ago to mess with Pony and Johnny.

Two-bit takes another beer out of the fridge and chugs it down due to encouragement from Dallas. Darry comes out of his room shirtless, but in a house full of guys theres usually at least 3 with their shirts off.

He puts his on once he realizes I'm here at least. He's the only one in this house that is chill most of the time.

Before I can even think, Two's on his 3rd beer of the night and most definitely tipsy. He gets really clingy to me when he's drunk. I don't mind it, though. I kind of like it when he's clingy, it's cute.

The night consists of us just all making stupid comments, and arguing over the smallest thing. Bullying each other is a pretty big part too. It's usually the highlight of my day. Two-bit sits next to me on the couch, asking me to kiss him every 3 minutes and playing with my hand.

After the night cools down, and everyone's pretty tired, including Two, Dallas heads home and Johnny usually stays pretty late, sleeping on their couch most nights.

This is usually the time Two and I would head home anyway, and I was bringing him back to my place today for sure.

I wanted to head home so Johnny could steal the couch, and so Darry, Soda, and Pony could go to bed since they were all half sleeping anyway.

"Alright, I think it's time we leave here. Whatcha think Two-bit?"

"I'm tired."

"I know, babe. Lets go home and sleep." I feel like his mother sometimes but it isn't a big deal to me. "Thank you, Darry. Go sleep you guys look like you're gonna pass out any minute."

"Thanks." Ponyboy says.

"Hopefully it was worth coming today, Y/N." Soda tells me.

"It was. It always is."

We smile at each other one last time before Two-bit takes my hand and leads me out.

"Lets hit it!" he says going towards the sidewalk.

"Ok, tone it down, darling you were half asleep 5 minutes ago."

"Sorry." He says in a quick tone. He snickers a little bit which just tells me he was joking.

On the walk home, he swings my hand back and forth. He makes random comments and stuff like that which makes me smile.

I did have fun night. I know he did too.

I push open my front door with my hip once we get to my house. He walks straight to my room and takes out the sweatpants he leaves at my house sometimes.

"Can I go change into these?" He asks me. I'm not sure why he felt like he needed to ask.

"Of course you can. You don't need to ask, baby." He smiles and kisses me before running into the other room, taking 2 seconds to change. He kept his t-shirt on. "Alright, into the bed."

"Woah, alright. Fast, I like it."

I scoff at his joke and he looks very proud of himself. "Ha ha."

He gets in and moves over a bit, signaling that he wants me to come with him too. I slip another t-shirt on before I get in.

Once it's on, I lay down next to him and he pulls me over to him before I lay down completely.

"Relax Two!" I laugh at the way he pulls me in. He gets on his side and I'm on mine. We still face each other and he presses his forehead to mine. We lay there in silence for like 5 minutes before he speaks up.

"I...love you." He says groggily. My eyes shoot open. He hasn't said that yet, and frankly neither have I.

"W-what?" I ask. "What did you say?" Even though I knew what he said.

"I never had the balls to say it totally sober. But I mean it. Drunk and sober."

"I love you, too. I love you." I repeat myself because the words coming out are very satisfying for me to say.

"Drunk and sober." He says kissing my forehead.

"Drunk and sober." I repeat, kissing his.