It Started At The Record Store (Ponyboy X Reader)

Part 10

I sat at the counter at the record store, and switched the record I was playing to The Beatles album.

My mom and dad were organizing the records in the back. I yawn because of my late night at prom and I wasnt given the day off..

"Hey y/n." I hear and I glance up. Two bit had his hands in his pockets and his leather jacket on.

"Hia Two bit." I smile slightly, but Two bit kept a frown on his face, "What's the matter?"

Two bit didnt look me in the eyes and I felt a jolt of worry. I stand up quickly and look down at him. Two bit glances up at me and I felt my heart drop.

"Ponyboy got into some trouble y/n and he ain't lookin good." Two bit rubbed his forehead and cletchrd his other hand into a fist.

"What do you mean? Is he okay?" I quickly come out from behind the counter and Two bit shakes his head.

"Earlier this afternoon  Ponyboy got into some trouble with some socs along with Sodapop. He is in the hospital cause he- he got hit pretty good and got a good stab in his shoulder and a gash along his stomach." Two bit gulps then continues, "Sodapop got out fine with some bruises because he ran."

I pick up my hoodie, and throw it on.

"You're gonna drive me to the hospital." I drag Two bit outside with me to his shitty car. He hops in and we begin to drive to the hospital until we got stuck in traffic.

"Oh come on!" I groan in anger, Two bit passed some cars and we arrived at the hospital. I think I almost jogged in ahead of Two bit to the front desk. "I would like to see Ponyboy Curtis."

"That will be a bit. The doctor is in with him now." The nurse says biting her red lips. I slam my hand down on the desk with anger ; however, she barely flinches.

"Sorry but you are going to have to wait in the lobby. I will come when Ponyboy is open for a visit." Two bit guides me into the lobby once she says this. I didnt want to wait. I cant wait.

My eyes focus on my worn out converse for almost and hour or so, until that nurse comes in and motions for me to come over. I slowly stand up and stand next to her. She smelt like body spary,  and too much of it. I think I was gonna sneeze because of it.

She guides me to the left and three doors down until we entered Ponyboy's room. She shuts the door after I enter. The walls were a royal blue and the white tiles were dirty. There was a cherry red radio with a broken button.

Pony laid in bed, asleep. He had no shirt on and bandages around his torso and shoulder. His white converse and blue sleeveless shirt were bedside his bed. His hair wasn't greased back and I liked it like that. I sit next to his bed and stare at his bandages and the tiny cut on his cheek.

I grab his hand and trace a imaginary circle on his knuckle with my thumb.

"Why didn't you just run like Sodapop?" I whisper, as I stare at his shut eyes, "You didn't have to fight 'em. You could of just ran. Did they jump you? Pick a fight with you? Or did you pick a fight with them?"

I felt worried and angry at the same time.  I know why I'm worried, but I dont know why I am suddently so angry with Ponyboy. I am so mixed up.. I am sad,worried, scared, and angry. I think I'm angry because he is making me scared. I am sad because I am worried. I am so angry with him for making me feel this way. At the same time I'm not angry...

He must be really tired and out of it... I should let him rest and not wake him...

I lean over and kiss him on the cheek and let go of him hand.

"Sleep well Pony." I whisper into his ear.