Where Have You Been? - Ponyboy x Reader

"He wants her." - Chpt. 4

2nd Person PoV

You awoke in a somewhat familiar room, struggling to put the pieces together. That was, until you turned to the side and noticed a sleeping Sodapop. He looked as peaceful as ever. You reached over, pushing a stray hair into place.

'So handsome even while sleeping.'

You looked around for some indication of time. It was still pitch black out, meaning it was probably the middle of the night. Your headache began to set in, along with extreme nausea.

"Shit." You muttered to yourself as you swung your legs over the side of the bed, unsure if you were gonna be able to handle it. You sat for a minute, hoping your stomach would settle. Causing a racket at this time of night is just plain rude, and you didn't want to ruin anyone's slumber. Yet, it dawned on you that your brain probably woke you for a reason. With that you rose from the bed, sprinting into the bathroom. Your stomach gurgled and lurched, causing you to gag.

'Fuck, I hate throwing up.'

You made it to the toilet, kneeling over it, and pulling your hair back with an elastic. The lurching became constant, your stomach tried to rid itself of the poisonous liquid you over-consumed. Regret flooded your mind. If only you listened to Pony and Soda, you wouldn't be in this mess. You tried coughing to speed the process up, all it did was cause more noise. Finally, you managed to get a little out. Baby steps (Y/n). At this point, your inhuman sounds filled the room. It was loud and uncomfortable. Any attempts to remain quiet flew out the window. You laid your head on the bowl as the room around you spun faster and faster. Death was the best way or describing it. You felt like death.

A couple minutes passed when you heard the rattling of the door knob. In walks a sleepy Ponyboy, confused as to what he was seeing.

"(Y/n)? Are you okay?"

"No, I'm super nauseous but I'm having trouble puking." A worried expression crossed his face.

"Do you want some water? It'll probably make things a bit easier." You gagged at the thought of ingesting anything, causing a bit more to come up. You shook your head and he kneeled beside you.

"It'll be okay, you got this." He said as he rubbed your back. You turned to him with a weak smile. Your body was trembling; your heart beating out of your chest. You just wanted to go back to bed.

"Ya know what? I'm gonna get you that water anyways, it wouldn't hurt." He leaned over to look you in the eyes before leaving the room. God, he was so sweet. Not to mention how adorable his bed-head was. Cherry Valance was so lucky and she didn't even know it. It wasn't fair. You began imagining them together. Him carrying her books, laughing with her, laying with her, cheering her up after a hard day, and worst of all, them kissing. You gagged once more, but this time was different. You practically sprayed puke from your mouth. Pony returned to the bathroom with the water, seeing your sudden projectile vomiting.

"Yeah (Y/n), you got this! Keep it coming." He came to your side and noticed your hair slipping towards your face. He gathered it and held it back for you. You just kept thinking of them. Him buying her flowers, taking her out, looking at her the way he does to you, making her breakfast in the mornings, surprising her with ice cream and a movie, wiping her tears away as she cries, it was all so disgusting to you. Him doing all those things for her, the things YOU wanted. She didn't deserve it. She didn't even want him. He's so kind and she wouldn't even bother to notice him. The puke just kept on coming. Finally, you came to the conclusion that you liked him already. You wished for him to do those things. You would appreciate and love him despite him being a greaser. None of that would matter because you had him, but that doesn't mean anything.