The Outsider's Imagines

attention - p.c.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------~y/n~

You were deep into your studies, reviewing for your biology final. Similar to your boyfriend, Ponyboy, you were very study-oriented. Mainly because you wanted, no, needed to get out. Out of Tulsa, to somewhere where there were no Greasers or Socs, and there were just people. Out of a place where you would get jumped just for being rich or poor. When Ponyboy walked in.

"Hey, Y/N," he said, scooping you up and hurling you onto your bed.

"Pony!" you yelled, irritated. "Pone, I'm busy!" You quickly dove back into your studies, quickly flipping back onto the correct page of the nervous system diagram.

"What'cha reading?" Ponyboy said, looking over your shoulder and wrapping his arms around you.

"Pony, stop!" you said, but you couldn't help but laugh at his attempts. Pony them proceeded to knock the book out of your hands and drape himself across your lap. "Pony!" You hastily picked him up and hurled him onto the bed this time. "Why are you being like this?"

"Why can't I be like this? I am your boyfriend," he said, coming over and picking you up completely. 

"Pone, put me down!" you complained, trying to reach for your textbook. But Pony just slung you over his shoulder and started marching around the room. "Pony, lay off," you whined, punching at your boyfriend's back.  

Eventually, he dropped you back on your bed and started flipping through your biology textbook himself. "Well that is a very intricate diagram of a penis, yes," he said, browsing through the pages. You snatched the book back and slammed it shut hard.

"Pony, why are you doing this?" you said, dumping him out of your chair quite unceremoniously. 

"Like what?" he asked dumbly.

"You're being an attention whore," you replied, sitting back down into your chair and trying to find the page you left off on. "I have to study for my biology exam. And you should too."

"But whyyyyyyy," Ponyboy whined, flopping onto your bed and vigorously clicking a pen.

"Were you hanging out with Dally or something? Someone's bad influence seems to have rubbed off on you," you snapped, snatching the pen back and putting it in its rightful jar.

"No, I wasn't," he said, popping up and pulling your chair over to the bed. You quickly unlatched his hands and pulled yourself back to your desk. 

"Then are you drunk or something?" you asked.

"No!" he said, offended. "I just want to spend time with my lovely girlfriend." he smiled and you sighed, knowing that he wasn't going to lay off. Ponyboy grinned widely, knowing that he had won. Smirking ever so slightly, he slowly slunk back over to your chair and sat down on your lap, cupping your cheek in his hands. Then, he gently kissed you, and you melted into it, letting the textbook slip right out of your hands.

"Mmm... I knew you wanted this," Pony said slyly in between kisses.

"No," you whispered, playing with a few strands of his hair. "I think you just wanted attention."