The Outsiders Imagines & Preferences

{Two-Bit Mathews} Naptime

Info: Platonic. Fluff. Curtis!reader. Reader is bad at math. 1st person p.o.v..

"I'm tired!" I whined for what had to be the tenth time in as many minutes.

Two-Bit didn't even bother to look at me as he repeated the same thing he'd been telling me the whole time since we got home from school: "Take a nap then."

It would be the smart thing to do, I knew that. But, stubborn as I was, I refused once again.

"No. Naps are for babies. 'm watching Mickey Mouse with you 'n then we'll go get ice cream like we wanted to."

His eyes left the TV just long enough to locate my exact position next to him so he could pat my head, then he focused back on the screen.

"Uh-huh. So you'd rather fall asleep while we eat ice cream because you're too tired to stay awake any longer than just take a nap now. Because that's absolutely what any responsible adult would do, and we all know that's definitely what you are. Got it."

I just looked at him and made a hum that could mean anything from agreement to denial. Forcing my eyelids, which seemed to weigh a whole ton each, to stay open took up too much of my attention for me to be able to make sense of a sentence as long as the one he'd just uttered.

Two-Bit sighed and gave me the honor of being the focus of his attention for a little longer this time as he wrapped an arm around me and wrestled me into a more comfortable position, leaning against his side.

"You know what," he said, turning back to the TV. "Change of plans. We're taking a nap, and then we'll go for ice cream after."

"We? Are ya tired too?"

"Let's just say all that yawning is infectious."

"Huh. But I still don't wanna take a nap!"

"Too bad, then I'll just have to take one alone."

For now he kept watching TV, though.

I tried to do the same, but my eyes kept falling closed and I couldn't really follow what was going on.

Just as I was about to nod off Ponyboy called my name from his room, demanding help with his homework.

I sighed. When was that brat finally gonna understand that he was already better at math than me? As far as I was concerned math was nothing but torture. I would have been glad to help him with english or something, but he only ever needed help with the subjects I wasn't good in either.

With another sigh I got up and went to his room. One look over his shoulder told me I wouldn't be able to be any help with this problem.

"Sorry, Pones, but you'll have to ask Darry to help you with that when he gets home. I don't even understand what you're supposed to do, let alone how to do it."

"Please, can't you at least try?"

"I am trying, but I really don't understand it. Ask Darry. You know he's way better at math than me."

Pony groaned. "I don't wanna ask Darry! Any time I ask for help with a single piece of homework he acts like I'm about to fail that whole subject and makes me study twice as hard for it!"

"Not my problem. Just finish the rest of your homework, then you can show it to him as proof you're really just struggling with that one math problem and not the whole subject."

"I already did that." He slammed the schoolbook shut and got up from his desk. "Okay, let's go; I really want that ice cream now."

"Later."