Aprils pov
Me and Pony were on the way to this clothing shack. It was all kinds of greaser clothes. I was a hardcore greaser. I like fights and rumbles, usually, I solve my problems with violence. I smoke alot and get drunk every once in a while. I get mistaken alot for a Winston which honestly, I dont mind. Dally and me have always been fairly close and I intended our relationship to stay that way.
As we reach the entrance I pull it open. Its a push door.
"Dumbass" Pony says laughing hysterically.
He pushed the door open for me. "After you M'lady!" he said in a sort of accent.
"Why thank you kind sir!" I say returning the accent.
After looking around some i got 3 pairs of jeans, 1 pair of shorts, and a few graphic tees. I went to the fitting room while Pony was looking at the sleeveless muscle shirts.
I try on the jeans and their just the right size but when I get to the shirts....
TW- BODY DISMORPHIA
As i put on the shirt i realize just how much my chest and stomach has grown. how have I never noticed?
I sit, staring in disgust at my own body. Some parts are too big or too small.
Tears silently roll down my face as I think about what i could have done.
That sandwich earlier?
I could have only ate half.
That ice cream last night?
I could've had yogurt.
That pasta i had for lunch the other day?
I should of made myself throw it up.
And with that, my mind is made.
(REMINDER. IT IS NEVER SAFE TO STARVE YOURSELF.)
I walk out grabbing the same shirts in a size up making myself cringe, but I slowly walk up with my head down to the cash register.
I walk up to this little blondie popping her bubble gum and batting her eyelashes at pony begging for a date 'how desperate can a bitch be?' I thought I stayed back but got ready to intervene just incase.
"for that last time," Pony starts as he looks at her name tag "Susanne, I DO NOT want to go out with you." he said sternly. "Besides, I have a girl
friend."
HOLD UP WHAT THE FUCK?! I thought, it's probably that little redhead princess.
"Well I don't see her..?" She said giving a 'I don't give two flying fucks' attitude
I walked up to pony "Hey babe you ready?" I said winking signaling him
"Yep!" he said. His eyes told me thank you.
I plopped the clothes on the counter as she rang it up.
"Your quite pretty... For a greaser!" she said cracking up at her own joke.
"And for a soc, your pretty damn fugly" I said walking out without paying "Lets go babe." he said intertwining his fingers in mine.
PONYBOY FRICKEN CURTIS CALLED ME BABE?? AND HELD MY HAND??
As we walked out of the shop, I flipped her off.
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January - Ponyboy Curtis
FanfictionApril was a greaser, however her parents were socs and despised her but when she finally escapes her abusive homelife and moves in with her best friends (the Curtis's) and falls in-love with the youngest member of the gang , Ponyboy Michael Curtis...
