Puttin' on the Ritz (Y!Outsiders x fem! reader

4

["DIFFERENT TYPES WHO WEAR A DAY COAT"]

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     Dally took a long draft from his cigarette. He couldn't help it. It was tuff looking, and it eased his nerves. The nerves from a rumble with Tim Shepard. He was still a bit bruised.

     Dally watched over the group as they yapped away at and with one another. All seven of them were inside the Curtis' residence. The atmosphere was quite loud and cheerful with the occasional scraping of plates.

     One could never be too sure, but the whole neighborhood could hear the ruckus that was taking place in the Curtis' home.

     The gang was sitting around a TV, as Mickey Mouse was on. The majority of the crew, despite themselves, couldn't help it but gawk at cartoons. It reminded them of simpler times when they didn't have to worry about watching over their backs every second, in fear of getting jumped by a Soc.

    A drunk was far worse than a sober soc.

   At least the sober Soc was conscious about their mortality.

    Dally was never one for cartoons, so he was outside, doing his bad habit of smoking. The smoke entered and exited his lungs with ease. 

     The cool and swift air of the night brushed against his face and stole the smoke from him, allowing for him to continue smoking peacefully.

    The excited chatter from the rest of the group inside could definitely be heard to Dally. He was half tempted to stop smoking and go back inside.

     He glanced through the doorway and saw his friends. He sighed, put out the butt of the cigarette, stomped on it, and kicked it off the porch of the home. He then walked inside the Curtis' residence.

    "Hey, Dal'." Dally heard his favorite person speak up, Johnny.

    "Yo," he responded and sat down on the couch next to him, as there was nowhere else to sit. The entire floor and remaining seats were taken.

    Steve chuckled when he saw Dally enter. Following up with a, "done smoking on your cancer stick, are we?" He snickered right after.

    Two-Bit didn't even register that Dally had come back inside after his little smoking break. His eyes were glued to the TV. After all, his idol was there, and he couldn't resist watching his favorite character and the shenanigans that they would often get up to.

    Sodapop was in the kitchen, most likely cooking up some popcorn for the rest of the gang. Any one of them could hear him talking to his younger brother, Ponyboy from the kitchen. As he was helping him do the cooking.

    Ponyboy didn't want his cooking to turn out terrible or...unique, as he called it. Pony could recall the time that Soda was responsible for cooking up pancakes. And they turned out green. Green!

    "Pony, could you open that for me?" Soda's hands were full as he gestured to a nearby cabinet. 

     Ponyboy nodded and did as he was asked of. Soda put back all the materials that he didn't need, and then grabbed a stick of butter, cut it into fourths, took one fourth, poured it on the popcorn. 

     When that was done, he grabbed the rest, secured them in a bag, and placed the rest into the old and clearly worn out, fridge.

    "So, you and Sandy?" Ponyboy couldn't help but smirk. He enjoyed teasing his brother from time to time.

     Sodapop smirked and glanced at him, "yeah? What about 'er?" He couldn't help but chuckle.

    "Just wonderin' if my big brother's date is still on next week, a movie I've been wantin' to see is playin' down at The Dingo. 

    Sodapop smiled a little, he looked...regretful? "Sorry big man. Me and Sandy and Steve and Evie are goin' out to the game."

    "That means no kids allowed!" Steve called from the living room.

    Ponyboy clicked his tongue. "...I ain't a kid." Ponyboy mumbled under his breath, thankfully no one heard it.

    "Ponyboy, can ya help me carry this in there?" The popcorn finished without Ponyboy even realizing it.

     Ponyboy nodded and took some popcorn, pouring it into a couple of bowls. One for each of the gang.

    Then the two brothers went to the living room.

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    "Everybody loves somebody...sometime."  You sung quietly to yourself. It was nothing but a mere whisper.

    You were walking around at night, probably not the best idea buttt...it was peaceful. Could anyone really blame you?

     "Everybody falls in love somehow..."

   A walk around the park late at night without anyone near was needed greatly. You were also surprised when you had bought your clothes before how cheap everything was. 

   To make things better, it was chilly but warm at the same time. The perfect weather to relax in. You yawned and sat on top of some play structures nearby.

    They looked somewhat fancy.

    You closed your eyes and fiddled with your leather jacket. Everything was quiet except for the occasional crickets and car horns.

     Things were starting to look up.

    That was until you heard someone crying. 

     At first it was quite annoying, as you had originally thought that the person who was crying was a child. Until you looked behind yourself and saw a teen girl crying at the fountain. 

     You frowned and slowly but quietly got down from the metal play structure. You started stalking your way to the girl. 

     She had bright red hair, it was quite pretty. 

     You cleared your throat. "Um...are you alright?" You called out.

    The girl jumped and her head snapped up towards you, a small twinge of fear flickered in her eyes. But as quick as it came, it left just as quick if not quicker.

     "Who are you?" She asked through her tears.

     "I'm Y/n. And you?" You showed her your hands, signifying that you were unarmed and slowly sat down next to her. 

     "Sherri, Sherri Valance. But everyone calls me Cherry because of my hair." She lightly cracked a smile through her tears. 

     "Nice to meet you, Cherry."