Greasers Promise // YN x Ponyboy Curtis

A new life.

The bus jolted violently, pulling me from my daydreams as I gripped the edge of my seat. Outside the grimy window, the landscape of Tulsa unfolded before me, a stark contrast to the chaotic streets of New York City I had left behind. I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation mixed with anxiety. This was my chance to start fresh, to escape the ghosts of my past and find out who I was meant to be.

As I stepped off the bus, the warmth of the Oklahoma sun wrapped around me, making me momentarily forget my worries. I squinted against the bright light, taking a deep breath of the fresh air that smelled of grass and something sweet. This was home now—at least for the time being. My brother, Dallas Winston, had promised to be there for me, and I was determined to make this work.

"Y/N!" A familiar voice broke through my thoughts. I turned to see Dally striding toward me, his trademark smirk in place. Despite his tough reputation, there was a softness in his eyes as he approached. He pulled me into a tight hug, lifting me off my feet. "You made it!"

"Dally!" I laughed, wrapping my arms around him, feeling the warmth of family that I had missed. "It's so good to see you!"

"Yeah, well, I'm glad you're here," he said, setting me down and stepping back to look at me. "You're all grown up. Can't believe you left the big city for this dump."

"It's not a dump," I replied playfully, nudging him. "It's charming in its own way. Plus, I'm with you, right?"

"Yeah, right," he chuckled, rolling his eyes. "Come on. I want you to meet the gang."

As we walked down the street, my heart raced with excitement. I had heard stories about the Greasers from Dally, but nothing could prepare me for actually meeting them. As we approached a worn-out house, I felt a sense of belonging wash over me, despite the nerves fluttering in my stomach.

On the porch, a group of boys lounged in various states of relaxation. I recognized a few faces from the stories Dally had told me. Johnny Cade, with his timid smile, and Ponyboy Curtis, who looked up from a book he was reading, catching my eye instantly. There was something captivating about him—maybe it was his thoughtful demeanor or the way his green eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"Hey, everyone! This is my sister, Y/N," Dally announced, his voice booming with pride.

"Nice to meet you!" Johnny stepped forward, his shyness evident but overshadowed by the warmth in his eyes. He extended his hand, and I shook it, feeling an immediate connection.

"Welcome to Tulsa!" Ponyboy added, standing up and brushing off his jeans. His smile was genuine, and I felt a flutter in my chest. "Hope you like it here."

"Thanks! I'm excited to be here," I replied, unable to keep the smile off my face. The banter and laughter surrounding the group were infectious, and I found myself relaxing in their presence.

As the afternoon wore on, I settled into the rhythm of the Greasers' camaraderie. The laughter and stories filled the air, and I felt a warmth begin to take root in my chest. This was so different from New York—here, I felt like I was part of something bigger than myself. I longed to be a part of this family forged by loyalty and resilience.

Later, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, I found myself sitting on the porch steps next to Ponyboy. The others had retreated inside, leaving us in comfortable silence. I stole glances at him, my heart racing as he turned to me, a soft expression on his face.

"So, what do you think of Tulsa so far?" he asked, his gaze focused on the stars beginning to twinkle above us.

"It's different. A lot quieter than New York," I admitted, nervously twisting a strand of hair around my finger. "But I think I like it. There's a sense of belonging here that I didn't expect."

Ponyboy nodded, a thoughtful look crossing his face. "Yeah, it has its charm. I've lived here my whole life, but it's nice to see it through someone else's eyes."

"What do you do for fun around here?" I asked, genuinely curious.

He chuckled, his smile widening. "Well, when we're not getting into trouble, we hang out, watch movies, and sometimes go to the drive-in. It's a good way to escape for a while."

"I'd love to go to the drive-in!" I exclaimed, excitement bubbling within me. The idea of a night out with the Greasers filled me with a sense of adventure.

"You should come with us next time," Ponyboy suggested, his gaze meeting mine. I felt a jolt of electricity at his words. "It's a blast."

"I'd like that," I replied, my cheeks warming at the thought.

Just then, Dally burst through the door, a playful glint in his eyes. "What are you two plotting out here? Trying to take over the world or something?"

"Just getting to know each other," Ponyboy replied, a hint of color creeping into his cheeks.

Dally raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smirk on his face. "Well, don't get too cozy. We have a reputation to maintain," he teased, nudging me playfully.

I laughed, feeling the tension ease. "I'm not worried. I can hold my own," I said, surprising even myself with the confidence in my voice.

As the night wore on, the laughter continued to mingle with the sounds of the Greasers, and I felt a sense of acceptance wash over me. This was where I belonged—a family forged in loyalty and resilience. Yet, deep down, I couldn't shake the feeling that beneath the surface, tensions were brewing, and secrets lingered in the shadows.

Little did I know, the adventures and trials I would face would test me in ways I never imagined, and the connections I would forge with Dallas, Ponyboy, and the rest of the Greasers would shape my destiny in ways I was yet to comprehend.

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Thank you for reading part 1/20!

"Life is to be lived, not controlled"

Faye out!

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