Greasers Promise // YN x Ponyboy Curtis

The Greaser Code.

The sun shone brightly the next morning, pouring through the windows of Dally's small house. I woke up to the sound of voices drifting through the walls—Dally and Johnny were already awake and bantering in the kitchen. I stretched, feeling refreshed from a night filled with dreams of carefree moments and the warm glances I'd shared with Ponyboy.

After a quick shower and a change into my favorite faded jeans and a loose shirt, I made my way to the kitchen, where the aroma of breakfast enveloped me like a warm hug. Dally stood at the stove, a spatula in hand, flipping a pancake with the kind of confidence that came naturally to him. Johnny sat at the table, a stack of pancakes already in front of him.

"Good morning, Y/N!" Johnny greeted me, his voice bright and cheerful. "You hungry?"

"Starving," I replied, grabbing a plate and joining them at the table. "What's on the menu?"

"Just pancakes, eggs, and a little bit of bacon," Dally said, sliding a plate stacked high with food in front of me. "Nothing fancy, but it'll keep you going."

As we ate, the conversation flowed easily between us. They recounted funny stories from their childhood—Dally's escapades involving a few close calls with the law, and Johnny's tales of daring rescues in their neighborhood. Laughter filled the air, a sound that seemed to chase away the shadows of the past.

After breakfast, I leaned back in my chair, the warmth of the food settling comfortably in my stomach. "So, what's the plan for today?" I asked, eager to explore more of Tulsa and the Greaser lifestyle.

"We should introduce you to the rest of the gang," Dally said, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "You can't really call yourself a Greaser until you've met the whole crew."

I felt a thrill of excitement. I had heard whispers about the Greasers and their tight-knit community, and the thought of being accepted into their world made my heart race.

"Let's go," Johnny said, standing up and stretching. "They're probably hanging out at the lot."

The three of us piled into Dally's car, the engine roaring to life as we sped down the streets of Tulsa. I glanced out the window, taking in the sights of this new city—everything felt fresh and alive, a stark contrast to the memories I had left behind in New York.

As we pulled into the parking lot, I spotted a group of familiar faces gathered near a makeshift picnic table. The guys were lounging around, laughing and teasing each other, their carefree attitudes infectious. My heart fluttered with anticipation as I stepped out of the car.

"Hey, look who's here!" Dally called, striding over to join the group. "Y/N's in the house!"

The guys turned their attention to me, and I felt a rush of warmth and nervousness. Ponyboy stood slightly apart from the rest, his eyes lighting up as he spotted me.

"Hey, Y/N!" he greeted, his smile making my heart skip a beat.

"Hi, Ponyboy!" I replied, feeling a mix of excitement and shyness.

"Come meet everyone," he said, gesturing for me to join him. I walked over, and he introduced me to the rest of the gang. There was Two-Bit, with his wild sense of humor, and Darry, who had a protective aura about him. Each of them welcomed me with open arms, making me feel like I was finally where I belonged.

As we settled in, I noticed the unspoken code that governed the Greasers. It was a bond forged through loyalty, respect, and a fierce sense of family. The way they interacted showed that they had each other's backs, no matter what. I realized that I had stumbled into a world where friendships ran deeper than blood, and I felt honored to be included.

"What do you think so far?" Ponyboy asked, leaning in closer as we found a spot on the grass.

"It's amazing! I can't believe how close you all are," I replied, glancing around at the group. "I've never really had friends like this before."

Two-Bit chimed in, flashing a playful grin. "You'll get used to it. Just remember, you're one of us now. That means no backing down in a fight and always standing up for your family."

"Yeah, and don't let the Socs push you around," Dally added, a serious look crossing his face. "We've got your back, Y/N. Always."

I nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude. It was comforting to know that I had allies in this new place, people who would stand by me through thick and thin.

The conversation flowed easily, with stories and laughter echoing through the lot. We talked about everything—our dreams, our fears, and the challenges we faced growing up in a world that often seemed stacked against us. I shared my experiences in New York, my complicated relationship with Dallas, and how I longed for a sense of belonging.

"Sounds like you've been through a lot," Johnny said softly, his gaze empathetic. "But you're here now. That's what matters."

"Yeah," I replied, the weight of my past still lingering in my mind. "I just hope I can find my place here."

"Trust me, you will," Ponyboy said, his voice steady. "Just be yourself, and don't be afraid to lean on us when you need to."

As the day wore on, I felt a growing connection with each of them, especially with Ponyboy. There was something special about him—his kindness, his sensitivity, and the way he seemed to understand me in ways I didn't yet fully grasp.

"Wanna take a walk?" Ponyboy asked, breaking me out of my thoughts. "I can show you the neighborhood."

"Sure! I'd love that," I replied, my heart racing with anticipation.

We walked side by side, the sounds of the gang fading into the background. As we strolled through the streets, Ponyboy shared stories about his favorite spots—where he liked to write, the park where they sometimes hung out, and the places that felt like home to him.

"Is that where you get your inspiration?" I asked, genuinely curious. "From the world around you?"

"Yeah, I think so. It helps to write about what you know, you know?" He paused, looking thoughtful. "I want to capture what it feels like to be us—the good and the bad."

"I'd love to read your stories," I said, my heart fluttering at the thought. "Maybe we can share them someday?"

Ponyboy's face lit up with a smile, and I felt a warmth spreading through me. "I'd like that. It's nice to have someone to share with."

As we walked, the connection between us deepened. We shared our dreams and fears, and I felt a sense of ease around him that I hadn't experienced before. It was as if I could finally breathe without the weight of my past suffocating me.

But as we turned the corner, I caught sight of a group of Socs loitering across the street. My heart raced at the sight of them, the memories of the past flooding back—fear, betrayal, and pain.

"Let's head back," I said, my voice slightly shaky.

Ponyboy glanced over, concern etching his features. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just... not a fan of the Socs," I admitted, my heart pounding.

"Come on, let's stick together. They won't mess with us," he assured me, but I could see the tension in his posture.

As we walked back toward the gang, I couldn't shake the feeling that trouble was brewing, lurking just beneath the surface of our newfound happiness. The ghosts of my past were still out there, waiting for the right moment to strike, and I had a sinking feeling that our world was about to change in ways I couldn't yet understand.

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Thank you for reading part 3/20!

"Who are you when nobody is watching?"

Faye out!

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