The Outsiders Imagines And Preferences

Ponyboy Imagine

   I was pacing the floor. It was almost two in the morning, and they still weren't back from the rumble. I ran my hands through my hair, practically in tears. I had told Pony not to go. He was just so stubborn. Suddenly, the door opened. I jumped and looked over. One by one they came in. Steve was limping. Soda had a black eye and a split lip. Two had a gash on his cheek and another on his hand. Darry was covered in cuts and bruises. Johnny was cradling his wrist. Dally had a split lip. Pony wasn't there.

   "Where's Pony?" I asked, panicky. They looked around, bewildered and guilty.

   "Shit." Darry muttered.

   "Pony!" I yelled, making a break for the door. Dally grabbed me. "Let me go! Let me go! I have to find him!" I screamed, kicking and thrashing and crying.

   "Cool it, Y/n. He'll turn up eventually." He huffed, wrapping his arms tight around me.

   "I have to find him." I sobbed. Soda walked over and took my arm.

   "Y/n..." He said quietly.

   "I told him not to go. I knew he'd get hurt. I knew it. I have to find him." I broke down. Dally let go of me and I fell to the floor, a bawling mess. Soda scooped me up and curled up on the couch with me.

   "Pony's fine, baby. He just got separated. He'll be okay." He soothed me, rubbing my back. I sobbed into his chest.

   We laid there for what must have been hours. The gang was asleep. I was almost out when I heard the door open.

   "Ponyboy!" I exclaimed, jumping up and stumbling across the floor. I jumped on him and started crying into his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. "I-I was so worried about you. Are you okay?" I asked. He just let out a shaky breath. "Pony?" I asked, sniffling and pulling back to look at him. I gasped. He had a cut on his forehead that was bleeding profusely, he had a black eye, his face was covered in blood, and he was wheezing. I jumped off of him.

   "Y/n...I'm okay. Don't worry." He whispered. I shook my head, crying.

   "Darry!!! Darry!!! We gotta get Pony to the hospital!!!" I hollered. The gang woke up.

   "Well shit, Pony, that's what you get for not listening to your girlfriend." Two said, grinning.

   "Shut up." Pony muttered, causing Two to cackle.

   "You alright Pone? Come on, let's get you to the truck." Soda said, setting his hand on Pony's shoulder. I stood there, crying. Pony pulled me into his chest.

   "Don't worry, baby girl. I'll be alright." He whispered.

   "I wanna go with you." I sniffled.

   "Stay here and get some rest, Y/n. It's nearly 5 in the morning. Soda and I'll go with him and make sure he gets back safe and sound." Darry assured me.

   "N-no! I wanna go with him!" I sobbed into Pony's chest.

   "You need to get some sleep." Pony said.

   "B-but I-"

   "Y/n. You're staying." He said firmly. I stopped crying for a second. He never got bossy with me.

   "Come on." Dally said quietly, pulling me away.

   "NO!" I screamed and started crying again. Pony took my face in his hands and kissed me gently.

   "I love you." He said. Then they left. Dally laid back down and I stood there, crying.

   "Come on, Y/n, you're gonna make yourself sick." Johnny said, standing up. I was frozen in place. He led me to the couch. "Lay down and get some rest, please. He'll be okay." He said softly, kissing my head. I nodded and closed my eyes, drifting off to sleep.

   I was awoken by the sound of voices.

   "Don't wake her up." Dally said.

   "But it's nearly 4!" Two whined.

   "You wanna deal with Pony? Be my guest. But I'm telling you, if you wake her up, he'll beat the tar outta you. He's more concerned about her getting sleep than the fact that he has 3 broken ribs and a concussion. Dumb kid." Dally replied.

   "Three broken ribs?" I asked, sitting up.

   "I DIDNT DO IT!!!" Two hollered, running out of the room. Dally ran after him, threatening him. I stood up and walked into Pony and Soda's room, where Pony was laying in bed,  reading.

   "Ponyboy?" I mumbled. He looked up.

   "Hey, baby girl. Sleep well?" He asked as I crawled in bed next to him. I shrugged and laid my head on his shoulder.

  "Three broken ribs and a concussion?" I asked. He sighed and wrapped his arms around me, then kissed my head.

   "It ain't nearly as bad as it sounds, I promise." He reassured me.

   "I love you Ponyboy Curtis, you know that? You scared me real bad last night." I told him.

   "I know, princess. I'm sorry." He sighed. I pressed my lips softly against his. He pulled me close and moved his lips perfectly in sync with mine.