New story idea! Thanks to Sins-of-Tragedy and Cool_Cheeseball_26!
Your POV
I ran out of the store, followed by Two-Bit and Sodapop laughing. "That was awesome! Nice work, kitten!" Two-Bit said as he ruffled my H/C hair. "The look on his face was priceless! I can't believe you actually pulled out a blade on him, princess!" Soda laughed. My face went red hearing Soda call me princess. All the guys have nicknames for me, but Soda's careful with his. Soda laughed as he imitated the store clerk's face, "Please don't cut me. I have a family." I recited my exact words while pulling my blade out of a pocket inside of my leather jacket, "And I'm hungry, now let us buy our damn snacks, or you'll be seeing your family in the hospital." He put in the snacks and let us go afterwards. I smiled, putting away my blade as Sodapop laughed. His smile is so hot.. I felt rain come down and the guys pull me to the Curtis' house. My house was by Two-Bit's, so I often stayed at Two-Bit or went to mine. We ran in, slightly drenched by the rain. No one was home, I guess Pony and Darry went out. The door was never locked either. We could go in anytime. No one would rob our houses anyways. "Have you used the blade on anyone yet, kitten?" Two-Bit asked curiously. "I almost had to the day I got jumped by the Socs that hurt Johnny." I said kicking the dirt with my boots as I walked on. Soda put his hand on my shoulder, "When was that, princess?" I didn't look up, I almost got killed, Two-Bit found me when he was looking for me. Tears formed in my eyes as I remembered the Socs, one had rings on his hand. My salty tears fell to the dirt before me. They both noticed and Soda places his hand under my chin, moving my head up to look into his dark brown eyes. "Aw, princess..don't cry," He said as his face softened and he wiped away the tears with his thumb, "What happened?" Two-Bit hugged me from behind and kissed the top of my head. "Well, I was coming back from work, ya know, trying to get home in the middle of the night. I heard a car behind me and I didn't think it was the blue Mustang."
Flashback
It was a late day at work. "Ugh, I gotta get home, or Two-Bit'll worry." I said to myself. Beep! "Go around!" I yelled back. "Oh look, our little broad has a mouth!" I heard them laugh. I turned around going for my blade. "Lay off, Socs!" Two Socs came out of the car. "Hey babe! You shouldn't talk like that if you want to leave okay?" They were drinking, I could tell. I took out my blade, "Leave me alone!" They laughed, "And if we don't? We aren't going to leave a good looking Greaser go to waste, baby." I walked closer and the one with the rings punched me cutting my cheek. That won't heal well. I dropped my blade, so I threw as many punches as I could. "That won't do you well, honey." The other punched me leaving me blacked out. I felt someone pick me up, my eyes opened slightly. "T-Two-Bit?" I croaked out. "Kitten, are you okay? What happened? ," he asked hesitantly while carrying me to his house. "Socs...came...at...me...on my way from work..." I spoke out quietly. He pushed open his door, and lied me down on the table. (A/N NO STOP GET YOUR MIND OUTTA THE GUTTER I LOVE YOU) He looked at my face and tried to stop the bleeding. He ended up just wrapping it in gauze. He got out the clothes I usually wear to sleep at his house and helped me put them on. Everything hurt immensely, I fell asleep in pain.
End of Flashback
"Wow, I didn't think that could happen." Soda said surprised. "Y-yea..." I said breathing slowly. He hugged me, "Don't worry it won't happen again." He kissed my forehead, and Two-Bit smiled at me. "I think he likes you." Two-Bit mouthed at me. "Not likely, bubby." I mouthed back. I smiled at the thought of the guy I've loved since I moved here loving me back.
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-FailingGhoul
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