The Outsiders Imagines And Preferences

Ponyboy Curtis imagine

The warning bell rang. 30 seconds before class. I power walked down the hallway, hoping I wasn't tardy.

I walked in to the classroom and sat in an empty seat by one of my good friends, Ponyboy Curtis.

"Gee, Y/N. Outta breath?" He chuckled, just as the bell rang.

I panted and nodded, but smiled. "It was a race against time. I barely made it before the window to the past closed. I was going to be forever stuck in the future!" I dramatically retold my fictionalized story.

Pony and I laughed. Then our teacher, Miss Jackson, walked in. (A/N: References everywhere)

Pony and I straightened up and looked up front.

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We were assigned partner work, and Pony and I decided to work together.

"A movie poster for a book?" He questioned, staring at the blank sheet resting on the line separating our desks. We pushed then together that way we can both see the paper.

"Boy, could I use a weed right now."

"Oh come on, Ponyboy" I rolled my eyes. "Smoking's a bad idea. You wanna be a track star with 80 year old lungs?"

Pony shook his head. "It's a habit."

"A bad one." I looked at our poster and thought of the book we were supposed to be doing it on.

"Alice in Wonderland is a girly book." Pony said.

"It's my favorite." I replied.

"Oh, makes sense."

"What's that supposed to mean, huh?" I teased, hitting Pony's arm.

"Y/L/N, Curtis, please work or I'll find you two different partners."

The whole class had eyes on us.

"Sorry, Miss Jackson." Pony and I said in unison.

The class went back to their own partners and Pony and I giggled quietly.

"She acts like someone shoved her out the backdoor." Pony whispered, causing a stifled laugh out of me.

"I ain't good at drawin', can you do it?"

I nodded and began Alice's head.

"So, any crushes?" I nudged Pony slightly.

"Wouldn't ya like to know." Pony nudged back.

I laughed. "Seriously, though. Like anyone?"

Pony's face got serious.

"If I do, promise not to flip if I tell ya?"

Oh God, if he likes Laura Hargrove I'll smack him. She's the nastiest girl in school, and I don't mean that as a joke. I mean she eats her own boogers for lunch and bites and swallows her fingernails. Yeah.

"Oh Jesus, Pony. Is it Laura?" I stopped in the middle of Alice's hair and looked at him.

He got close to my ear.

"Don't tell nobody." He whispered.

"Okay, okay. Who is it?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"We should stop talking in ellipses."

"Yeah, you're right."

"Anyway, who?"

"Well, I uh,I kinda like you, Y/N."

The pencil hit the desk.

"Me?!"

"Sh!" Pony's eyes were pleading.

"Well, uh. I kinda like you back, Pony."

"Wanna go steady?" Pony smiled excitedly.

"Hold your horses, now." (A/N: Get it?)

Pony's face fell.

"Hey, come on Pony. That's not a no."

"What is it then?"

"Ah, well. I mean... It's a yes, definitely, absolutely." I grinned. (A/N, Any Fallers? Eh?"

"Oh gee, this's great!"

"Sh, or we'll get-"

"I'm gonna tell Soda and Darry, Johnny too! And Dallas, yeah-"

"Pony, we're gonna get separated, hush." I laughed.

Pony put his arm around my waist as best as his could.

"I'm so happy. My life's gettin' better." He smiled cheesily.

"I'm glad I could help, Ponyboy." I smiled back, and we continued our poster.