Sodapop Curtis X Reader

chapter three

The Curtis house sat on the corner of the block. Everyone filed inside and made themselves at home. Except me. I stood awkwardly near the door. I wasn't sure what to do.

Sodapop, who was sprawled across the couch, motioned me over. "C'mon, (Y/N). Don't be shy. We don't bite."

"At least not fellow greasers," Two-Bit quipped.

I sat in the last empty spot on the couch. I realized how exhausted I was and slouched down, stretching out.

Sodapop began to ask me something, but I was alseep in seconds.

When I woke, I was stretched over the couch, a blanket draped across my knees. Ponyboy was in the kitchen near the stove. I heard sizzling.

I stretched my back and sat up, rubbing my eyes. I threw the blanket off of me and stood, my bare feet tingling on the cold floor. Whoever covered me with the blanket must have pulled my boots and socks off as well.

I made my way to the kitchen, still sluggish from sleep. "Hey, Ponyboy," I said.

He jumped. "Hey, (Y/N)," he said. You scared me. Didn't hear you come in."

I laughed. "Sorry." I slid into a chair at the kitchen table.

"Hungry?" Ponyboy asked. He slid a fried egg off of the skillet and onto a plate.

I nodded. "A little."

He slid the plate in front of me. A fried egg and some bacon. "How old are you, Ponyboy?" I asked, biting into the bacon.

"I'm fourteen," he replied, returning to the stove.

"You good in school?"

"I'm suppose so. I make good grades. I'm on track A squad, too." He looked at me. "What about you?"

"I dropped out," I replied. "All I could really pass was gym and mechanics... and math. But that's not enough."

"Soda's a dropout, too."

As if summoned when Ponyboy said his name, a shirtless Sodapop rushed into the kitchen. He shamelessly swallowed a forkful of my egg and snagged a piece of my bacon. "Anyone seen my DX shirt?" he asked through a mouthful of food. "OR my jeans?"

"I ironed them, they're hanging in my closet." Darry came into the kitchen then. Sodapop ran to Darry's room. "(Y/N)." He nodded to me and offered a friendly smile.

"Hi," I said weakly.

Sodapop rushed back in, wearing jeans now, but still lacking a shirt. He snatched a glass from the cupboard and filled it with milk, then poured what seemed like a half of a bottle of chocolate syrup into it. He mixed it quickly and downed half of it in one gulp.

"Hurry," Darry said. "You're gonna be late."

"I'm hurryin', I'm hurryin'," Sodapop thrust the glass into my hands. He rushed from the room and returned moments later, wearing an open, short sleeved button up over a white muscle shirt. He squeezed Ponyboy in a tight hug and said, "Later, kiddo."

Then he turned to me and threw an arm around my neck. He came in for a side hug, taking the glass and taking another sip. He handed it back to me. He was so close he had to look straight down to meet my eyes. I looked up at him. "Finish that for me, will ya?" he said, giving me a playful smile. He patted my cheek and rushed after Darry, who was already out the door.

Ponyboy sighed. "It's been a day, and he already has the hots for ya."

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A/N

Sorry it was so short. They'll get longer as the story builds. Also were gonna pretend that Sandy doesn't exist :)