Leather Jackets {The Outsiders Preferences}

When it's the Fourth of July

SURPRISE UPDATEEE 🎉
OOPS THIS IS A DAY LATE; I started writing it yesterday but I got real tired cuz it was like 2 AM 😂
Note: these are kinda based off of deejustice 's 4th of July modern preference oops love ya

Ponyboy:

"Pony! Come on and help me!" You called. He ran from his bedroom and skidded into the living room. You stifled a laugh as he almost fell into the couch.

"Hey (Y/N)! Whadda need help with?" he asked. He was dressed in an American flag shirt and some jeans. He also was wearing an American flag around his shoulders and sunglasses. Indoors.

"Very impressive, Mr. Patriotic."

"Oh thanks."

"Anyways, help me with these please, Uncle Sam." You were swallowed by a bunch of boxes.

"You're gonna tease me all day, huh." You nodded with a grin. He took some into your hands and helped you carry them to the park.

It was July 4th, and the gang was celebrating with a BBQ, like always. Johnny, Soda, and Steve were already there helping out: Johnny with the games and Soda and Steve with the utensils and dishes.

"So what are in these boxes, (Y/N)?" Pony asked as you two set them down onto the grass.

"Fireworks," you said with a smirk. You knew very well that Pony was very very VERY afraid of fireworks. He almost dropped the third box as you said the dreaded word.

"W-what?" he stammered. "F-f-fireworks?" Steve jumped onto him, making Pony jump into the air about two feet. You laughed.

"Pansy," Steve said with a grin then went off to help Soda. Pony tried to shrug off the feeling.

"You'll be fine, Pone," you said. "I didn't buy big ones because there aren't that many firework stands here in Tulsa."

"Yeah..."

"Pony! Hone! Come back!" You laughed as he slowly backed away. He started to run back to the house and you ran after him. "Ponyboy Curtis, get back here!"

"You'll have to catch me!" He grinned grinned him. Boys.

Sodapop:

Soda looked up when he heard you greet Steve.

"Hey! Doll over here!" He waved. You waved back and jogged over.

"Hey Sods," you said. He pulled you into a hug and kissed your nose. You crinkled your face. "Whatcha doing?" He released to and gestured to the object.

"A record player? You dragged this all the way?" you asked with an amused look.

"Don't look at me like that, doll! This party is going to be amazing, and it needs music. Anyways, I also got these!" He grinned evilly as he took out a box full of water balloons. You laughed.

"You scoundrel, Sodapop."

"You betcha."

"Who's our first target?" you asked, taking one out and tossing it to see how heavy it was. He had filled them good. Soda looked around and then pointed.