The Outsiders (one shots and preferences)

11. Ponyboy X Reader

T/W: Blood, Death, Car accidents

This wasn't supposed to happen...

It was the day of Ponyboy's 17th birthday. He had gotten his license earlier that day, and Darry had let him use his truck to pick you up. You got into his truck after wishing him a happy birthday, having no idea where you were going. He planned on taking you to The Nightly Double and seeing a movie you had been talking about. Neither of you noticed the truck speeding through the stop sign at the intersection.

It crashed into the passenger side, your side. Ponyboy, except for cuts from the shattered windshield and whiplash from the air bag, was fine. But blood stained the right side of his jacket, and it wasn't his. Your right leg was shattered. You had deep cuts oozing blood all over you. You were slipping in and out of consciousness as the paramedics loaded you into the ambulance and drove you to the hospital.

Darry and Soda arrived at the hospital first. Then Two-Bit and Johnny, then Steve, and finally Dally. Ponyboy wouldn't leave the side of your bed, even though you were in a medically-induced coma. Your heart, all though it was beating, was beating slowly. The rest of the gang knew what was probably going to happen, that you probably weren't going to make it, but Pony couldn't believe it. He wouldn't believe it.

He was sitting next to you when you flatlined. He yelled for help from somebody, anybody. His shriek of agony could be heard through the entire hospital after you were pronounced dead. The gang enveloped him in a tight hug, all crying themselves. Even Darry was crying. You and Pony had been together for years. They had adopted you into the gang, as a part of their family. And now you were gone.

You died the day after Ponyboy turned 17.