An Outsider ( A Ponyboy Curtis Fanfic)

(Put Name In Later)

*****Pony POV*****

We were all wasted and Darry ran out the front door in his boxers. I would say all of us, with the exception of Soda, were totally out of it.

Jazz was yelling at everybody in Spanish. I figured out that after my honest drunkenness I get really happy.

Eventually everyone was fried. Darry went to bed after 20 minutes of running down the street in his boxers yelling; "I LIVE WITH HOODLUMS!" Two-Bit was asleep on the kitchen table and Johnny was spread on the living room floor. Jazz was sitting on the couch on her 7th beer. I was sitting in Darry's chair reading his paper.

"I don't know what Darry g-gets out of reading this," I hiccupped.

"Maybe he just doesn't want to talk to us," Johnny says from the floor. He scared me. I didn't know he was awake.

"Ahh, Johnny don't do that. You scared the hell out of me," I say jumping a little.

Jasmine stirred in her place. She slowly stood up and walked over to me.

She slowly stood up and walked over to me. She sat down in my lap and started playing with my hair.

"Jazz. Are you okay?" I asked her.

"No," she said with a Spanish accent to it. She stood up and grabbed my hand. "Ven conmigo." she said. (Come with me)

She pulled me up and we walked up the stairs. We walked pat mine and Soda's room and into hers. She sat on her bed and patted the spot across from her. I sat down and looked into her eyes. her usual purple eyes had an empty look to them. Like she wasn't fully there.

"Jazz, are you in there," I asked waving my hand in front of her face. She whacked my hand away and mumbled something in Spanish. Her eyes changed. I couldn't read them, but they turned more to a black-ish purple.

She scooted closer to me and sat on my lap, it felt familiar to earlier today.

She forcibly pressed her lips to mine. I was surprised because I felt like our roles were reversed. I returned the feeling with full force.

After a minute or two she pulled away and said, "Soy la chica. Yo estoy a cargo." (I'm the girl. I'm in charge." I saw the lightest hint of lust in her eyes. In a split second she had smashed lips to mine again.

I didn't think. I acted. She ran her hands through my hair. I put my hand to her back and pressed her closer to me while lying her down. She never breaks the kiss. She pulled my shirt over my head. Breaking the kiss for a second to do so.

She is drunk. Don't do this. You're both drunk. Stop! I thought to myself. But I ignored my brain.

I pulled off the straps to the coveralls, then her shirt under it. She pulled away and smiled at me. She may be drunk but I know she knew what she was doing.

****Jazz POV****

I may be drunk but I know what I'm doing. I don't know why, but I'm not objecting.

****Pony POV****

She flips us over, straddling me. I black out but I'm not asleep, or past out.

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I wake up in Jasmine's room. I look beside me. Jasmine is asleep. I do a double take, she isn't wearing anything. Oh God, what happened last night?