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This was not the cliché story of the new girl in town, or the new neighbours of the Curtis’ street. [Y/F/N] seemed to rub the gang up the right way. Maybe it was her gorgeous smile, or her charisma? At first, all seven of the boys just saw her has another girl, another broad, but eventually they began to stand up for her against Socs and looking out for her at parties.
Sodapop began to notice her coming and going from the DX Station throughout the days, even sometimes when she was supposed to be in school. Steve thought it was an attempt to flirt with his best friend, but her attitude was different to most girls. They tended to come in packs, most of them, like a pack of wolves. A couple would take on Soda and a couple would take on Steve. They would send charming compliments and wore their skirts extra short those days. But, [Y/N] let off a different vibe.
Ponyboy began to notice her in his classes as he skipped a grade. She would sit patiently, quietly, but not shy. In English she would give excellent presentations. Pony gets sucked right in, like a whirlpool. Was it her [E/C] eyes, like a porcelain doll? Or was it just the way she spoke, the way her sentences flowed? Pony did not know, and quite frankly, he did not care. He just knew he wanted her to be a part of the gang.
Johnny began to notice her on those lonely nights at the arcade. Besides the lot, the arcade was his second favourite place. He loved defeating the villains of each game while sipping a coke. She started joining him after the day they met, as soon as she noticed him on the other side of the arcade window. They both upgraded to milkshakes when they scraped their pockets for cash, almost wanting to please each other. Johnny loved having a partner to share his nights with, to get away from his parents. It was nice to have another gang member his age and someone who could be as quiet as him.
Darrel began to notice her when she would cook that magnificent Sunday roast. It was almost like having Mrs. Curtis back, except the gravy was not up to Steve’s fussy standards. Darry would insist that he helped, but [Y/N] would only push the boys out of the kitchen. She wore a cute pink apron with white frills, allowing her [H/C] hair to stand out as even more magnificent. Darry began to wear that apron when he cooked, making sure none of the boys were home of course. It smelled like her perfume and it kept the oldest Curtis brother at ease.
Steve began to notice her when she commented on his time at school. It was like she almost cared? When Steve began skipping school to get more hours at the DX, [Y/N] was the first to pick up that it was to spend more time with Soda. Steve was angry at first, thinking she was judging him, but he quickly realised by the softness of her tone and the gentleness in her eyes, she was only trying to help. She was only trying to fit in herself, find a place where she belonged. Steve realised it actually felt nice. It felt like he had another mother, a sister that was looking out for him when he was falling apart. He would lend her his DX jacket whenever she was the littlest bit chilly. It was a simple gesture, but he hoped it made her feel part of the gang; he hoped it made her feel welcome, because to him, she was welcome any day.
Two-Bit began to notice her when she would accidentally fall asleep on the Curtis’ couches, mostly on the quieter Friday evenings when Two-Bit would sit with a nice drink and listen to a quiet song on the record. The other boys’ voices would disrupt the peace as most of the time they would play cards at the dining table. Two-Bit would turn to look at [Y/N], throwing a blanket over her. He remembered how earlier that day she laughed the loudest at his jokes, sometimes the only one to laugh. She would roll over on the couch and make an adorable noise as her eyes fluttered open, looking at Two-Bit down on the floor. She would offer him a grin and ask for a swig of what he was drinking, a giggle also escaping her lips that proved to be persuasive. He would spill his problems to her when the gang were not listening, mostly about his family life. She was there to make jokes about sticky situations, making the day better, when he failed to. She was the one to make Two-Bit smile, make him laugh for a change, and he adored that.
Dallas began to notice her when she realised the man who Dally really was. No, she did not break his outer shell. He was still tough and cold around her, but when he was alone she made his heart melt. He craved to see her again the next day. [Y/N]’s aroma was almost therapeutic, like she had the capabilities to heal everybody’s problems by just one smile. It was the nights where she would encounter Socs he felt the most protective of her. Dally feared to tarnish her reputation. Yes, she had fun and she went wild with the rest of the hoods, but she never dreamed of ending up in the cooler next to Dallas Winston. That was when he realised he wanted her to be a part of his life; the times when he took full blame when the two of them got up to mischief. [Y/N] would be the one to visit him the most and she would ask why, but he would never answer. Except, all he would say is a simple, “You’re in our gang, [Y/N]. We got each other’s backs,” and he would watch her walk away with a small smile on her beautiful face; he made her feel that she belonged, all of them did.
