Sorry mom, I'm in love with a Greaser ~ the outsiders ~ greasers x reader

Chapter Eleven

You wake up with a pounding headache. You jump out of bed and run down stairs to take some aspirin. Just as you finish your gulp of water, you hear your dad walk into the room.

"What's that stench?" He asks, aggressively.
You turn around, confused.
"Is it your clothes?" He asks.

You realise that 'that stench' was the smell of weed. The weed that you had smoked with DALLAS WINSTON, the same DALLAS WINSTON that you were forbidden to see.

He approaches you. You step back, not wanting him to recognise the smell. He then lunges forward and grabs your collar. He sniffs the air. You tense.

"Darling", he shouts, beckoning your mother.
She walks in.
"Smell y/n's clothes, it can't be?" He says.
Your mother leans in and smells your T-shirt.
"Y/N!" She screams.
"Why does your T-shirt stink of weed?" Your dad shouts.
"It's not my T-shirt, it's one I found at a party." You say quickly.
"You went to a party?" Your dad shouts, even angrier.

You sigh and look embarrassed.
" just ground me already, whatever", you say, wanting to eat it over and done with.
"No, you're not grounded. I want you to get out of our house. NOW", your dad shouts. Your mother looks scared.

You stomp out, still wearing the dirty clothes. You run across Tulsa, to the Curtis'a house. You run through the door, tears rolling down your face. The whole gang was there.

"What's wrong y/n?" Darry asks, standing up immediately.
"My parents just kicked me out, they smelt weed on my T-shirt", you say in a whimpering voice.
You see Dallas look at Darry, scared that he was going to get told off.

"Weed?" Darry asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, me and Dally smoked some last night in the lot. It was my decision, he didn't force me so don't be mad at him".
Darry turned to Dallas. He moves close to him slowly.
"If I ever hear of you giving people drugs again, I'll skin you alive." Darry whispers. Dallas swallows and nods quickly. Darry stands back up. Twobit stands up and hugs you. You're tears make his Micky mouse T-shirt wet.

"Gosh y/n, you do smell", Twobit laughed. You smiled.
"May I take you out to get some clothes?" He asks you.
You nod.
"Can I come?" Ponyboy and Steve say at the same time.
"I wanna come too", Johnny says.
"And me", Dallas says.
"If you're all going in going too", Soda says.
"No, just me and y/n", Twobit says. "It's out first date".

Oh god, you think to yourself.

You both walk out the street.
"So where do you wanna go?" He asks you.
"Let's go to the new Urban Outfitters, or Tommy Hilfiger?" You say.
"Oh, well I don't think they'll let us in, me being a greaser and you smelling like that", he laughs.
You feel disgusting, you hold your T-shirt's out in front of you as if it helped.

"Let's try, I really need some new nice clothes", you say.
"Well I was going to offer to pay, but I can't afford that much", Twobit laughs.
"It's fine, I've got my purse", you assure him.

"So, how was the weed?" He asks you.
"Surprisingly good. I don't want to make it a habit though.", you say.
"I wouldn't mind doing to with you sometime", he smiles at you. You smile back.
He then went on to tell you about the first time he smoked weed, and how he stole a load of women's underwear from a store and threw them through socs bedroom windows, so their girlfriends would think they were cheating on them when they see women's underwear on their boyfriends floor.
You belted out laughing.

He then went on to tell you about a girl he once dated. Apparently she wasn't very pretty, but she had 'one hell of a sense of humour' and thats what he fell in love with her for. You smiled. That was one of the most sweetest things you'd ever heard.