Outsiders Preferences, Imagines And Headcannons

Trouble

Warning: If you don't like fights, yelling brothers, dramtic shit and hickeys...go away XD

Ian glared at his younger brother, both sitting in their shared room. "You wouldn't dare." Ian growled.

Curly smirked. "ANGELA!" He yelled.

"DAMNIT CURLY!" Ian yelled and Angela opened the door with her eyes closed.

"Who's clothed?" She asked.

"Both of us." Ian said truthfully.

"Ok. Good. Now, what?" She set her hand on her hip and stared at her brother's, taking glances in patterns. Before Curly could speak, Angela looked at Ian and her eyes went big. "Oh...my...god!"

"Angela! Don't. Tell. Tim." Ian said in a quiet voice.

"Did Brook..." Ian nodded to answer her question. "Did you..." He nodded again. "Darry's gonna murder you both..."

"I know. So shut up." Ian knew the trouble he was in, he couldn't imagine what Brook was going through.

~Ovee at the Curtis'~

"BROOKLYN KATHLEEN CURTIS!" Sodapop screamed, standing up.

"SODA! SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Brook silenced him. "I DON'T WANNA DARRY TO FIND OUT!" She stopped yelling, realizing Darry could probably hear her.

Brook went back to covering up the marks Ian gave her on her neck and collar bone with make-up.

"Darry's gonna find out." Sodapop told her.

"Duh-Dur!" Brook snapped at him in a stupid voice. "God I'm so fucking dead..." She sighed. "Don't. Tell. A single soul." She hissed at her brother.

"Cross my heart, hope to die." Soda promised.

"Thank you." Brook sighed in relief.

"Not even Ste-."

"Not even Steve." She finished for him.

Soda took a deep breath. "I'm your older brother...so I am disappointed in you..." He tried to sound like Darry. "I'm kidding! I love you!" He hugged his sister, Brook moved her neck away from his arm so the progress she made wouldn't be ruined.

"Go get ready for work." Brook shooed him out of the bathroom.

~At the Shepard's~

Ian figured he could go to school without Tim noticing. So when Tim had his back turned, Ian tried sneaking out.

"Why are you leaving? I can give you a ride." Tim caught him.

Ian didn't turn around. "Nah, I'mma walk."

"Turn around." Tim leaned back against the counter.

"I'm gonna be late."

"Now, Ian."

Ian mentally counted to three and put his hood up, shadowing his face.