Wrong House! ~ Ponyboy x Reader Fanfiction

Chapter 4~ "She wants to kiss you!"

This chapter is really long lol
Enjoy!
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2nd Person PoV

"(Y/n) I didn't know you liked hanging upside down from lampposts." Soda said with a dangerous grin. He knows about the part of the dream where you kissed Dally. You were freaking out, imagining the worst. What if he tells Dally and everyone finds out. They're gonna think you're in love with him. Which isn't true, you would never crush on any of the boys in the gang, it's too risky. The kiss didn't even mean anything. You didn't have any feelings for Dally. You had absolutely no clue where that came from.

Then, you remember the dream you had of sweet ol' Ponyboy. Now that made you feel things, but that's not the point. You know Soda didn't have any clue about that because he was asleep when you woke up. You were hoping that it would all just go away.

Even though you were a bit shook, you made your way to the kitchen for some breakfast. Sitting at the table was Pony, while Darry was cooking up some pancakes.
"Hey (y/n)! How'd ya sleep?" Right after Ponyboy said this, he let out a big yawn. He seemed awfully tired. "Too well," you replied remembering the wild things you dreamt. Sodapop came walking into the room right then and there. "And why is that?" Sodapop butted in. You knew you were dead, might as well play along. "Hmm Soda I don't know. I just remember I had this wild dream." You looked up at him. "What happened in that wild dream huh?" He had you right where he wanted you. "That's the problem, I just can't seem to remember any of it," you replied with a wide smile. He shook his head and went for the fridge. Ponyboy looked at you, curiosity filling his green eyes. The same eyes you saw in the dream, in which he was so close. You looked to the opposite side of the room, embarrassment washing over you.

All 4 of you ate breakfast in silence, comfortable silence. Darry kept looking over to you for approval of the breakfast he had just served. You had to admit, Darry was an excellent cook. You just remembered that you barely knew any of the boys besides Ponyboy, and you didn't even know him that well. Although it felt like you and him had been friends forever. Ponyboy made you feel comfortable, and appreciated. He never looked bored when you were around. He always seemed happy to be with you. Which made you happy. "WAIT PONYBOY, WE'RE LATE FOR SCHOOL!" You shouted without thinking twice about it. "Uh (y/n), it's Saturday," he answered while chuckling at your sudden outburst. You felt a bit of embarrassment but soon shook it off. Since it's Saturday, you have nothing to do. You decided to head home to change and return to the Curtis home later.

You head outside and pick your bike up off the lawn. You hop on and speed home. On the way, you couldn't stop thinking about the amazing night you had. You made so many new friends in just 1 day. You couldn't help but feel accomplished, just because someone made a prank call to the lame pizza shop you work at. Destiny seemed to be calling. Why else would you be the one who got caught up in the whole thing? Life is a mystery. These boys seem to be important for the future. For fucks sake they probably are your future. While lost in your thoughts, you hit a rock and go flying off the front of your bike. You hit the pavement head first with a loud thud. At first, all you felt is shock from flying off, you were an excellent bike rider and the incident came as a total surprise at first. Soon enough, sharp pains on your forehead and cheek set in. You feel the blood dripping from both cuts. You dust yourself off and hurry home. The cut on your forehead is still gushing, while the other one has dried. You didn't have any medical supplies at home, maybe only a few normal band-aids. To clean the cuts, you simply dab a wet cloth around the areas where there was lots of blood. By now, the cut on your cheek was totally fine, although both were very noticeable.

You shrug it off and make your way to the bedroom you've slept in for 14 years. Everything was neat and perfect as always considering your mom always went in to clean it. You waddle over to your dresser and slip on a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt. A quick look in the mirror shows you how bad you're cut up. Weirdly, it makes you look tuff. You get a good chuckle out of it and stroll into the kitchen. No one was home so you decided to just sit on the table and chill for an hour or two. After a while, you get a horrible headache, and decide to head over to Ponyboy's place.