The Outsiders X Reader

Trouble? Sure am ( part 8 )

Creeeeeeeeakk

Shit.

Of course this 30 year old wooden staircase has to be rude when I'm trying to get away with my usual bullshit at almost 5 in the AM.

I close my eyes bracing for the impact of a belt, spatula, slipper, and/or various other beating devices my mom has used on my ( already sore ) ass before. You would think that my mom would be used to my sleeping-around antics after about 2 years, but the slipper marks on my body say otherwise.

" An apology and 25 dollars please. "

I slowly open my eyes and unfold from my flinching position. " Huh? "

" If you feel like ruining your genitals and getting pregnant Y/N, that's not my problem. But I need gas money. "

" B-but I need condoms to ruin my genitals, a-and sour patch kids, I need sour patch kids too. I need that money mom. "

" Have your new dog Sally buy them, and go eat his kids instead of the poor sour patch ones. Also, make it 30. "

I didn't realize my mouth had been open that wide until some drool started coming out.

" First of all, his name is Dally. And, " I roll my eyes and grab my small purse full of scam money, " Here. Go get your " gas money " I say in finger quotations, knowing damn well she does not have a car.

She counts the money and sits back in her gaming chair for more countless hours. I quickly waddle upstairs and grab my screaming pillow. I haven't had sex in almost a week, so to say my body felt like a rusty bike, was an understatement. Of course I would never admit that it was worth it but.... it was worth it.

* 3 days later *

I haven't seen Dally since the " incident ", and not gonna lie, my ass has felt much better without all the continuous smacking he insisted on doing EVERY time I was in front of him. That said, maybe I miss Dally just a teensy weensy little bit. But I do miss the gang, so I head out to " accidentally " pass by the rugrat house.

The screen door was wide open, and everyone seemed to be there, loud as all hell of course, so I walk on in and hop on the couch.

" Ah look fellas! Dally's broad's legs finally healed! " Two-bit shouts, telling me that Dally must of told him about our..... adventure.

" HA ha One-Bite, is it? You are HILARIOUS GOSH a REAL comedian. " I exaggerate hitting him hard enough for him to get the hint.

" You broke your legs? What happened Y/N? Are you alright now? " Johnny asked all innocently. I couldn't help but coo at how pure his thoughts were.

" Ah, no Johnny I just.....fell....really hard on my knees, so my legs hurt for a while. I'm fine now though. " I said in a bit of a panic.

" Yeah her knees are DEFINITELY bruised alright. " Steve snickers, already catching onto the situation.

" But Y/N, are you and Dally..... a " thing "? Darry asks, using finger quotes.

" Uh, I, um, no. No we aren't. " I say, a little confused if my own words were true.

" Well, that's good, I was worried for a second. "

" Hm? Why "

" Well it's just....Dally went out about a half an hour ago, and by the looks of the broad that was out front, he probably ain't gon be back till tomorrow mornin' ". Darry said a bit hesitantly, slightly chucking at the end.