The Outsiders Preferences (and the occasional one-shot)

How He Asks You To Be His Girlfriend

Getting back into writing for Johnny was kinda hard for some reason. I've grown out of  Pony, Johnny, and Dally for the most part (kinda getting into book Johnny tho-, and Pony sticks in the back of my mind). Anyways-

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Ponyboy - It was a breezy autumn day, the wind kicked up leaves on the sidewalk as you and Pony walked home from the movies.
"Hey, um..."
"Yeah?" you asked as you tilted your head to the side.
"Could we...um, would you...uh..."
You gave a small laugh. Pony was good with words but often bad with speaking, especially when he was nervous.
"Would you be my girlfriend, maybe? I mean, you can say no. I'd understand, I'm just a greaser-"
"Yes, Pony, of course!" you said smiling.

Johnny - The two of you were hanging out at the lot one day when he pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper and handed it to you. It was pretty odd, as Johnny had gotten used to talking to you as much as he did the gang members, so you knew he was nervous.
"I got Pony to help me write that..." he says softly, looking away. You open the paper and read: 'I really dig you. Would you be my girlfriend?'
"Yes, Johnny cakes, I would love to be your girlfriend." you say with a smile.

Soda - You had been asked to meet Soda at Jay's. He had also said to come dressed a bit nicer. You thought it was odd, but did as he asked.
"Wow, you look tuff," he said. He grinned. You thanked him with a blush.
"I was wondering if you'd like to make this a date by bein' my girl?"
"I'd love to!" you said with a laugh.

Dallas - Buck's was surprisingly quiet today, which was nice because you didn't have to yell to Dallas over blaring music.
"But yeah, the broad just decided to two-time me."
"That's terrible. And there was no way you would've known..." you comment with a frown.
"That's why I'm lookin' for a real stand-up broad. One who'd stick with me, ya' know?"
You gave him a reassuring look. This was probably the most open he had been.
"Someone...like you..." he muttered.
"Is Dallas Winston asking me to be his girl?" you teased.
"Yeah, and what's it to ya'?"
There's the Dally you knew.
"Well, who am I to refuse," you said, smiling at him.

Darry - He had been acting strange all day. Fidgeting, pacing, making a whole extra chocolate cake, and scrubbing the entire kitchen down. It didn't take much to realize he was nervous about something. He'd picked up on nervous baking and cleaning through his having to do it everyday anyways. You gently put your hand on his arm as he was scrubbing the sink.
"Darry, what's wrong?"
"Nothin's wrong," he said, expressionless.
"You think I can't tell?"
"I thought I was hiding it." he admits.
"Darrel, you've cleaned the entire kitchen and baked an extra cake. You're stressed."
"Not stressed, just nervous," he said, still scrubbing. You pulled him away from the sink.
"What's got you nervous?" you asked, giving him a sympathetic look. Darry didn't just get nervous over nothing.
"I..." he took a deep breath, "Would you be my girl?"
You stood there for a second, not thinking it would be that of all things. Darry frowned, but you quickly replied, "Yes, yes, I'd love to!"
His smile quickly reappeared.

Two-Bit - You two were at the drive-in watching, or rather talking through, some movie that was playing. You laughed as Two-Bit finished telling you a funny story. He stood up.
"Wanna Coke?" he asked with his usual grin.
"Sure!"
He left for the concessions. It was a bit longer than normal, but you thought nothing of it. He did come back eventually. He handed you the Coke and sat down. You took a sip, feeling Two-Bit's gaze on you.
"Yes?" you said, turning your head to him. He pursed his lips, looking uncharacteristically shy.
He nodded his head once, gesturing towards your drink. You looked at the cup, seeing some scribbles. It took you a minute to decipher the chicken-scratch, but you finally read: 'Be my girl?'
You laugh, "Of course, Two-Bit, I'll be your girl."

Steve - You were in class, sitting there, minding your own business, when all of a sudden you feel a thump on your head. You look down to see a crumpled piece of paper. You looked back to see Steve looking at you with a grin. You sent him a glare. He pointed at the paper. You unravel it to see a note: 'You should be my girlfriend, just saying.'
You sigh and turn back to Steve. You nod and mouth "Okay".
"You two, stop chatting unless you want to tell the whole class." the teacher reprimanded. You turned back around with a grin on your face. Sure, it wasn't a conventional way to ask a girl out, but it didn't matter to you.