The Outsiders Imagines

Ponyboy Imagine

*Tristin's point of view*
THIS TAKES PLACE TODAY AND PONYBOY IS 16-17 YEARS OLD!!!
"Die! Die! Die!" I yell at the screen. "You mother f-ing c*nt c*ck sucking asshole!" I yell as I die.
"Tristin! Language." My boyfriend says as he lights a cigarette.
"Shut up." I say and press the blue X to respawn.
"Tristin it's been 4 days. You've played the game nonstop. You need a break."
"Those words will not be muttered in this household." I glare at the screen and kill four of the bots. "Yes! Haha take-NO WHAT THE F*CK!!!" I yell as I die. "I hate this game." I respawn again.
"This is why I love you." He picks up his controller and plays with me.
"That's why I love you." He plays with me which is amazing because I'm addicted. We play for a while before I start to get tired. "Red bull time." I say and go to my kitchen. The lights are off. It's 3am so...
"It's alive." Johnny says. He's sitting at the kitchen table drinking hot chocolate.
"Haha funny." I say to my protective older brother.
"Why are you only wearing a t-shirt?"
"It's comfortable and the time I take to put on pants I could use to kill random_gamer_name6969."
"A whole 30 seconds." He chuckles.
"Yes. It's healthy. I'm not crazy." This causes him to laugh loudly. I grab a red bull and down the can.
"Have you slept at all this past week."
"Yes. I have. I sleep during the day."
"Then you wake up and play."
"Yes."
"That isn't healthy."
"I'll live." He rolls his eyes.
"School starts back in a week. So you need to break."
"Do not mutter those words under this roof." He pushes me to my room.
"Have fun." I nod and run into my room. Ponyboy was drinking a coke.
"Did you talk to Johnny? I heard his laugh."
"Yes, now let's play."
~*~
"You look hung over." Dallas says when I get to the park. I yawn and lay down on the Mary go round.
"I'm sooo tired." I mumble.
"You shouldn't have played the game until 5:37 in the morning." Ponyboy chuckles.
"I was having fun." I groan as somebody starts to spin the Mary go round. "Stop." I whisper before I fall asleep.
When I woke I was being carried. My eyes open to find Dallas carrying me. I didn't want to walk so I pretended to sleep.
"She is getting pretty big to be carried." Soda pop says.
"Yeah. She's 16." Dallas mumbles. Where's Ponyboy?
"Yeah but we love her so it's okay." Soda mumbles.
"She loves me the most though." Steve chuckles.
"She does not, she loves me the most!" Soda yells. He's 19 years old and he's acting like a child. But that's why we love him.
"Hah your funny. She loves me the most." I can hear the smirk in Pony's voice.
"I think she loves me the most." Johnny says.
"Yeah you're probably right but you're her brother so it doesn't count." Soda pop says. I let out a giggle.
"You're awake?" Dallas glares at me.
"Sorry, not sorry." He tries to put me down but I grab his neck. "No! Carry me!"
"Yes, your highness." He winks. I roll my eyes but smile when he begins to walk.
"Thank you, peasant." I wink back.
I love these boys. We've been friends since forever. Life couldn't get any better.