𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 || ponyboy curtis

nine

{Steve POV}

What had I just done? What made me even think to do that. Y/N is with Ponyboy, and selfish me couldn't except that. I had to tell Ponyboy.

"Hey Pony." I said. He probably thought that was weird, considering the fact that we basically hate each other for no reason.
"What, Steve," he looked at me. "Wait, where did Y/N go?"
"That's what I wanted to talk about."
"Is she alright?"
"Yeah, she's fine." I said, unsure of myself.
"What happened?"
"I-I kissed her."

"You what?!"

"I-I'm sorry! I know it was selfish, I just-"

"I hate you Steve Randle! You should just leave! Nobody wants you here anyways!"

"Alright then." I said quietly, making my way out of the house. I was crying. What did I care what Ponyboy thought of me?

I walked home and into my room and slammed the door shut. I just sat there, crying and upset with myself. Now, the whole gang is going to hate me and I'll have no one, I deserved it anyways.

{Y/N POV}

I woke up the next morning, hoping that last night was a dream. But it wasn't. I still had vivid memories of it. I played it over in my head. Steve taking me outside, then kissing me, then me running all the way home.

Ponyboy is going to hate me now. Maybe I was a mean, stuck up, soc all along.

I didn't go to the Curtis house that day, or the next. I figured it would be better for all of us. I didn't see Ponyboy or any of the gang, not like I should.

"Y/N!" I heard from downstairs. My mother was in the foyer, holding an envelope. "There's a letter for you darling."

"Thanks mom."

Dear Y/N,

I had to write to you because I didn't have your number. I know you probably hate me, and I hate me too for what I did. I haven't spoken to any of the gang since, or even been to work, where I work with Sodapop. I know that you will probably never forgive me, and I wouldn't either, but I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for what I did. And I'm sorry for ruining your relationship with Ponyboy. I was very wrong. I haven't even forgiven myself in the slightest. I just hope that maybe there's a chance that you can.

- Steven Randle.

Woah- Steven Randle? I didn't know Steven was his name. He must be serious. I honestly felt bad. I shouldn't have just left like that. I decided to write back to Steve.

Dearest Steve,

I haven't spoken to any of the gang or Ponyboy either. I'm scared to. All I am is a dirty cheater. I cheated ok the love of my life. How could I have done such a thing? It's not all your fault. I should have known better than that. I forgive you.

-Y/N Holloway.

I looked on the address that was written in ink on the envelope. I could barely read his hand writing, but I was able to make it out.

Then, I realized I needed to talk to Ponyboy. No matter how hard it was going to be, he deserved to know the truth, and that it wasn't just Steve's fault, but mine too.