A/N: THIS BOOK IS BACK FROM THE DEAD (sorta)

Ponyboy:

"And that'll be $2," the store clerk said, handing Pony the small red box of chocolates. Pony stuck his hand in his pocket and fished out some crinkled bills.

"Thanks," he said quickly before taking the box and walking out the door. Two-Bit was leaning on the wall, grinning at passing pedestrians.

"Why don't you just steal it, Pone?" he said. "It's so much faster!" Pony rolled his eyes.

"That's your thing, Two. Now c'mon, I told (Y/N) that'd I'd be back at the house soon," he waved, walking away. Two caught up with him, lit a cigarette, and sauntered.

"So you gonna marry her or something?" Two motioned to the box. Pony scrunched up his face.

"What?! These are chocolates!" He shook the box for emphasis. Two laughed.

"Uh huh."

"They are!"

"You're in love with her, tough boy," Two tainted. Pony felt his face redden.

"In love with who?" a new voice said. They turned around, Pony more quickly, and saw a girl. It was (Y/N) standing crossed arms and raised eyebrows.

"O-oh, (Y/N)!" Pony stammered. Two-Bit was laughing his head off, and he patted Pony on the back. Taking out his cigarette, he grinned.

"Good luck, horseman," he said, continuing to walk towards the Curtis house.

"Hey, Pone," (Y/N) said with a small smile.

"Uh I thought you were at the house!" Pony said, hiding the box behind his back quickly.

"Was about to get there, but then I heard Two. He's loud," she commented. Pony nodded in agreement. "So whatcha have in your hand?" The brunette widened his eyes.

"N-nothing!"

"I saw the box, Pone," she laughed. Pony sighed.

"Alright. Well, I was gonna give 'em to you when we got back to the house, but here." He handed the box over, and she practically squealed with delight. "I know how you love chocolate and all."

"Aw Pony!" she grinned. "This is so sweet!"

"Literally," Two-But said from behind. They both jumped, and he cackled. "Get it? 'Cause it's candy!" He ran off, hooting as he jumped over a fence.

"Sometimes, I worry for him," she said with a concerned face. Pony shrugged and turned back to her.

"Happy Valentine's Day, sweets."

"Happy Valentine's Day, Pony."

Sodapop:

"SODAPOP! CURTIS!" you yelled. Soda winced and hid behind the table, still trying to flap the smoke away.

"Hey doll!" he called cautiously. You stormed into the room and coughed at the grey smoke.

"What in the name of ALL that is good are you doing?!" you shouted. He smiled to try and calm you down. You were not fazed.

"Uh...nothing?" he suggested. You glared and pointed behind him. Inside the oven was a small fire. He shrugged.

"That's nothing?"

"Yeah...?"

"Were you trying to burn the house down or something?!" You threw up your hands.

"Of course not!" Soda put up the towel in defense. "Why would I do that?"

"It sure seems like it!"

"I was just..."

"Just what?" You put your hands on your hips.

"Fine!" He wiped away tints of pink on his arm. "I was making you a cake!" You were taken aback.

"A what?"

"A cake!" He started grinning, knowing that he has surprised you. "For Valentine's! Ya know, to be romantic or whatever?" The smile was contagious.

"And what happened to this cake?" You peered behind him at the burning mess.

"It sorta caught on fire." Both of you looked at the oven as another piece of cake was turned into flames. "I think it's fine." You laughed and went to go hug him. "Sorry, doll."

"It's fine, Sods. It's still very nice of you."

"Really? You think?" Soda grinned down at you and kissed your nose.

"Yes. Very romantic. Except the fire part." He laughed.

"But that's the best part!"

Darry:

"Hey, (Y/N)!" Darry waved. "Wanna uh go out with me to a romantic dinner?" He shook his head at the mirror of front of him and tried again. "Hi supergal-no..." He pushed back his hair and cleared his threat.

"Just go and ask her!" Soda whined. He rolled off the bed. "Ow." Darry rolled his eyes.

"No, I can't do that," he said, shaking his head. "Too risky."

"Why?" Pony asked from his book.

"Because!" Darry pushed back his hair again. "It's Valentine's, and she might think it's weird or it's too early for us to have a Valentine's dinner or I'm weird or-"

"SHHHHHHHHHH!" Soda said from the floor. He looked up. "Ok you need to just ask her before you don't. And she won't think it's weird!"

"Hey what if you say a pick up line?" Pony suggested. Soda nodded.

"Those are good. But make it funny. BUT make it sweet too!" he said. Darry sighed and thought.

"What about this: are you a mitochondria...because you're the powerhouse to my heart?" He snapped his fingers. Pony and Soda both stared at him.

"Wow you're really bad at this," Pony muttered.

"What's a mitochondria?" asked Soda, confused.

"She's going to break up with me, oh god..." Darry groaned.

"Quit complaining and just go and ask!" Soda said. Suddenly, the phone rang.

"I'll get it," Darry grumbled. He walked over and picked it up. "Hello?"

"Hey, Superman!" (Y/N)'s voice can through. Darry grinned to himself.

"Hey, (Y/N), how are you?" he asked

"Good! So...tonight I'm free..." she said, and he imagines her twirling the phone cord. His heart beat faster. Soda ran past, mouthing the words: ASK HER ASK HER. Darry shooed him away.

"Oh ok!" he said into the phone. "Wanna uh go for um dinner?"

"Sounds great!" she said happily. "Meet at your house at 7?" Darry nodded even though she couldn't see him.

"See you soon," he said.

"See ya!" The phone clicked, and Darry let out a sigh of relief.

"You're such a chicken," Soda said, running past again. Darry chased after him. "AH!"

Dally:

"Hey, princess," Dally whispered into your ear. You laughed and pushed him off.

"Get off, Texas...I was sleeping, thank you very much," you said, snuggling more into the blanket. He grinned and kissed your neck. You turned around and kissed him.

"Hey, guess what day is it," he said.

"Hm?" you said sleepily.

"February 14th," he grinned. You rolled your eyes.

"Valentine's ha ha," you said, not impressed. "Why did you get me something?"

"Nah, too expensive," Dally shrugged. You pushed him again. "What?"

"Terrible boyfriend," you muttered.

"You know I'm not good," he winked. You groaned and threw a pillow at him. He caught it and kissed you again.

"Valentine's is more like whatever day, honestly," you yawned.

"I agree to that. Girls always expect so much."

"Hey!"

"I meant like except you."

"That's not a compliment either," you grumbled. He laughed.

"Well anywho, happy whatever day to you, doll."

"Happy whatever day to you too, Tex."

Johnny:

Johnny bit his lip nervously as he held the daisies and knocked on your door. You always thought roses were a bit cliche, so he had bought some daisies instead. They were cheaper too, so that was nice.

"Hey Johnny," Pony said, patting his back gently. "Don't be nervous, she's gonna love them."

"But what if she doesn't?" Johnny said, panicking inside.

"She will! Don't worry," Pony laughed. Before they could talk more, you came out of her door, wearing jeans and a plain t-shirt. Johnny thought you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. 

"Hey Johnnycake!" you smiled. "Hi Pone! What're you doing here?"

"Johnny has something," Pony shrugged. Johnnycake handed you the small bouquet of daisies.

"S-sorry it isn't much," he apologized. "But I thought they looked nice. I mean, they're kinda s-small and not roses but..."

"I love them!" you exclaimed, cutting him off. He looked up.

"Really?" he said. You nodded with a huge smile.

"They're perfect! This is the best Valentine's ever!" You raced down the porch stairs and hugged him. Johnny hugged you back, very glad that you liked the simple but beautiful flowers. Pony stood in the back awkwardly.

"You two cakes are too cute," he said under his breath. You smiled at him.

"Thanks!"

"Happy Valentine's, angel," Johnny said softly. You kissed his cheek.

"Happy Valentine's, Johnnycake."

Two-Bit:

"MORNING!" Two yelled, scaring (Y/N) out of her sleep. (Y/N) rolled off the bed and onto the hard floor. He finished chiming through the window.

"Ow!" she yelped. He rolled his eyes and helped you back up. "Two what are you doing at uh..." she looked at the clock on your table, "4 AM?!" He laughed.

"Well, MINNIE!" he yelled again.

"I swear I'm going to go deaf in this relationship," she muttered.

"WELL!" he repeated with a small slur. He was drunk once again. She rolled her eyes. "Today is the day! Of love!" (Y/N) laughed at his little speech.

"That's nice, Two, but seriously, let me sleep," she said, pushing him back towards the window. "And you better shush or else my parents'll hear!" He laughed and waved.

"Remember that pick up like I used when we first met?" he grinned. You rolled your eyes again but smiled also.

"How could I forget?"

"WELL! I got a better one!" he announced. She sat down on the bed and yawned.

"Shoot."

"I would never shoot you!" he exclaimed, flabbergasted. You shook your head and laughed.

"Never mind. Just tell me the line, and let me sleep." He grinned.

"You know how I like pizza?" he started. She nodded. "Well you're hot. Just like pizza. And I like pizza, so I like you!" Two grinned at her. She tried not to laugh but failed.

"That was great, Two. I'm so proud of you."

"Merry Christmas!"

"It's February."

"Oh...Happy Halloween!"

"Oh my lord."

Steve:

(A/N: #dirty thoughts wait what)

(A/N: this one is better lmao ahem)

Steve was fixing up a car at the gas station when you walked up to him and started coughing. He let it happen for a couple of minutes, then turned to look at you with a raised eyebrow. You smiled cheekily.

"Are you ok?" he said, looking unimpressed.

"Yes. Peachy," you replied, looking like you weren't very peachy. He put down his tools and folded his arms.

"What do you need?" he asked. You shrugged.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean what I said. C'mon, why're you acting all weird?" he said, a small smile on his face. You shrugged again.

"What day is it today?" you said. Steve narrowed his eyes.

"Is it our anniversary?"

"Nope."

"Someone died?"

"Uh no."

"Did Soda get married or something?"

"No?"

"Then what day is it?" He threw up his hands in exasperation. "It's February 14th! What's so special?"

"Hmm..." You raised an eyebrow. He widened his eyes.

"OH IT'S VALENTINE'S!" exclaimed the dirt covered Greaser, a bit frantic.

"Yep," you replied popping the p.

"Uh hey hots," he ran a hand through his long hair, "I uh I didn't get you anything, and I'm sorry but I forgot and now you're mad and..." You laughed.

"I'm not mad."

"You're not?" he said, surprised.

"Nah. Valentine's is overrated. I'm just happy that we're together, and you're not breaking up with me," you smiled. He smiled back.

"Hey you drive me crazy." Steve grabbed your waist and kissed you. You kissed him back and draped you arms over his neck.

"Is that because we're next to a car?"

"Maybe..."

"Boo!"

A/N: SORRY THESE SUCKED AHA DOES ANYONE EVEN READ THIS BOOK LMAO IT'S BEEN SO LONG