A/N: I hope these aren't too cliche.....I wrote a first draft then found this song so yeahhhhh! Hope everyone likes these first preferences!
PS : does the video work above?

Ponyboy:
"I start to [walk] away and smile like I'm insane. How can I feel this way? I [barely] even know your name."

Ponyboy looked up from his English notebook as Mr. Syme started to talk. It was almost the end of the period, and Pony was ready to leave. He and Darry had had another fight, and he was out of it today. Most of his teachers hadn't said anything, yet. But they could tell that he wasn't his usual self.

"Well class, I hope you are welcoming to the new student," Mr. Syme said. Pony looked up sleepily at the new student. She had (H/C), [hair length] hair and bright (E/C) eyes. She smiled a bit at the class, and Pony saw her hold her binder closer to herself. She was nervous. She looked about middle class, but he wasn't sure. Most of the kids in the class were Socs anyways.

He looked back down and heard Mr. Symes faintly.

"...name...Ms. (Y/N)...be nice...hope you get caught up...Ponyboy!" Pony's head snapped up as he heard his name. He saw the new girl, (Y/N) (was that what her name was?), walk towards him.

What is she doing?! he panicked. She moved to the side and sat down next to the empty desk next to him. Oh ok whew.

"Ok class! The period's almost over, so please continue reading. Ponyboy, would you help Ms. (L/N) get caught up? Thank you." He went back to grade papers. Pony sighed internally and showed her the page which they were reading from. She smiled and got out her a Robert Frost poetry book, the topic the class was working on.

"Ponyboy, right? Ponyboy Curtis?" she whispered. He nodded.

"Just Pony, if you want." She smiled, and he noticed how pretty her eyes were. He shook his head slightly.

"I was in your third grade class," she whispered again.

"Really?" he said, surprised. She nodded.

"Do you remember me? (Y/N) (L/N)?" He tried to remember.

"Oh! You're that (Y/N) (L/N)? From Mrs. Byzantine's class?" She nodded with another smile. "Didn't you move?"

"Yeah, I'm back! My parents wanted to move back," she explained.

"Pony and (Y/N), please be more quiet," Mr. Symes said from the front. A couple Socs snickered. Pony felt his face get hot.

"Yeah, Pony," a Soc nearby whispered. "Tell your girlfriend to shut up. But if she's up for it, I can take her after school. You know, to do 'homework.'" He winked and his friends laughed. Pony couldn't find any words to say. (Y/N) turned around at them and smiled sweetly.

"Aw, you want to do homework with me?" She leaned closer and there were some catcalls. "Well it's probably because you don't have a brain to do practically any mental work. And you're lonely and need a girl. Aw...that's pathetic. Don't talk to me or Ponyboy like that ever again, [insert any bad word you want]." She sat back down, and Pony could see her smile underneath her hair. The Soc was startled, probably because no girl had turned him down before. Or called him that. Pony smiled. The Socs didn't bother them after that, but he could hear a few of that guy's friends laugh at him.

A few minutes later, the bell rang. Thank God.

"Hey Pony!" (Y/N) called. Pony looked behind him and smiled a bit. She caught up with him. "It is Pony right?" He nodded.

"I remember you more. Mrs. Byzantine's," he said. She smiled again.

"Sorry for those guys. They were jerks," she said. She shrugged her backpack onto her shoulders.

"Yeah, they're the rich kids. They're always jerks here. It became a thing after you moved." She sighed.

"That's what money does to kids, I guess." There was a moment of silence. "Hey, could you help me with my new classes? I'm still new after all."

"Sure." He nodded.

"And I'll try and keep those jerks away." She grinned.

I'm going to be good friends with this girl. And he was right.

Sodapop:
"Then I see you over there, I can't break the stare. Maybe it's because your shirt's my favorite color."

"Hey Soda!" (Y/N) came running into the DX where Soda and Steve were lazily lounging around. The day was a slow one, and they were both bored out of their minds.

Soda turned his head to see your familiar face, a face he had grown fond of the day you two first met- when you had moved to Tulsa. Your dad had just gotten a job as a local police officer, and you wanted to explore as soon as you mother opened the car door.

"(Y/N)!!!" You had heard her yell as you sprinted across the road. You didn't really care much, you just wanted to get out of that horrible, stuffy car. It had been a couple long hours, and your six year-old self was very active.
You ran along the road and let your legs stretch, feeling the warm sun against your skin. You closed your eyes and smiled as you breathed in the sweet wind.

I think I'm going to like it he-OOF! Your thoughts were interrupted as you ran (really hard, since you were both sprinting) into a little boy. Him. And that is how you met Sodapop Curtis.

"Ow!" he had yelped as he fell down to the ground. You had blushed and tried to apologize.

"I am so so so so so so so so SO SOOOO sorry, mister!" you said. You added the "mister" part even though he looked about your age. Your mother had always taught you to be polite to everyone and anyone. Little Soda rubbed his head and glared up at you.

"What's your problem? Why were you running?" he asked. He dusted himself off. He had long golden hair (well, as long as his dad let him have at the time) that shined in the sun and was wearing a red plaid shirt. My favorite color, you thought. He looked up and realized you were a girl. You looked down because staring was rude. Another rule by your mother.

"Oh...sorry I didn't mean to be mea-" You cut him off.

"It's fine," you said with a smile. You put down a hand and helped him up.

"Hey, do you want to play a game with us?" Soda had asked.

"Us?" you asked. He nodded and grabbed your hand....

"Sodapop? Soda? Hello?" (Y/N)'s familiar voice and hand waving brought Soda out of his memories. He shook his head and saw Steve and
(Y/N) staring back at him.

"Sorry, was thinking about something," he said hastily. Steve smirked.

"Like..." He winked and motioned to (Y/N). Particularly to her...

"Steve! What the hell!" (Y/N) slapped his arm. He rolled his eyes and rubbed his arm.

"Soda, your girlfriend is harassing me!" Before (Y/N) or Soda could injure him, Steve ran out into the garage. (Y/N) laughed as she turned back to Soda, a laugh that melted a bit of his heart every time.

"Well, I'm here on Dar's orders," she said. "You're supposed to get home soon to help with dinner 'cuz he won't be home early. He also says sorry."

Soda slumped a bit. If he left, then he wouldn't get the full week's worth of pay. Also Steve would be pissed. (Y/N) saw the slight change in mood.

"Hey Sods? I can go to your house and make dinner and take care of Pony if you want," she suggested. "I mean, I live like a couple houses down and my mom is ok with me at your guys' place." Soda let out a breath.

"Thank you soooo much, (Y/N)!" He hugged her and watched her as she ran out of the gas station with a huge grin on his face.

Darry:
"And you take my hands and tell me, 'I've been waiting for you.' An I'll say, 'Me too.'"

"Dar! (Y/N)'s here for dinner!" Soda called from the kitchen. Darry sat up from his bed and smiled. Whenever (Y/N) came, his heart and mind always lightened up. Just something about her made him happy, no matter what the day was like. And boy, did he need her cheerfulness today.

He walked out of his room and into the living room. (Y/N) smiled brightly as she saw him. Soda was cooking (or something along those lines), and Pony was doing homework at the table. She hugged Darry.

"Hey Dar! How was work?" She walked to the kitchen as she talked. He shrugged.

"The usual. Boss being a boss. Co-workers being co-workers." She looked shocked.

"What an exciting day!" she commented. They both laughed.

"Stop flirting ya lovebirds and help me set the table!" Soda said behind them. Darry blushed, and (Y/N) flushed red before quickly getting out plates and utensils. Soda smirked and continued to "cook."

"Hey (Y/N)!" Pony said from the table. She waved. "Darry had a bad day today and he's not telling you, but I don't know why." Pony smiled innocently. Darry sighed and glared at Pony, who proceeded to run away into his room.

"I'll get him to come for dinner," Soda said. "PONYBOY!" he yelled. He ran into the hallway. (Y/N) laughed a bit.

"You three are the same as the day we met," she said. Darry smiled; it was a fond memory.

You had both been in a community dance class. Yes, Darry had been in dance at one point. It wasn't a particularly high point in his life.

Anyways, one day, a girl came in. She was extremely beautiful but a bit klutzy and was a definite beginner dancer. They both went to the same high school, but had never noticed each other.

"You come here often?" she asked body as he tried to teach her the basics of dance. He nodded slightly. "You're Darrel Curtis!" she exclaimed.

"Uh yeah..." He looked at her. "You go to Tulsa High too?" She nodded.

"(Y/N) (L/N). We're on the same math class," she said. He nodded, remembering the name faintly.

"So...if you're a football jock, why are you here?" she asked with a small smile.

"Don't tell anyone about me here or else," he warned. She raised an eyebrow.

"Why?"

"Because! I'm a football jock and this is....dancing!" He twirled her around.

"Well I think it's kinda sweet and cool that you can dance," she said once she turned about around.

"Really?" he asked with curiosity. She nodded. "I've been waiting for a person like you." She smiled, understanding.

"Me too."

"Darry! Who's that?" A voice interrupted the moment, a voice also known as Soda. (Y/N) detached herself from Darry, and he cleared is throat.

"Uh hi! I'm (Y/N)," she said. "I'm in your brother's class."

"How did you know we were his brothers?" the young Soda said suspiciously. Pony poked his head out from behind, still a little shy.

"I've seen you around, Sodapop Curtis," you smile. "I help out at the middle school sometimes." Darry smiled. He had been waiting for a girl like you. Little did he know, you had been waiting for a guy like him too.

Dallas:
"Then you walk on over with a smoulder. And you hand me your number and I say, 'What is this?' You say 'Love at first sight, it exists.'"

(Y/N) sat at the bar at Buck's, apparently one of the best in Tulsa. You hadn't really been to Buck's. Ever. You didn't like the stuffy atmosphere or the people. You best friend, [insert friend's name], had just gone to the bathroom, leaving you all alone at the small counter.

You drank a non-alcoholic Shirley Temple; you weren't really in the mood for a heavy drink. [Friend's name] had honestly just dragged you to the party because she claimed you were getting "boring." Oh also the fact that your boyfriend for one and a half years had just broken up with you for some bombshell cheerleader girl.

You sighed a bit again and looked around. There were people dancing with each other, well more like on each other. You grimaced in slight disgust.

"Hey doll," a voice said. You turned back around and noticed a leather-clad boy smirking. You rolled your eyes and looked down. He slid over a napkin that had some numbers written on it. You looked back up at his grinning face.

"What's this?" you asked. He winked.

"Love at first sight, doll," the boy replied. You raised an eyebrow.

"Don't call me doll first of all," you said, putting down your drink. You didn't add that that was what your previous boyfriend had called you. "And second, why do I need this? Love at first sight ain't real." You pushed the napkin back. He stayed there with a curious look on his face. "Now what?"

"You're not gonna take it?" he asked. You shook your head. Wasn't that obvious? "Well...call me anyway?" You sighed. Why not? He was very good-looking and was the total opposite of your past boyfriend.

"You a Greaser?" you asked. He nodded with pride. Yep, total opposite of your (now) ex.

"Do you have a problem with that, man?" asked the boy, protectively. You shook your head.

"Nope." You pocketed the napkin into your bag. "I'll call you. Maybe. See ya." You got off the bar stool and went to the bathroom, smiling when you were sure he couldn't see you.

< switch >

Dally gazed back at your figure walking away. He had won the battle. He asked Buck for a beer.

"You into her?" Buck asked as he brought the drink over. Dally shrugged and took a sip.

"I'm into practically every girl, man." Buck nodded with a laugh.

"But you know who she is right?" Dally shook his head. Buck raised an eyebrow. "That's Randy's girlfriend! Well ex, as of today. I heard from some people at the bar. You sure you want to give her your number?"

"It's the Curtis'," Dally said. He looked at the spot where she had last sat. "And yeah. This one's different. I think." Buck laughed.

"Whatever you say, Dallas Winston."

< meanwhile... >

"And you took his number?!" [Friend's name] yelled. You put a hand over her mouth.

"Shush! Do yo want the whole world to know? And yes. He seemed nice. Behind all that Greaser stuff." Your friend facepalmed.

"That was Dallas freaking Winston!"

"Who....?"

"Oh my god (Y/N)!"

"I'm sorry!"

"Just call him later. BUT make sure Randy doesn't know. Or anyone. Also keep you clothes on, no matter how much he tells you not to."

"Ok...."

"You'll make a good couple." She patted your arm.

"AND you're jumping to conclusions," you said with a smile.

Johnny:
"But I've had my heart broken so many times before. Yeah, I've walked through so many empty doors."

Johnny sat in the lot, looking up at the sky. He was waiting for Ponyboy to get back from school. The sky was a soft yellow, with pink clouds wavering past. It was getting close to sunset, Johnny's favorite time of the day. He sighed with content. He was about to fall asleep when she came. Crying.

He looked up and saw a sobbing girl come running across the lot.

"Uh miss?" he asked as politely as possible. She turned around, tears streaked her face.

"What do you want?" she asked softly. Johnny thought.

"Um...well....see here...you don't seem ok so I was wondering if you'd want to sit with me or somethin'." He patted the ground next to him. He could see we contemplating her choice.

"Ok," she nodded. The girl sat down next to him with a sniff. They say in silence for a few moments. "I'm (Y/N) (L/N) by the way." She smiled a little and put out a hand.

"I'm Johnny. Johnny Cade." He shook her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Johnny Cade."

There was another silence.

"Sorry I'm in this uh state." She sniffed.

"It's ok. I don't mind."

Another pause.

"Are you....ok? Well obviously you're uh not, but, uh you know what I mean?" Johnny said nervously. He was always anxious around girls. Especially crying ones. She nodded and leaned back on the tree.

"Yeah. I don't like why I'm tellin' you this, but my boyfriend just dumped me. Again."

"Again?"

"Yeah. I've been having this really unlucky streak of all the guys I date leave me. It really sucks." She sighed and wiped her eyes. Johnny nodded.

"Sounds like it sucks."

"Yep."

"I'm sorry, Miss (Y/N)." She smiled.

"It's fine. And (Y/N) is just fine."

"Ok." There was yet another silence. It was a comfortable silence though.

"Why're you here?" she asked. Johnny thought about whether or not to tell her the truth.

"Parents kicked me out so I'm waiting for my friend to come back from school." Well, that was part of it.

"Oh who's your friend?" asked (Y/N).

"Ponyboy Curtis," he replied.

"Hey I know Pony! He's in my science. One time, he pulled out a switch to cut something open. I thought it was pretty cool, but a bunch of Soc girls screamed and he got in trouble. Stupid Socs..." she muttered/added. Johnny nodded.

"You a Greaser?"

"Uh...sorta? I'm not exactly middle but not exactly Grease. To be honest," she said leaning back more. "All this class and status and money stuff is kinda stupid. I mean, it's so dumb that girls'll become monsters because you can't get the right dress." She took a breath. " And guys'll break up with you just because of your....money..." She started to tear again. Johnny felt compelled to put his arm around her.

"Sorry. They are stupid to leave a gal like you." She smiled sadly up at Johnny.

"You don't even know me yet. Maybe I am just non-datable. Maybe I'm meant to be by myself..." She was crying again, and Johnny tried to comfort her.

"Hey, (Y/N). Shhh....I know that we don't know each other well, but still! You seem like a nice person with a good heart. After all, you didn't laugh at Pone when he too out that switch like the other girls. I'm sure all of those boys who dumped you are gonna be so jealous once you get an actual good boyfriend." He patted her back gently. She looked very grateful.

"Thanks Johnny. I really needed that. Even though I just met you a couple seconds ago." She grinned.

Two-Bit:
"Cause I saw you in my dreams that night. And I knew that you were right, so I called you in the morning."

"Hello?"

"Hi! Is this Two-Bit Matthews?"

"Yeah he's speaking. Who's this?"

"Uh it's me! From last night? (Y/N)
(L/N)?"

"Oh uh...."

"You don't remember me, do you?"

"I'm sorry. I'm having a massive han-"

"Hangover, I know. You drank a lot last night. Like A LOT."

"Yeah I tend to do that. So uh who are you?"

"Well we met at the bar last night. You asked me if I was play dough."

"Ohhhhhh you're that girl? Fun to play with not to eat. Good pick up line huh?"

"Yeah sure. *laughing* And then we had a few drinks, you more than a few, and I had to walk you home because you were drop dead drunk. I don't even know how you were still standing!"

"It's a special skill! I've perfected it over the years. You should try it."

"Ha sure. Maybe someday. Well you gave me your number and said that if I saw you in my dreams, than I should call you in the morning."

"You know I was drunk when I said that, right?"

"Yeah."

"But you're calling...."

"Yeah! I saw you in my dream last night. You were right! So I called ya."

"Oh ok. What was the uh dream about?"

"You asked me more bad pickup lines at an obscure bar at Oklahoma City. There were a bunch of people there and they kept staring at us because we were laughing so hard. Yeah it's weird."

"Well it should mean SOMEthing."

"Probably."

"Can I get your name again?"

"(Y/N)."

"Pleasure to meet you over the phone (Y/N)."

"Look who got fancy."

"I was trying to impress you!"

"Well mission accomplished."

"Yay?"

"I'll see you 'round, Two-Bit."

"See ya, (Y/N)."

Steve:
"The lights are bright tonight, the music loud."

"This music is really loud!" Soda yelled at Steve.

"Yeah! I know!" Steve yelled back.
"I'm gonna get something to drink!" Soda shouted.

"Ok!" Steve replied. The two friends were at a party at Buck's, per Dally's request. They usually didn't go to Buck's, but Evie had just broken up with Steve. Again. He warned to look for another girl.

All of a sudden, there she was, dancing.

You loved music and dancing, and so this party was amazing. You were gorgeous, and Steve felt himself falling hard for you just by the look of you dancing.

Steve made his way through the crowd to you.

"Hey!" he yelled. You waved.

"Hey!"

"Are you...by yourself?" You nodded.

"Yep! Don't hit on me!" You smiled a bit and walked away. Steve looked in shock as you walked away. No girl ever did that. He went over to the bar to Soda. You were a couple of seats down.

"Soda! Do you see that girl?" Steve pointed as discreetly as he could. Soda nodded.

"She's pretty! What about her personality though?" he asked. Steve shrugged.

"She seemed pretty relaxed. But she didn't want a boyfriend. Or a boy hitting on her."

"Most girls don't, Steve. It's the sad truth," Soda said with a laugh.

"Well I'm gonna talk to her," Steve said, determined.

"You go, bud. I'm gonna find Dal." Soda went off into another room, and Steve came up next to you.

"May I help you?" you asked. He shook his head, then nodded.

"No. Wait yes. Um..." She giggled.

"Well no sex and no grabbing anything and no anything physical. I'll dance with you though." She held out a hand.
He took it, and you two went off into the bright lights and old music to dance the night away.

Sorry the last ones were kinda short.
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-Dalvie ;D