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You were sitting at the Curtis' house waiting for the gang to get home from a rumble. You wanted to come, not to fight but to help them out quickly afterwards instead of having to wait till they get home. However your boyfriend, Soda, didn't like that idea because someone could hurt you. The others agreed with him so thats why you were there sitting on the couch, watching TV as you waited. It wasn't fair; you could have stayed to the side or something. Also you couldn't help but worry about them. Even though no weapons would be involved in the rumble.

You remember you had told Soda to be careful. You hope he listened. He sure loved to take risks, idiot. But he was your idiot and you loved him.

You got bored very quickly and decided to rebel. Why listen to what they said? You'd show them that it would've been fine. You turned off the TV, put on a jacket and your shoes then headed off to where the rumble was happening.

It was a cool night, though you knew the boys would be warm because of all the fighting.

You got there pretty quickly; it was only three blocks away from the house. Which made it easier for them; they could just walk there and if things went sour it was easy to get back. You stood by a tree not too far from where the action was. You look down and realize you forgot the first aid kit. Figures. You roll your eyes at your own stupidity.

The Socs start running away. You guess you got there late into the rumble, you weren't complaining. The thing that mattered was that the greasers won! You grin and can't help but fist pump and say "yes!" Soda, who was standing close to you, looks over at you as he hears your familiar voice. He was standing with Two-bit and Steve with a huge smile on his face before he saw you. When he saw you his face was one of pure curiosity. His one eyebrow was cocked. Two-bit and Steve didn't seem to notice you. Sodapop told them he'd meet up with them later and walked over to you.

"Y/n!" Soda said as he walked over. "What are you doing here?"

He notices that there isn't a first aid kit with you, making him even more confused.

"I was going to come and help clean you all up but I forgot the first aid kit at home..." You give an apologetic smile. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I didn't get it too bad. We beat them good!" Soda grins and hugs you tight.

"I'm proud of you, Babe." You kiss him on the cheek.

Soda blushes lightly and you just barely notice it because of how dark it is.

"Let's go home." He slings his arm over your shoulder.

You start walking back to Soda's house. You look him over as you walk. Soda doesn't seem like he's too badly hurt like he had said. He had a bruise forming on the cheek you hadn't kissed. His knuckles were bloody. You couldn't see much else because he had clothes covering pretty much the rest of his body. He had been wearing jeans, a white t-shirt and his flannel. His t-shirt had a little bit of blood on it now though.

Soda moves his arm from your shoulder and instead decides to hold your hand. Which your a little glad about since he was sweaty.

You're not sure where the rest of the gang is, probably still talking to people.

"Oh! I forgot to tell them we'd be heading back. I'll be right back okay?" Soda kissed your cheek then started heading back.

"Alright, I'll continue walking." You smile gently at him.

Soda nods and starts running back to tell them. You continue walking, this time alone. All you hear is the sound of your shoes as they hit the pavement. You have a slow pace because you wanted to walk back with Soda, you didn't mind waiting too much. But moving was better since you were cold.

You hear another set of footsteps; you turn around thinking its Sodapop. It's not. It is instead a Soc that looks a little beaten up, probably from the rumble.

"Hey, baby, you wanna go back to my place?" He slurs.

You ignore him and keep walking. Speeding up your pace but he does the same.

"Come on! Don't be like that." He has now caught up with you since his legs are longer.

He grabs your wrist making it so you can't escape.

"Leave me alone." You say sounding confident and annoyed.

Really you were a little scared.

"We both know you don't want that." He smirks.

You try to escape from his grip but it doesn't work successfully. He holds on tighter and presses you against the wall, preventing an escape.

"Get off of me!" You try pushing him off of you.

He just holds you tighter. Before he can do anything else he gets pulled off of you. You look at who saved you and it's Soda. You're so grateful, who knows what the guy would have done.

"What do you think you're doing?" He glares at the drunken man as he holds him by his shirt.

You move so you aren't pressed against the wall and instead are behind Soda by about seven feet.

The guy throws a punch at Soda. It hits him in the lower face, cutting his lips. You know this can't end well. Sodapop and the guy start fighting, Soda gets in a few good punches. Luckily Steve and Dally show up quickly and pull them apart, Steve holding Soda and Dally holding the Soc.

"I thought we already beat your ass." Dally says. "Get out of here!"

Dally pushes him, he lands on the ground. He gets up and runs off.

"That's what I thought." Dally states.

"Why were you guys' fighting?" Steve asks.

"It's nothing, don't worry about it." Soda looks at you.

You're glad he didn't say; it wasn't something you wanted people to know about. They both shrug. Soda puts his arm around your waist, holding you close. You feel protected by him.

"Thanks, Soda." You whisper in his ear.

"No problem." He whispers back.

You all start heading to the house again. This time nothing else happens. They joke and talk about the rumble which helps you to not focus on what had just happened. In fact you kind of forget about it.

When you get back to the house Sodapop unlocks the door, letting you go in first then going after you. Followed by Dally and Steve. Steve and Dally look similar to Soda, bruise and cut wise. You get them all to sit down so you can clean them up. Dally and Steve are on the couch, on opposite sides. Soda sits on a dining room chair. You start off with Soda because he fought twice in one night because of you. You felt bad about it.

You go on your knees and disinfect the cut on his lips then make him put an ice pack on his cheek.

"Do you have any more bruises or cuts?"

He nods.

"I have a bruise on my left side." Soda tells you.

"Alright." You smile kindly up at him.

You help him take off his flannel and then you lift up the left side of his shirt. The bruise looks worse than the one on his face. You grimace at it.

"I got kicked in the side, multiple times." He explains.

You frown and start going through the first aid kit for another ice pack. You organized it earlier because you knew the rumble always left them with bruises. You find one and hold it to his side for him.

He bites his lip as it first touches the bruise.

"Oh, Soda..." Your lips smile but your eyes don't. "You drive me insane."

You hug him, being careful not to press into the bruise on his side.

"I love you." You say.

"I love you too, Y/n." He smiles at you.

Soda goes in to kiss you but you stop him by holding his shoulders back.

"I don't want to reopen the cut on your lips."

"I don't care." Soda whines.

You smile at his behaviour.

"You're so cute." You state.

"If you think so why don't you kiss me and really show me." He suggests.

You laugh.

"I'm going to go clean up Steve."

Soda sits there pouting as you clean Steve up. Steve had a black eye and a bruise on his thigh. You give him an ice pack for his eye and for his thigh. You don't make him take off his pants for his thigh. You don't need to see that.

You move over to Dally, going on your knees as you disinfect the cut on his arm. Soda comes over and wraps his arms around your waist and puts his head in your neck as you do. His body is pressed into you. It embarrasses you that he's doing it in public which causes you to blush a lot.

"Soda, can you not have sex with your girlfriend as she cleans my cuts?" Dally says blankly.

Your face is as red as a strawberry; you feel the warmth of the blush. Steve bursts out laughing.

"Shut up, Dally." Soda mumbles out.

His face buried in your neck causes it to come out muffled. He moves away from you though. Soda now is sitting down behind you, handing you the things you need from the first aid kit.

You make Dally hold an ice pack to his upper arm, where a bruise sits. He reluctantly obeys.

Soda helps you put stuff back in the first aid kit and put it on the table for now. No one else had gotten home yet so there wasn't a use for it at the moment.

Soda sits in the middle of the couch and you sit on his lap as you both watch TV.

Dally leaves the house and gives you back the ice pack. Steve does the same not long after.

"I'll leave you two lovebirds alone." He said as he left.

You both sit there watching TV for a few minutes but the silence is broken by Soda.

"Can you please give your hero a kiss?" He kisses your neck.

"I will once it's healed a little more." You giggle at him.

Ponyboy, Johnny, Darry and Two-bit walk in. Ponyboy, Johnny and Darry are already cleaned up, Two-bit sort of is but not as much as them. He doesn't care as much. None of them look too bad.

Darry goes to his room. It is eleven thirty at night, you can't blame him. Johnny sits on the couch as Pony and Two sit on the floor.

You and Soda move over so there is space in between the two of you and Ponyboy.

"I should probably go home now." You say looking up at Soda.

You don't want to go but your parents would probably say you could never see him again if you are home too late.

"Okay, I'll walk you home." Soda offers.

You both stand up and walk over to the door.

"I'm going to walk Y/n home." Sodapop explains before you both leave the house.

The walk is peaceful; you and Sodapop hold hands the whole way. You talk about the stars and the shapes you think they are making. You wish it could've lasted longer than it did. Soon you were at your house. You tell each other that love each other and say your good nights. But you don't walk up the steps just yet.

"You know, I guess I still do owe you a kiss. And it looks a lot better now..." You kiss him as you end the sentence.

You try to be careful and not reopen it but it gets a little bit reopened.

"I told you it would reopen." You smirk triumphantly.

"Yeah, but it was worth it."