💕credits to theoutsidersdirtyimagines on tumblr💕

A/N: PART THREE AND FINAL PART!!!

You sat on the old, shabby window seat, clad in nothing but Sodapop's old shirt and your underwear, you hadn't gotten a wink of sleep that night in fear that he was going to choke on his own vomit.

The birds were singing, their sweet shrill sounding voices reverberated through the open window and into the eerily silent room; you couldn't hear his snores anymore, it was so early in the morning that you didn't expect for him to be awake.

He was sat up in bed, his head in his hands and you had a sneaking suspicion that he was crying. You could see his body quaking on the bed, his chest was heaving up and down.

"Soda..." You whispered softly, your hand touched his shoulder gently only for him to recoil away from you.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N." He muttered. "I'm so, so sorry. I'm an asshole, you might as well just leave, there door is right there and you won't hurt my feelings"

He was trying to give you an out- the truth was, he never wanted the chance to hurt you like he did last night. Because, even though he had been drunk out of his mind, he still remembered everything like your sad, broken, tear stricken face.

"Soda, stop it. It's okay" You said softly as you sat beside him. Your arms wrapped around his naked body as you kissed his cheek chastely. "I'm never going to leave you, never... okay? You're my best friend. I love you."

"But how can you still love me? After everything I've done to you in the past, everything I did last night? We... we almost... last night. I was taking advantage of you." He bit his lip as tears slipped from his eyes, his hands were shaking. He had hurt you. "Just please, leave. I don't want to hurt you again."

"You didn't take advantage of me, Soda." Your cheeks reddened as you looked down at the ground, shame flooding through you. "I took advantage of you."

He looked at you confusedly, his eyebrows creasing together.

"You were drunk out of your mind and there were these two girls who were all over you and they were trying to take you upstairs with them. You were adamant that that you were going to have sex tonight..." You trailed off awkwardly, your cheeks stained red. "So, I told you that I would have sex with you and then they left." He was awfully silent, he didn't know what to say to you. "All I knew was that if you had to have sex that night, I wanted it to be with someone that loved you. You're my best friend and I didn't want you to do something that you regret"

Before you could blink or say another word, he pressed his lips to yours gently, his fingers threaded through your hair as he gently stroked your cheek. He was sweet, gentle and kind as your lips moved in a synchronize so tender.

"I'm sorry-" He whispered, his eyes were wide... he didn't mean to cross another line.

You didn't get a chance to reply... a loud, persistent banging sounded at the door.

"Y/N, are you in there?" The panicked, pain stricken voice belonged to none other than Darryl Curtis, he sounded beside himself with grief. "Please, I don't know where Soda is."

"Oh no" You heard Soda whisper from behind you. "What have I done?"

You knew one of Darry's biggest fears was losing one of his brothers. You could tell that he loved them unconditionally and the thought of losing one of them was bound to send him crazy.

The pounding grew louder and you finally found your courage to open up the door, only to find a disheveled, sleep deprived shell of a man.

"Have you seen Soda?" Was his immediate question. "Dally said he saw you early this morning here- he said you were with someone..." He trailed off as he took in your appearance.

You were clad in Soda's old shirt, the shirt sat just above your knees, he looked past your shoulders only to see a pair of Soda's old blue jeans strewn on the floor carelessly.

You could see the fire in his eyes as he pushed past you, you could see the vein on his neck throbbing.

"Sodapop Patrick Curtis" Darry had only ever used the boys full names when they were in trouble... You could tell by the look on Soda's face that he was petrified. "Are you kidding me?"

"Darry, it's not what it looks-" Sodapop tried to explain, but Darry wasn't having it.

"You stayed out all night having fun whilst me and your brother were up all night worried sick about you? You could've at least called to tell us that you were safe!" His arms were shaking, quivering in anger. "Ponyboy was scared! He thought you were dead in some ditch! But you don't care about any of that, do you, Sport? You only care about your selfish needs!"

The words tore through Sodapop like knives... you knew his words stung more than any type of cut. You could see the tears brimming in his eyes, they spilled over as he wordlessly looked down in shame, he didn't even bother to defend himself- he knew he had done wrong.

"And you!" Darry turned around to face you. "I expected more from you! I'm so disappointed in the both of you. I hope you both at least had the good sense to use protection."

"But Darry-" You tried to explain the situation, you tried to tell him your side of the story, but by God, he was not having any of it.

"I do not want to hear it" You could hear the disgust in his voice. "Get your clothes on and then get your asses downstairs. I'll be waiting for the both of you in the truck."

He slammed the door shut, the sounds echoed throughout the room.

You didn't know what to say, so you said nothing. Instead you removed Soda's shirt and threw it in his direction, along with a pair of his boxers you had found strew on the floor in front of you.

Your heart was hammering away painfully in your chest at Darry's face twisted in anguish as the thought of his brother dying just like his parents had almost a year ago... you could feel the tears starting to trickle down your face. He had never been disappointed in your before, Darry, he was just like your big brother.

"I'm so sorry" Sodapop said, tears in his own eyes.

"It's fine." You didn't spare him a look as you dragged your jeans up to your hips.

"I'm sorry." His arms wound around your waist and he closed the distance between the two of you. You bra covered chest was flush against his bare one. "I never meant to stuff up this badly... All I'm good at is hurting people. You were the last person I ever intended on hurting."

"It's o-"

"Don't say that it's okay, it's not... I'm this monster, I break everything that I touch" He refused to let you speak, he refused to let you make him feel better about the fuck up he had caused. "I promise, if you give me another shot, I promise that I will never hurt you... I won't ever take you for granted. I promise"

"Okay." You looked up at him, your eyes were somber as he pressed his lips to your hands gently.

"I promise"