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SODAPOP CURTIS

You worked at the DX alongside Soda and Steve. Your dislike of Sodapop occurred because he always asked you if you needed help when you were working on a car and acted as if women couldn't fix cars and only men could. "Hey doll, do you want any help with that?" You heard Sodapop yell from the other side of the garage. Rolling your eyes, you slid out from underneath the car to reply.  "No thank you Sodapop, I'm perfectly capable of fixing it myself!" You said shortly, not in the mood to have another argument with Soda. Steve was constantly having to prevent the pair of you from throttling each other. "Why do you hate me so much?" He asked sounding genuinely a little hurt. You sighed not really wanting to get into this today. "It's not so much hate as very strongly disli-.Oh, ok I hate you. I hate you because you always make me feel incompetent by asking if I need help on a car." You sighed again. "You hate me because I want to help you?" He asked sounding amused. "Well yes, but you asking me for help isn't what makes a jerk, it's just you act as if I can't fix a car by myself because it's every time I do something. You make it seem like I'm incapable of doing anything for myself, and I hate it because I've always been independent." You explained sheepishly. "I ask you for help so I get to talk to you and be around you more. I know you can fix a car. I mean I've seen you beat up a Soc."  You both chuckled at the memory. "Why would you want to be around me?" You asked staring at him like he's crazy. "Because I like you." He whispered, looking at you for any sign of disgust on your face. "Oh." Is all you say before you crash your lips on his.

DARRY CURTIS

You were best friends with Sodapop but you disliked Darry because you thought he was to serious and boring. "Hey guys." You said as you enter the Curtis household. "Hey Y/N!" The guys shouted back to you. "Hey Steve, where's Soda?" You asked your best friend, noticing your other best friend was missing. As if he timed it, the bathroom door opened and out walked Soda in nothing but a towel. You shrieked and covered your eyes. "Dude! Put on some pants!" "Oh come on Y/N you know you want me." He chuckled, joking around. "Ewww.' You groaned at your friends behaviour and tried to push him away.  "Soda, go and put on some clothes and leave Y/N alone." Darry snapped being the usual spoil sport he always was.  Soda went to get dressed and the rest of the boys stayed quiet due Darry's outburst. "You know he was just joking around, you didn't have to snap at him." You shot at Darry. "Yeah, well he was being inappropriate and childish." Darry shouted "Don't shout at me. He's a teenage boy he's going to be childish and inappropriate. It wasn't making me or anyone else - but you - uncomfortable so there was no reason to snap." "There was a reason! I don't like him saying stuff like that to you because I like you!" He yelled back. "You what?" "I like you." He whispered.  "But I'm fun, and loud and irresponsible, and childish. The complete opposite of how you act around me and you even said you hated the way I was. That I was childish." You said softly.  "Didn't you hear? Opposites attract." He whispered in your ear sending shivers down your spine, and that was when he kissed you.

DALLAS WINSTON

You worked at a bar and this lead you not like Dally because every night he would come in and hit on thousands of different girls, in the same night.  "Hey doll face. Can I get a beer and a date?" You groaned as soon as you heard the familiar voice you had grown to dread. You looked up and your E/C eyes met the mesmerizing ones of Dallas Winston. "Yes to the first and no to the second." You said and slid him a beer. "Awww why not?" He whined. "Because I don't like guys like you." You whispered in his ear. "You don't even know me." He protested.  "Let me guess. You flirt with girls all the time, have a different girl every week, you smoke and drink all the time, you've been in the cooler more than once, you're known as a bad boy, you only care for yourself and even if you do care for someone you don't tell people and you treat that person like shit. Does that sound about right?" You asked him cockily.  He looked at you amazed because you obviously got most of it right. However, some small part of him was angered.  "You're wrong, I've only ever dated one girl, I've never been on a date since and the person I care about I'll do anything for and everyone knows it." He hissed at you obviously pissed off. "I'm still not going on a date with you. You're a player and I don't date players." You stated and go to serve your next customer. "You may be good at reading people but you're an open book sweetie. You're trying to save money to get your own apartment because you live with an abusive mum and an alcoholic dad but, every time you get money, they take it away from you. You want to go to college and do something meaningful with your life. You want to move away from Tulsa. You're a Greaser as well so, you also probably had a close family relative or friend who got killed by a Soc. That's why you're a heartless bitch and don't trust people." He said with venom in his voice.  "You don't know me. I'm not heartless, I just have trust issues and actually my dad is abusive and my mum is- well, I don't know where she is! And it was my brother who got killed, the only family I had that cared about me so thanks for bringing up depressing memories. Now leave me alone." You hissed before storming off. You felt warm, muscular arms around your waist and you looked up to see Dallas with his chin on your shoulder. "I'm sorry, but please, go on one date with me. Just one and I'll prove you wrong, and if that date doesn't work out; I'll leave you alone and just ask for a beer and make polite chit chat when I come in." He begged.  "Fine. You've got yourself a date." You sighed but a small smile graced your lips.

TWO-BIT MATTHEWS

You don't like Two-bit because he thinks Donald Duck should have his own program and not be on Mickey Mouse because he's a duck. However, you believe Donald Duck is amazing on Mickey Mouse.  "Hey guys!" Two-Bit shouted as he entered the Curtis household. You were snuggled up to Soda with your feet on Steve's lap and Sodapop's arm was around your shoulders. "Hey Two-Bit!" The guys shouted but you just kept silent. Two-Bit headed to the kitchen to get a beer and a slice of chocolate cake. As he walked into the living room, he pulled a face and scrunched up his nose in disgust upon seeing you and Soda. Although, you think it was just because he had seen you. Mickey Mouse was on and it was a part with Donald Duck.  "Get your own programme. Stop ruining Mickey!" He shouted at the T.V. You glared at Two-Bit until he turned to look at you.  "Hello to you too, Y/N. You're looking as ugly as ever." He said with a smirk. "And you're looking as slimy as ever." You shoot back. Soda sighed and wrapped his arms tighter around you, he was expecting you and Two-Bit to be friends because you were both funny, sarcastic, liked chocolate cake, liked beer and loved Mickey Mouse but because of Donald Duck, you ended up arguing all the time. "I'm getting another drink. Does anyone want anything.?" You asked "No" the boys chorus. "I'll have another beer doll face." Two-Bit smirked. "I asked if ANYONE wanted something, not if any ANIMALS did?"  The guys all snorted at your comment whilst Two-Bit glared at you and followed you into the kitchen. "You know people are allowed their own opinion. You don't have to treat them like shit because you don't agree." Two-Bit spat. "If I remember correctly, you had a go at me first for liking Donald Duck so shut up, you pig." You scoffed. "Bitch!" "Bastard!" Your faces got closer. "Pig!" "Cow!" And closer. "Fat." "Ugly." Your faces were an inch apart. "Wimp!" "Heartless." Suddenly you were kissing, he pushed you against the wall and you wrapped your legs around his waist, deepening the kiss. "I still hate you." You mumbled against his lips. "I hate you too." He chuckled into the kiss.   "FINALLY!" You broke apart at the two voices and turned to see the whole gang stood there, trying to find the source of the yell. Everyone laughed except for Soda and Steve, who looked embarrassed, letting you know that they were the ones who had shouted.