the outsiders

“Hey, Darry, please stop picking on him. He’s obviously stressed out.” You plead with you boyfriend. He and Ponyboy were fighting about grades and school and such.

“(Y/N), please stay out of this.” Darry says, eyes still locked on his younger brother.

“She has a point.” Ponyboy snorts.

“Don’t use that tone with me, young man.” Darry says, voice raised.

“Who went and made you dad?” Ponyboy asked, shrugging his shoulders.

“You take that back.” Darry says, lunging for Ponyboy.

They start beating up on each other, nothing serious. Brothers will be brothers.

“Hey! Knock it off!” You say, trying to separate them on the ground.

Smack!

You fall back, the hit getting you hard.

The boys freeze, realizing they’ve hit you.

“Ow!” You say. “That was my boob!”

They burst out laughing.