things change, they are always changing, people, places, ideas, feelings. y/n never thought that if stuff did change with her gang it wouldn't be that her brother and best friend died. she never thought that she would change. she never thought she would clean up her act and fake a smile. she just never thought it would happen. she had just seen her die in a hospital bed him whispering lowly that she should stay gold and show dally that there is good in the world. then she saw her best friend get shot three times in the back, they were just kids. but then again so was she. she went to court for the trial of bob sheldon's murder the following week, and i think thats when it all changed for y/n.
it was really true, her brother had killed a soc and died along with his best friend. if you asked her now she would say she is still waiting for someone to jump out and say it's just a prank but sadly no. that was not the case. she worked two jobs so she could pay for the funeral of johnny and dallas. she payed for all of johnnys not taking any money that people offered. everyone chipped in on dally's. three days after the curtis brother's got told they could stay together, it was johnny's funeral. most greasers didn't dress nice for things like this but that day they did maybe because it was hard not to love the cade siblings, and hard to realise you'd only see y/n around town now which made them think that they should show respect.
all the boys wore suits or button ups, and girls either wore dresses or skirts. y/n wore a black dress with his jean jacket over the top. she walked up to the front and began to thank everyone for coming. her mother had tried to come into the town hall but y/n wouldn't let her in. "hi, for those of you who don't know me i'm y/n cade. johnnycakes sister. thank you once again to all who came today to pay respects for jonathan andrew cade. it's mostly kids here today who i and johnny have always seen as family. but thank you miss mathews for coming and helping out today. johnny was the best person i knew. of course he was my brother but he was also one of my best friends. so was dallas winston. it's hard for me to imagine not going over to the curtis house for christmas dinner or thanksgiving without him. but thats change. he wouldn't want us to be sad he would want us to smile and grieve but once we grieve, live for him. dallas said in the hospital before they died, 'do it for johnny.' now if you ever feel like you don't have a reason to be here on earth think do this for johnny. everything step i make and everything i do is for johnny and dallas. i hope you can try to do the same. i love you johnnycakes always will." y/n finished wiping her eyes. "ponyboy has also prepared a speech." she said walking down to her seat patting his shoulder. as she took a seat.
it has now been two months, four days, and seven hours since they had died. y/n was on the porch of the curtis home smoking away, it was late in the night peaking into the early morning. she had been living with the curtis' brothers for the past week or so. but she was mostly couch surfing here and there. buck always let her stay over and even tim and curly shepard did. the most odd place she had stayed at was cherry valances guest bedroom. i guess everyone sort of just felt sorry for her, greasers always felt the need to take care of her like there own flesh and blood. mostly because she had always treated them with kindness and love, even if people believed they didn't deserve it she gave it. even if people wouldn't give back much, like dally. she took care of him when he was sick like a mother would their child, she made sure stayed out of trouble with the cops most of the time, but most of all she didn't treat him like he was lost cause. she smiled, she cared and she hurt when he would cry drunkly about how his mother didn't love him nor his father. but she really hurt when he grabbed her hand blood her's and his, and said "y-y/n." she nodded with tears, "yeah it's me. i'm right here. don't be scared. i ain't gonna leave. i'm here dallas, i'm right here." soon his hand fell limp he stopped blinking and suddenly went cold.
she seemed to always have flashbacks like that were she would freeze and no-one could get a response they just had to finish. she could sit for hours seeing one on repeat. she looked at the stars and hoped saw two real bright ones next to each other. johnny and dally. she got interrupted by the door shutting loud enough for her to jump lightly. she turned to see ponyboy, there friendship never got much thought. but they were very underrated, no one talked about how they both did stuff together all the time. and how y/n would draw for his stories. and he write stories just so she could draw. they had been friends as long as johnny and pony had been friends. she loved everyone in the gang, but there was just something so great about pony. it was no secret that she had liked him. but she just stopped feeling things after they had died. but when she saw pony's green eyes looking into hers she felt one single butterfly in her stomach. i think thats what was so great about pony. when she saw him, she only saw him. she didn't see johnny or dallas. she just saw pony, he made her only think about him and his freckled nose.
"can't sleep?" she asked, he nodded. "another bad dream didn't want to wake sodapop up. he has a extra long shift tomorrow." he said quietly but loud enough for y/n to understand clearly. she nodded, he sat next to her on the steps. her eyes were red from crying, cheeks raw from wiping tears and her lips held a cancer stick nicely. she was wearing some flannel pants and one of pony's long sleeved shirts. both items belonged to pony, she hadn't step foot back in her house since johnny's funeral so she had no clothes except the boys. to him she still look effortlessly beautiful. she handed him the only just lit cigarette from her mouth, he smiled gratefully putting it in his mouth. she lit another one and they smoked in silence. pony shivered him only in boxers and a school track team hoodie. she noticed and pulled him close to her, he didn't warm up because she was warm but because that movement made him sweat everywhere. even behind his ears.
"you ever loved someone so much it hurt?" he asked after the silence, "i do." she replied, he looked down at his feet. "who?" he spoke softly, she smiled at his face. his face just slowly beginning to get some facial hair, his jaw sharp, his eyes soft and hopeful. "you." she said not hiding her feelings anymore. "me?" he asked shocked. "yeah, you just make my heart beat so fast but so slow at the same time and you make me smile when i fell like i never will again." she looked down at her feet feeling disappointed that he wouldn't feel the same way. "i love you so much it hurts y/n m/n cade." he spoke softly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. she looked into his eyes. "forever?" "forever."
ponyboy leaned in and y/n as well and soon a soft sweet kiss was shared cigarettes and chocolate cake filling pony's sense's. a wonderfull first kiss, a kiss that only the two could share. only a feeling that pony could give y/n. now this change from friends to lovers, this changed y/n liked. she liked it a lot, she never thought it would happen when she had just eaten half a cake and smoked half a pack of cigs. she never thought that she would love her mouth on someones so much.
"when were eighteen, i'm gonna marry you y/n cade. i've known that since i was nine." she smiled, "i love you so much it hurts ponyboy michael curtis." "forever?" "forever."
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i think this made up for my shitty ass chapter from before. so heres another ponyboy one just cos i'm in that vibe rn man.
alsooooo, i'm going away on monday and coming back on wednesday for a school thing. so i won't update. sorry ;(. might update another chap tomorrow.
i love you all sm schnitzels.
- lils ur cool writer friend xx
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