🇵​🇦​🇷​🇦​🇨​🇴​🇸​🇲 - outsiders preference book

♤ how you met ♤

preference 1:
♤ how you met ♤

y/p = your pronouns
y/n = your name
warnings: mentions of death, a little angst (twobit's section)
word count: 2,258
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dallas:
your parents kicked you out for the third time this week, which is more often than they usually do. you were just walking around town, looking for someone you knew. it was late at night, and most of everyone was asleep.
you started to head for the curtis house, considering you were close friends with pony and spent most nights over there anyways.
walking in, you saw only one other person in the room.
you didn't recognize him at first, but then it came to you that you'd seen him around with the gang.
you sat across from him on one of the couches, not saying a word until sodapop walked into the room and smiled brightly at you.
"oh, hey y/n! parents again?"
you nodded, yawning and smiling back at him.
"sucks, you're welcome to stay. this is dallas," he continued, his eyes traveling over to the boy on the other couch, who had been staring at you since you walked in.
soda yawned as you lazily waved at the stranger.
"night." walking back into his and pony's room, the house was quiet again.
you held your breath and avoided eye contact with dallas, scooting away a little.
he chuckled, "i won't bite, y'know." it almost made you laugh, almost.
"aw, man, c'mon." he continues bugging you until you started to laugh with him.
the two of you talked for the rest of the night and became pretty good friends.

johnny:
the walk home from school always sucked; you were alone every single time.
you got stuck in your thoughts and couldn't stop thinking. you were always thinking.
walking up to a small, run down house, you noticed two figures standing right in front.
one of them looked like a small boy, and the other could probably be his mom. she was yelling at him. and hitting him. you didn't like that.
you walked up to the pair just as she raised her hand to hit him again.
"excuse me?" she looked at you, confused.
"what?" her eyes were cold and dark, they looked like the boy's but his were full of fear and gentle light, where hers were empty and mean.
"could you tell me how to get to the library?" she looked almost like she was gonna hit you. she looked confused, and that's exactly what you wanted.
before she could process anything, you grabbed his hand and started running, anywhere you could.
eventually you ended up at the park, still holding his hand.
"hi, i'm y/n." you smiled at him, panting and resting your hands on your knees.
"i-i'm johnny," he tried to smile back, "why did you save me?"
the two of you got to talking and just never stopped.

steve:
why did all the shit have to happen on your birthday?
your fucking birthday.
you're sitting in your car, the steering wheel is literally burning up.
it had fucked up in the middle of the road, on the way home from school.
it's mid-march. the 15th, actually.
your f-u-c-k-i-n-g birthday.
you flopped your head against the dash and groaned in frustration.
"fuck! fuck! fuck!" you hit your head on the dash three of four more times, before you felt tears build up in your eyes and threaten to fall down your face.
you couldn't call your mom, she was at work, and god knows where your father was.
so you dialed sodapop curtis. you had known him since you two were little kids, and he was really nice to you.
he answered right away.
"DX gas station, this is Sodapop," he sounded over excited.
"hey soda, it's me, y/n. listen, it's my birthday, I'm supposed to be getting home to feed the puppy," you remembered soda meeting your little pride and joy a few weeks back.
"ranger? how's he doin?" you smiled at his concern for your pup.
"he's great, gotten a lot bigger since you last saw him," he giggled, "my car broke down on my way home, i need somebody to come help me, can you do something? i know it's shitty of me to ask but i'm just havin' the worst day-"
he stopped you, "hey, hey, calm down. you're okay, i'm your bestfriend, it's my job to help," you could practically see his smile, "sadley, i'm at the register right now," you frowned, "but i can send a buddy of mine down to help if you tell me where you're at."
your smile returned as you looked around for street signs.
it didn't take long for a little beat-up truck to pull beside you.
"mornin', doll," you heard somebody call out, then chuckle lightly, "how's your day been goin'?"
you didn't even raise up from the dash, you just grunted in response.
"that bad, hm?" you nodded, knowing whoever it was could see you, "well, somebody told me it was your birthday." he chuckled again, and you heard him mess around in a bag back in his truck. "pop the hood for me?" you obeyed, your face still laying on the dash.
"name's steve." he was right beside you, leaning into the window.
you finally raised your head up to get a good look at him, boy had you wished you didn't. he smiled crookedly and you blushed a little.
"y/n." you whispered, nodding at him.
"the uh- well, i couldn't find anything wrong besides there being uh," he laughed a little, "no gas."
you giggled too.
"you can ride with me back to the station so we can bring some back here, or you can just chill while i come back for the car, or we could go do something later tonight." he was sly, you had to admit.
but you weren't one to talk much anyways, so you nodded and got out of the car, grabbing your bag and following him to his truck.