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sweetheart - jonathan cade <3 [edited]

(curtis!reader x j.cade)

y/n was nice, too nice. too nice to be a greaser, she saw the good in everyone.

she still believes dallas will go places, she thinks he's smart. she doesn't think sodapop is dumb like people say all he can do is fix cars and smile, but you have to know your stuff to fix cars. and that smile lands all the ladies so who's really winning here? she even didn't say mean stuff about bob sheldon, a soc bastard who beat her good friend and brother - pony snd johnny.

y/n's p.o.v

it was a friday afternoon, and i had just gotten home from school. i was making chocolate cake for the boys, and i was singing along to rock robin'. as i danced around the kitchen making the cake, i felt a presence around me.

"hey sweetheart." said a raspy voice, who i already knew belonged to dallas.

i turn around, "howdy dal! wanna sandwich? i made one for ya." i grin happily. he smiles, a genuine smile.

"thanks." he says, the only two people he says thanks to is momma curtis and me.

"no problem cowboy." i say handing the sandwich to him.

he sits down on the table to eat. it's around 4:30, everyone comes in for a snack and gets of work at this time on friday. just as i predicted the boys come into the kitchen screaming and shouting.

they all start to go for the cake. "ah, ah, ah." i say pulling it back.

they all look at me frowning. "i made sandwiches, cheer up. then you can have your cake." i say, smiling.

"thanks sweetheart." echos through the room, that's what they call me around here 'sweetheart.' they say i am just too sweet for this world.

"your welcome boys, it was my pleasure."

i look around to see we are missing one good friend of mine.

"where's johnnycakes?" i ask.

sodapop was the first to find out about my crush on the boy, but it was quite obvious but i didn't care if he knew that i digged him because it was the truth. but sodapop being the loud mouth he is, told everyone in the gang expect johnny. but i couldn't stay mad for that long, my silent treatment only lasted five minutes than he said a joke and i couldn't help but laugh.

"ya mean lover boy?" two-bit joked.

"oh shut up two-butt!" i say putting my hands on my hips.

"i'm pretty sure he said he needed something from home." said ponyboy.

my eyes go wide with rage. "and you let him?! go home?! into that house that nearly kills him every damn day! sometimes you don't use your head, i love you but that was a stupid thing to let him do." i say angrily to pony quickly putting my shoes on, and grabbing my knitted jumper.

i walk out into the cold street, wishing i changed my pleated skirt for my jeans. i walk down the street to see johnny being beaten up outside his house. "johnny!" i shout getting his attention.

i race in getting over the fence, i grab him and put him behind me. his body is limp.

"you leave him alone!" i say standing my ground.

"what did you say you little whore?" asked his father walking towards me.

i walk forward standing my ground. "ya heard me, drunk fuck." i say, now this may seem reasonable but i don't swear i can barley say butt without feeling dirty.

he slaps me suddenly, my head turns back at the contact.

i suddenly feel this new feeling. i don't know what it is. but it makes me feel like i will kill this man and his excuse for a wife. i look across, my face red and eyes glaring.