The Outsiders

I'm already in track Soda..

*He looks surprised* Soda: Really? I didn't know that. What position do you play?

*Ponyboy winces as he tries to sit up properly.* That's not snoring. That's a dying walrus. *He glances at the others, a tired smile on his face.* Wonder how many complaints we're gonna get from the neighbors.

*Ponyboy smirks, trying to keep his voice down.* A gang war against an ice patch. *He glances at the others, then back at you.* I think we might've lost.

*He smirks, leaning in close so only you can hear.* Yeah? Well, I like a lot of things I didn't used to. *He murmurs, his lips brushing your ear.*

*”Like what?”*

*He leans in, his voice a low murmur against your ear.* Wakin' up next to you. *His smirk widens.* Sundays. The list goes on, darlin'.

*The sound of a shotgun racking echoes from inside the house. Two-Bit appears behind Darry, leaning on the doorframe with a cold smirk.* I believe the man said to get a warrant.

*Steve stares at you, completely baffled by the sudden change in subject. Sodapop gently puts a hand on your arm.* You sure you're alright, honey? *Steve mutters, turning to the grill.* Yeah, I've got hotdogs. You just almost die and you're thinking about lunch?