Request: I'm from Ireland but just moved to tulsa so I have an Irish accent jsujdjsjhshs so that's why we become friends but then we start having deep conversations and we cry together and shit and we turn from platonic solemates into well something more...hehehhe

Name: Isobel

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 882

A/N: I hope you enjoy!

The moment you met Ponyboy, he was fascinated with your accent. He was attracted to you not long after that. You were also attracted to Ponyboy, so whenever he would ask you to be his partner for a school project, you wouldn't hesitate to say yes! You thought that you would make no friends after moving from Ireland, but after meeting Ponyboy in Tulsa Oklahoma, it was all worth it.

After weeks of hanging out with each other, Ponyboy's brothers started treating you like family. You would always be over at their house, whether it be a movie night or just talking about life with Ponyboy. There have been moments where his brothers would claim that Ponyboy had a crush on you, but he would always deny it.

He only denied it because it was the truth. Ponyboy had a major crush on you. He wanted to stop calling you a friend and put the word girl in front of it. He has been fantasizing it for a while now, but you had absolutely no clue. He wanted to keep it that way.

He knew that you thought that his friendship was important to you, and he didn't want to ruin that. There have been many nights where you've spent the night over at Ponyboy's. It usually ended up with you two sharing certain feelings about either each other, or other people.

There have been moments where Ponyboy caught himself before telling you how he felt about you. You'd fall asleep first anyways. Lately, Ponyboy has been going to school, but you haven't been showing up. He would try to call your home phone, but nobody would ever pick up.

A few days have passed, and your absence really started to worry Ponyboy. He would even go home and ask if his brothers heard anything from you lately. It got to the point where Ponyboy decided to just visit your home. Ponyboy was at your house, awaiting for someone to open the front door to your house.

It soon opened and revealed your father who smiled when he saw Ponyboy. He was a favorite of your family as well.

"Greetings Ponyboy!" He exclaimed happily, reaching out his hand. Ponyboy shook it. "What brings you here today?"

"Is Isobel home?"

"Oh, yes she is," Your father responded, stepping aside and inviting Ponyboy inside. "She's just upstairs in her room."

Ponyboy thanked him before rushing up the stairs. He waved at your mother who he passed on the way up the stairs. He went to your bedroom and went to open your door, but it was locked.

"Isobel?" Ponyboy asked through the door. No response. "Isobel? Are you in there? Why in the world is the door locked?"

Ponyboy perked up as he heard a few clicks. The door slowly creaked open, showing your figure on the other side. Ponyboy's eyes shot wide open as he noticed your tear-stained face. Your grey blue eyes were swollen red from what seemed like crying.

"Isobel, are you okay? What happened?"

You whimpered softly before turning around and heading back to your bed. Ponyboy has never seen you in this state of mind before. He followed behind you and sat beside you on the bed. You grabbed your pillow and buried your face into the soft cushion.

"Isobel...Please tell me what's going on," Ponyboy pleaded, staring sadly down at you. "I'm your best friend Isobel. You can tell me anything."

You lifted your face out of the pillow and frowned at Ponyboy. He could already tell from your expression what was going on. He reached forward and tucked a strand of your long brown hair behind your ear.

"They're just jealous of you Isobel," Ponyboy stated, scooting closer. He embraced you in his arms. "You're beautiful Isobel. Those girls wouldn't know beauty if it smacked them in the face."

"I don't feel beautiful Ponyboy," You cried, shaking your head. "Why is it that people point stuff out like that when I'm already feeling insecure about myself?"

"It doesn't matter what they think about you Isobel." Ponyboy declared, shifting himself to look you straight in the eyes. You blinked and a tear slid down your cheek. Ponyboy wiped it away. "You're worth much more than they say you are. You're precious, and that's why I love you so much."

Silence filled the air. You weren't expecting him to use that word, but at the same time, you were glad he did.

"I love you too Ponyboy," You confessed, offering Ponyboy a sad smile. "And I think you're right. I shouldn't care about what they think."

"No you shouldn't, because you're beautiful inside and out," Ponyboy complimented, getting awfully close to you. "And I've fallen in love with you Isobel."

"Pony—"

Your words were cut off as Ponyboy kissed you. You melted into the kiss immediately. You were longing for the taste of lips on yours, and you were happy that he finally made the move. Your lips moved in sync for a few moments before pulling away.

"I love you Isobel," Ponyboy claimed, sliding his hands in yours. "I wanted to ask you an important question that I've been wanting to ask you for a long time. Will you be my girlfriend Isobel?"

"Yes Ponyboy. Yes I will."

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