A/N: You'll be surprised who it is in the end…I hope. This is my second Outsiders fic.
She sighed. It was his weekend with the kids. She got the kids things and put them in the car. They hopped in. Her son was the spitting image of his father. Her little girl looked like her with her dad's personality. She smiled to herself. She climbed into the driver's seat after making sure her kids were buckled in.
"Let's go see daddy," she said with a sad smile. Sometimes, she wished they had never divorced. She was still in love with him. Maybe if they had waited. Maybe if they had been older. She sighed as she pulled into the same parking lot, in the same spot, same time as it had always been for the past five years. He was leaning against his car, looking handsome as always. She followed her kids out of the car. They were nine and seven. They ran to their father. The older woman held back a smile as her former husband picked up the love they made in both his arms.
"How are you?" he asked. She tried not to look in his eyes, knowing that if she did, she'd fall in love with him all over again. She lost that battle.
"I'm doing fine. And you?" she questioned. He looked at her. He remembered why he loved her. She was sweet, loving, and forgiving.
"Fine," he replied. She smiled. She didn't tell him she still loved him. They had been divorced too long, having the same routine for too long. She drove away, leaving him with their kids. He sighed as he made sure his kids were buckled in. He headed for home. He made grilled cheese for dinner, and cut the crust off.
"Mommy doesn't make it like that daddy," his daughter said. The words broke his heart in two. He wished that he and his ex could have worked it out. They had been together for so long. He proposed to her after high school and they were married soon after. They were divorced by the time their sixth anniversary rolled around. He wondered what she was doing at that moment.
She woke up on Saturday morning and turned on the television. The house was too quiet for her liking. She had always been in a noisy home. There had never been a quiet moment when she met her ex, until the divorce. Her biggest regret and in her eyes, her biggest mistake, was leaving him. There was so much to do in the house. She began cleaning. She found the wedding album. She cried as she looked at it. She tried to convince herself that the break-up was the right thing.
He drove to the parking lot. It was Sunday. The kids were going back to their mother. Today though, they were lingering in the parking lot. They were in a stare down. Neither was willing to look away from the pain, the love, and all the emotions that the other held in their eyes. They both wanted to just embrace the other and hug and cry and say it was a mistake. The years apart had told them that. But neither moved. Neither of them could. She figured he was over her. He thought she was over him. But they were both wrong, so wrong.
"Take care of yourself," he said. She smiled.
"You too," she replied. He watched as she drove away with their children. He sighed. He said to no one, "I'll love you forever, Cherry." Ponyboy Michael Curtis drove home after that, wishing he was still with her.
A/N: Did you guys like it? It was inspired by the song Every Other Weekend by Reba McEntire and Kenny Chesney. I was trying to figure out the pairing I wanted and went with Cherry/Pony. I was considering Sandy/Soda or even Dally/Sylvia but the way I wrote it wouldn't work for either pairing.