ummary: Ponyboy and Kimberly go to her old house to get her clothes and important things needed for moving in with the Curtis'. Kimberly's dad was supposed to be at work. So how will this awkward encounter play out?

Warnings: Swearing, Maybe mature in some chapters.(I DON'T WRITE SEX SCENES)

Pairings: Ponyboy/OC

Rating: Teen/Mature

Hey guys this is my second one-shot in this series. I am trying really hard to update as soon as possible but I am going to need your help. If you have any ideas for a one-shot write them in the reviews or private message me. I will do the ones I can, I will also say who they came from and so on and so forth. Now please enjoy this one-shot.

Kimberly POV

It was a warm and humid Saturday afternoon, Ponyboy and I were sitting in Darry's rusted truck, with all the windows down. Pony was driving down the road and toward my house. We were going to grab my stuff, like clothes, shoes, and toiletries. We were grabbing these items because I was going to move in with the Curtis's. When Ponyboy and I argued two weeks ago he asked- no he begged- Darry to let me live with them. After a week of persuading him-mostly by telling him we would leave the door open, and change at different times or in different rooms-he said yes. So today we are getting all my stuff.

We drove up to my house. It was small with white side panels, few windows, and of course a door. Pony parked in front of the house and we both got out of the car. I walked up the path to the door. When I was the door I noticed it was slightly ajar, pushing on it lightly it opened all the way with a loud creak. I walked into the house with Pony not far behind. Pony grabbed my hand and squeezed it reassuringly. I guided him through the hall and to my bedroom. I hated this room. It had plain white walls, with a few pictures of my mother and I before she died. The bed sheets were so ugly I could have sworn my dad got it from an old woman's house. But that was it my room only had a bed, and a dresser with a few pictures on the wall.

I walked to my dresser and started grabbing the clothes from the drawers. Pony came behind me with a duffle bag to stick my stuff in. I shoved as much as I could into the bag and zipped it up. I walked across the hall and into the bathroom, grabbing my toothbrush, hair brush, and feminine products. Walking back out I grabbed the other bag we brought and pushed everything into it. I only has one more thing to grab, a pair of shoes. I grabbed a pair of navy blue converse, that had dirt covering them and a hole in the toe. I also stuffed them into my bag. I put one of the bags on my shoulders Pony doing the same with the other bag.

"Got everything?" We heard a voice say behind us.

We turned around only to be faced with a very tall and very fat man. His face was purple with rage like it always is. He was wearing a white wife beater tank top with grease covering it, and a pair of jeans. I knew this man, and he scared me. He was my dad.

Ponyboy being the protective boyfriend he is pushed me behind him.

"It's okay." He whispered to me.

"So you're just going to up at leave? AFTER ALL I HAVE DONE FOR YOU?!" He yelled.

"Y-yes." I stammer.

He pushed Ponyboy out of the way and came after me. I stood frozen standing there preparing to get hit in the face or stomach, like usual. He punched me in the face causing me to hit the wall and fall on the floor.

"HEY!" Ponyboy yelled loudly. "LEAVE HER ALONE!"

My dad turned around and stared at Pony for a moment. Pony just glared at him. My dad looked Ponyboy up and down. Ponyboy was only about an inch shorter than my dad, causing my dad to be hesitant in his next words and actions.

"So, you're the piece of trash my daughters dating." My dad said lowering his voice a few octaves. I saw Ponys face pale and his ears turn bright red.

"So, you're the piece of garbage my beautiful girlfriend had to live with." Pony hissed at my dad. My dads face turned red. He raised his fist and lowered it on to Ponys face. Pony let out a grunt of pain as he fell to the ground. My dad continued to punch Pony in the face. I thought Pony was about to give up, but he didn't he managed to some what get up off of the ground. Pony punched my dad as hard as he could in the gut. My dad doubled over in pain.

Ponyboy got up and ran over to me grabbing my hand and dragging me out of the house. He opened my car door and closed it. He jogged over to his door opened it and slammed it shut. He put the key into the ignition and drove down the street towards his house.

"Are you okay?" He asked me when we were half way to his house.

I looked at him in disbelief, my dad only punched my once there was only going to be a small bruise, but my dad punched him over ten times, his face was already bruising on his cheeks and the skin on top of the right cheek bone was split open and bleeding, and his lip was split in two different places and he was more worried about me that himself.

"'I'm fine." I said. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." his voice cracked slightly. I knew he was lying.

Tears welled up in my eyes, I hated it when he lied to me. I could tell by the pained expression in his eyes that he was in pain but didn't want to show it.

"Stop lying to me Ponyboy!" I yelled at him. He looked at me surprised.

"I'm not lying." He was on the defensive.

"Yes you are." I said. He pulled into his driveway and looked at me. He grabbed my hands and rubbed his thumbs over them.

"I'm okay, baby. I promise." He said smiling a little. I nodded a little bit believing him. He opened his car door got out and ran to my door before I could open it. He held his hand out for me to take. Grabbing it he helped me out of the car. He let go of my hand when I safely on the ground. He went to the car and grabbed the two duffel bags and slung them over his shoulders. He walked over to me and grabbed my hands and started walking to the door.

When we got to the door Ponyboy opened it for me. I walked through the door with Pony not far behind me. I heard chatter coming from the kitchen and assumed the whole gang was there. "Pony is that you?" I heard Darry yell.

"Yeah." Pony called back to him. Pony looked at me and then looked in the direction of the kitchen. "Lets go to the kitchen." He said sadly. "Their going to see soon anyways."

Pony and I walked through the house going to the kitchen. The first thing I heard when we walked into the kitchen was a gasp coming out of Johnny's mouth. Darry turned his head and looked at me and then Ponyboy. He stood suddenly.

"Pony what happened?" He asked right away.

"Nothing. I'm fine." Pony said hurriedly.

"Nothing!" Darry yelled causing both Pony and I to jump and back up half a step. "Sorry." He walked up to Pony and touched his shoulder gently. "Honey, can you tell me what happened?"

Pony looked at Darry and looked at me. I nodded telling him, he could tell Darry. "Her dad was supposed to be at work but he wasn't. And he punched Kimberly so I got mad and yelled at him and called him garbage. He got mad and punched me...a few times." Pony said.

"Go sit down." Darry pointed to the empty chair and left the room and went into the bathroom. Pony didn't sit down though he put his hands on my shoulders and sat me in the chair.
"Your becoming one tough kid, Pony." Dally said giving Pony a thumbs up.
Darry came back into the kitchen and sighed when he saw that Pony was still standing. Darry had a bottle of peroxide in his hand along with some Q-tips in the other. Pony looked at the peroxide and groaned.

"Dare, that's gonna hurt… and I'm fine." He added when he saw Darry glaring at him.

"It's supposed to." Darry said walked over to Pony and dipping a Q-tip into the peroxide.

"Oh, toughen up Pony. Your face just got beat the hell out of and you're worried about peroxide." Dally said smoothly.

"Yeah, yeah Dally. I was mad so it didn't hurt as much. But now I'm not and you are putting peroxide on my face!" He said. Darry-once Pony was distracted- put the Q-tip on the cut on his right cheek.

"OW! God dammit Darry!" Pony winced slightly in pain.

"Oh quit your damn whining." Darry said.

I started to laugh. It was loud too. Pony glared at me and the rest of the gang started to laugh also. Pony getting embarrassed left the kitchen.

I stretched my arm like Pony does when he wants to cuddle. "Don't leave me."

Sorry for the really bad ending it was hard to write. I hope you enjoyed this one-shot it was more serious than the last the next one will probably be more fun or something like that. I also need suggestions. Review them or private message me. I hope you enjoyed this one-shot. Remember to Favorite. Follow. Review.

-Clemmy-Cloo14