Road trip with the greaser gang! Sounds fun, doesn't it? Well, it was until Dallas was the one driving.

You were sitting at the backseats, seatbelts put on tight against bodies, your warm and femine body squished between Ponyboy —to your right— and Steve plus Soda to your left. Dallas was driving, with Johnny as the passenger princess —Darry and Two-Bit hadn't come—.

You didn't know how this had even seemed as a good idea given how easily sick Ponyboy got when too long on a car, Dallas reckless driving, Soda's hyper behaviour and Steve's tendency to complain.

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You were simply trying to take a nap, head tilted back and eyes closed. Hair framing your face as it covered your eyes, feeling the reckless way Dallas was driving.

You could hear the way Dallas honked at other cars for going 'too slow' and also the way he seemed to have road rage. Those sounds always accompained by Johnny's tries in calming Dallas down before the New Yorkian greaser started to cuss everything that lived on earth.

The symphony was added up with Steve's complaints and the constant sound of a shoe clicking against the floor of the car —Soda's hyper behaviour sweeping through—.

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It wasn't long before you heard a long groan next to you, and then Ponyboy had made his head home on your shoulder and plopped his right leg over your lap to try and get you closer.

He was getting sick from how agressively and recklessly Dallas was driving. His head spinning and his stomach feeling like it was turning and churning. He was nauseous as fuck and he just wanted the comfort from your feminine perfume and warm body.

His brown hair, covered in hairgrease to give him the classic greaser look, was a bit messed up. Needyly rubbing his cheek against your neck like a cat.

"are we there yet?" you could hear Soda ask. "No! now shut the fuck up already!" that was Dallas. "Dallas, dude! chill.." Johnny trying to calm him down. "ughhhh" Steve.

Pony just groaned again, his eyes closing and his nose scrunching up.