“I do to, but…” Dally starts.
“But what?” Ты ask. Ты were lying on the постель, кровати Далее to him.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“We’ll it won’t hurt that bad…”
“No… I mean I don’t want to hurt Ты hurt you.”
“What do Ты mean?”
He pauses, and rolls on his side to look Ты in the eye. “I Любовь you. You’re the first girl I’ve actually loved. When I’m around Ты you, it’s like my world has so much еще meaning. So Ты know… If we bang, there going to be so much еще emotional. It’s wont just be having sex… It will be making love. And I know I sound like a forty год old man, but it’s the truth. I wouldn’t want to do it with Ты because you’re hot, which I wanted to do when I first met you. Now, I want to do it because you’re beautiful, and I Любовь you. I want Ты to have my kids. I want Ты to Любовь me as much as I Любовь you. I don’t want Ты to give up this part of you, for the fear I may end up failing you.” He says, finally looking away.
“Dally…” Ты whisper. “I Любовь Ты that much to. That is why I want to do this.”
He bites his lip, looking Ты over. “I’ll be gentle. I promise. I’ll tell Ты I Любовь Ты the whole way through.”
Ты lean over, Поцелуи him, gently at first, then getting еще passionate. Your fingers start running through his hair, his hands on your hips.
His рубашка was already of, and he now was pulling of your dress, gently.
Ты reach down to undo his ремень, пояс, пояса and slid off his pants.
“You sure you-” he starts, concern in his voice.
“Shh.” Ты command. Ты roll over on вверх of him, straddling him. Ты reach behind you, unclamping your bra, slowly taking it off, and tossing it down.
Ты smile down at him. He just bites his lip, looking Ты over.
He rolls over so he’s on вверх now. He slowly slides down your panties.
“You sure?”
“I’m positive.” Ты whisper, as Ты tug his boxers down.
“Just… Tell me if I hurt you.” He says, looking away.
Ты just nod your head as he slides into you.
Ты gasp quietly, not expecting it.
“Oh my god, are Ты ok?” The fear is drawn on his face.
“Keep going.” Ты say.
He shakes his head, but gives another thrust; each one gentle, but getting faster and faster. Ты moan as he hits your spot each time. Ты dig your nails into his back.
“I… Love… You.” He says, heavily breathing.
And then Ты both hit your high, and he falls onto you, still gently.
“I Любовь Ты too.” Ты whisper.
“Are Ты crying?” Ты ask as he walks in.
“No.” He mutters, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.
“Yes Ты are, Ты big softie,” Ponyboy grins.
“Is she all ok?” Soda asks, still sniffling.
“Yes, she’s in perfect condition.” The doctor grins. ” 6 pounds, 9 ounces. Ты want to hold her?” He asks Soda.
Soda just nods his head. The doctor hands him the baby.
(OK INSERT SODA BABY IMAGINE HERE TO GET SODA FEELINGS)
Soda just smiles.
“Hey, Grace.” He says softly. “Hey.”
“She looks like you.” Ponyboy says to Ты as he looks over Soda’s shoulder at his niece.
“Pretty, just like her mom.” Soda glances at you.
I had it all ready.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
“Oh?” Ты ask.
“Yeah… Uh Ты know.” He shrugs.
“I don’t know,” Ты laugh.
“You’ll see,” he grins.
Ты walk into his room, and your jaw drops.
Your panties were all on his floor.
“Oh my god Dally!” Ты say.
“You obviously didn’t get the message.” He says laughing.
Ты look closer at the piles of your underwear. It spells out “PROM?”
“Oh my god,” Ты laugh.
“Is that a yes?” He grins.
“Yes!” Ты say still laughing.
“I just need Ты to help me out with something…”
“What?” Ты ask.
“I’m missing the dot under the Вопрос mark…”
