“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.
The Outsiders is all about two gangs.The greasers and the socs.In the book the greasers are located on the east side of town and the socs are located on the south side of town.Some of the greasers are Ponyboy,Johnny,Dally,Darry,Steve,Sodapop,and Kieth(aka Two-Bit).Some of the socs names are Randy,Bob,and Cherry.Even though some of us don't like them I still have to put them in.It is a really good movie and book.this book has happy parts and sad parts,but,we all just have to get through it together.Like when Johnny kills Bob.Thats a happy part.the sad parts are when Johnny and Dally die.well that is all about the outsiders to learn еще read the book and watch the movie.
Ponyboy’s Perspective
“Dad?”
“Yeah, Scar?” I say, looking away from the football game I was watching. I was holding Ella, she was 4 months old now.
“How did Ты and Mom meet?” The 12 год old asked.
“I bet it was an epic Любовь story.” Eight год old Rhett says sarcastically.
“Was Mommy pretty when Ты met her?” Charlie, who was five now, asked.
“The prettiest girl I’d ever seen.” I smiled down at him. “Until Scar and Ella came along. Now I know the three prettiest girls in the world. Anyways, there’s not much to tell. I saw her one day, and I fell in love. I thought she didn’t like me…”
“Nah, I like Ты a lot.” (Y/N) grinned from the doorway.
Seventeen.
Seventeen bottles of пиво I have drunk in the past 37 minutes.
Seventeen.
I pick up number eighteen, twist the кепка, колпачок off, and pour it down my throat. It’s tasteless.
I lean my head back against the Стена from where I sit on the floor of my basement.
I see a football. Danny’s football. It used to be Danny’s football. Now it’s just some football my son used to hold, used to play with. It probably smelled like him. Part of me wanted to go pick it up, the other part of me didn’t wanted to be reminded of the last time we played football together.
I pick up number nineteen, and out of the corner of my eye see (Y/N)’s old dolls, something we thought we could use for our little girl someday.
But that’s not going to happen.
I know what happened. I saw their mangled, bruised, broken, dead bodies after their accident.
I pick up number twenty.
Oh God how was I going to say this.
The rest of my life depended on this.
She was just perfect. In every way possible. She was beautiful. Kind. Sweet. Funny. Understanding. Just (Y/N).
And I needed to tell her.
Tell her how much I needed her, wanted her, and had to have her. It was a feeling beyond comprehension. It was love.
I needed to tell her I loved her.
So here I am, sitting in the lot, looking at the stars with (Y/N). Doing something I Любовь with the one I love.
I look over at her, her eyes gleaming from the light of the fire.
“(Y/N)?” I ask as I grab her hand.
“Yeah?” She turns to face me.
“I-I think…” I start.
“Just say it,” she smiles.
“I Любовь you.” I blurt out.
She looks surprised for a second. But then she grins.
“I Любовь Ты too.”
“This was my mom’s,” he mutters. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will Ты marry me?”
