Ты wake up to the sound of footsteps and bangs around your apartment. Ты immediately know it's your boyfriend Ponyboy. Ты two planned to go on a road trip today to an amusement park, and he was probably packing. He walks into the room, looks at you, and smiles. "Hey sleeping beauty, time to get up." Ты lift your head up from the pillow, looking disoriented and delusional. He laughs, but Ты just sigh and plop your head back down on the pillow. Ты hear him walk towards you, and Ты begin to laugh as he tickles you. "Pony! Pony! Stop!" Ты laugh. He continues to tickle you. "Come on Sydney! Get uppppp" he says, picking Ты up and bringing Ты to the kitchen, sitting Ты on the counter. "What do ya want for breakfast?" He asks, Поцелуи you. "Hmm" Ты say sleepily. "How bout pancakes?" He says, smirking. "What's so funny?" Ты say. "And yeah, pancakes." Ты say smiling. "Nothing.. You're just cute when you're tired." He says. Ты laugh, "So are you" Ты say, smirking. He begins making pancakes, dotting batter on your nose as Ты laugh, still sitting crossed-legged on the counter. After your done eating, Ты go to get ready. Of course, being a guy, after only 5 minutes, пони asks Ты if you're ready. "Ready babe?" "No! I still have to put on my makeup!" He walks into the room, shaking his head. "You don't even need makeup, you're actually the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, even with no makeup on. Heck, you're еще beautiful now then ever!" He wraps his hands around your waist and kisses your cheek. "Come on.." He says, pulling Ты out of the room. With that Ты head off to the amusement park and have a great time!:)
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?”