Ты feel your phone buzzing in your pocket and answer it. "Hello?" "Hey Ashleigh! It's me Dal!" "Hey Dal!" It's good to hear that familiar voice, Ты think to yourself. "Listen, I just got outta jail, Ты wanna meet up?" He asks. "Yeah, of course!" "Ok, see ya at mine in ten minutes." "Bye!" Ты exclaim. You've known Dally since Ты were three years old. Ты could count on him for anything. Ты hurry to Dal's house remembering lots of thing Ты two have been through together. Ты take a deep breath and right as your about to knock on the door Dal opens it. "ASH!" He exclaimed hugging you! "DAL!" Ты yell returning the hug. "I've missed ya kid." "Kid? I'm only a few weeks younger than you!" Ты protest. "Still. Эй,
I wanna Показать Ты somethin'." He takes your hand and leads Ты out of the house. "Close your eyes." "Kay but if Ты make me run into anything I swear I'll murder you." Ты laugh. Not longer than a минута или two before Dallas tells Ты to open your eyes. Ты open them to see a таблица with white Розы in the middle. "What do ya think?" "Dal, this is great!" Ты look on the таблица to see two pb&j sandwiches. "Classy Dallas Winston." Ты giggle. "So what made Ты decide to do this?" Ты question. "Well, this inmate of mine was talkin' to me about how he missed his sister's wedding because of jail. We were talkin' about our lives for some reason and Ты came into the conversation. He made me promise him that I'd ask Ты to be my girl when I got out. I'm keeping that promise. Will Ты be my girl Ashleigh?" He explains. Ты sit there shocked for a while. "Yes." Ты smile. "Yes I'll be your girl!!" Ты squeal jumping out of your сиденье, место, сиденья and giving him a hug. And that was the start of a very happy relationship.
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?”