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?”
this our park on the East Side. nice, right?
“Johnny.” Ты shake him. “Johnny.
He mumbles, half asleep. “What? It’s 2 in the morning.”
“I want some tacos. With bacon. And maybe some Шоколад sauce.”
“What the hell.” He laughs. “What does this baby like to eat?”
“Apparently tacos with бекон, бэкон and Шоколад sauce.” Ты say.
“Well, I’ll go make the baby some tacos.” He says, getting out of the постель, кровати in his boxers.
“Don’t forget the Шоколад sauce!” Ты yell after him as Ты rub your belly.
Ты complain to your best friend as she literally drags Ты towards the Dingo.
“C’mon (Y/N), it’ll be fun! Two-Bit’s got a friend for you!” Cathy raises her eyebrows.
“Maybe I don’t want a friend,” Ты mutter, then stop.
Standing Далее to Two-Bit was the hottest guy Ты had ever seen.
Maybe Ты did want a friend.
Cathy goes over and hugs Two-Bit, where Ты just stare at the boy and he stares back at you.
“I’m Dally,” he says, sticking out his hand.
Ты take it. “(Y/N).” Ты smile.
“It’s pretty,” he smiles. But then he erases the expression off his face. “I mean, it’s tuff babe.”
“You don’t need to act all tough around me, I know your cool.” Ты grin.
“You really think so?” He asks.
“Yeah… You’re pretty cute too.” Ты smile.
“Well, I know that.” He smiles. “But you’re cuter.”
“Maybe we should ditch this movie.”
