“I can’t believe te have to work on New Year’s Eve.” Ponyboy mumbles.
te give him a quick baciare on the cheek as te head towards the door. “I know, but I’ll be paid extra for working tonight.”
“Waiting tables?” He snorts.
te roll your eyes. “Well it is a holiday.” Not knowing what else to say about your profession, te add, “Lots of people go out tonight.”
“Can I visit te to get a New Year’s kiss?” He asks as te turn the doorknob to the front door.
te stop. te didn’t want him coming to see where te worked. “No,” te say quietly.
“Why not?”
“Just… No.” te say, and leave.
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The basso pounded, the colored lights flashed.
te glance at the clock. Only 11:50. Another couple hours in this whore house.
Stripping wasn’t how you’d picture your future to be. It sorta just happened. te were desperate for money, and te apparently had the sex appeal for it.
te take a look in the bathroom mirror, your hair all curly, and your wearing this black leather and fishnet ensemble.
“You look so slutty.” te think to yourself.
What would Ponyboy think?
He’d be so disappointed in you.
And te just want to break down and cry, knowing how upset he’d be.
te fight back tears, not wanting to ruin your eyeliner and mascara.
te quickly digita yourself, te were on in 5.
te walk backstage in a daze, not really concentrating, ready just to be another pretty face and body for men to stare at.
The lights go dark on the stage, your cue to take your place at your pole, the one on the stage right.
The Musica starts, and the lights go up. te feel the beat, starting to slide down the pole.
As te turn around, kicking up your leg, te see him.
te see him, standing at the entrance, the look on his face killing you.
te instantly let go of the pole, stand up, and look at him, eyes starting to water.
“Bitch, get back to dancing!” Some drunk yells at you, but te ignore him, biting your lip to keep from sobbing.
te see him mouth something. At first te can’t make it out, but then te realize he’s saying: “I’m sorry.”
te shake your head, letting him know it’s not his fault.
He starts walking towards you, making his way through the crowd of men.
te hop off the stage, making your way towards him, as fast as your high heeled boots would carry you.
te run into his arms, which immediately avvolgere around you, pulling te close. “I’m sorry.” He whispers. “I’m so sorry.”
te can’t help it now, the tears start to flow.
He pulls away, holding your face in your hands, trying to hold back tears himself. “You’re going to quit, alright? I’ll support you, I swear. We’ll find te a real job, and everything will be fine. I promise.”
All te can do is cry and nod, make up running down your face.
“5, 4, 3, 2-” the crowd counts down to signal the new year.
And his lips crash into yours.
“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” The club roars.
“This anno will be different.” te sniffle.
te give him a quick baciare on the cheek as te head towards the door. “I know, but I’ll be paid extra for working tonight.”
“Waiting tables?” He snorts.
te roll your eyes. “Well it is a holiday.” Not knowing what else to say about your profession, te add, “Lots of people go out tonight.”
“Can I visit te to get a New Year’s kiss?” He asks as te turn the doorknob to the front door.
te stop. te didn’t want him coming to see where te worked. “No,” te say quietly.
“Why not?”
“Just… No.” te say, and leave.
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The basso pounded, the colored lights flashed.
te glance at the clock. Only 11:50. Another couple hours in this whore house.
Stripping wasn’t how you’d picture your future to be. It sorta just happened. te were desperate for money, and te apparently had the sex appeal for it.
te take a look in the bathroom mirror, your hair all curly, and your wearing this black leather and fishnet ensemble.
“You look so slutty.” te think to yourself.
What would Ponyboy think?
He’d be so disappointed in you.
And te just want to break down and cry, knowing how upset he’d be.
te fight back tears, not wanting to ruin your eyeliner and mascara.
te quickly digita yourself, te were on in 5.
te walk backstage in a daze, not really concentrating, ready just to be another pretty face and body for men to stare at.
The lights go dark on the stage, your cue to take your place at your pole, the one on the stage right.
The Musica starts, and the lights go up. te feel the beat, starting to slide down the pole.
As te turn around, kicking up your leg, te see him.
te see him, standing at the entrance, the look on his face killing you.
te instantly let go of the pole, stand up, and look at him, eyes starting to water.
“Bitch, get back to dancing!” Some drunk yells at you, but te ignore him, biting your lip to keep from sobbing.
te see him mouth something. At first te can’t make it out, but then te realize he’s saying: “I’m sorry.”
te shake your head, letting him know it’s not his fault.
He starts walking towards you, making his way through the crowd of men.
te hop off the stage, making your way towards him, as fast as your high heeled boots would carry you.
te run into his arms, which immediately avvolgere around you, pulling te close. “I’m sorry.” He whispers. “I’m so sorry.”
te can’t help it now, the tears start to flow.
He pulls away, holding your face in your hands, trying to hold back tears himself. “You’re going to quit, alright? I’ll support you, I swear. We’ll find te a real job, and everything will be fine. I promise.”
All te can do is cry and nod, make up running down your face.
“5, 4, 3, 2-” the crowd counts down to signal the new year.
And his lips crash into yours.
“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” The club roars.
“This anno will be different.” te sniffle.
How were te going to tell him te got laid off?
Y’all needed money… te had just bought a house, and money was short.
So of course te had to lose your job.
te walking into your house, and flop onto the couch. te were pretty much done with all the stress.
Darry walked out of the bathroom, towel around his waist.
“What’s up babe?” He said, chuckling at the sight of te sprawled on the couch.
“I got laid off.” te mumble.
He’s silent for a second, taking this in. “I’ll pick up another shift.” He says.
“No, no.. te don’t have to…” te start.
“No.. I’d make più money than te would. It’s gonna be fine I promise.”
te turn around to see your boyfriend Steve grinning wildly, another snowball in hand.
“It’s so on,” te laugh, as te lean down to scoop the snow.
te are hit with another snowball, right in the shoulder. te fuoco back, hitting him in the face.
Instead of picking up snow to make another snowball, he sprints towards you.
And tackles te into the snow.
“Oww Steve!” te laughed.
“It was needed.” He joked back.
te were lying on your backs in the snow, looking up at the stars.
te start to shiver.
He looks over at you. “Babe, are te cold?”
“Yeah.” te nod your head, teeth chattering.
He scoots closer to you, and wraps his arms around you. “Warmer?”
“Yeah,” te smile.
He picks up the naked two anno old and plops him into the bath. “There. Your in. Stay in.”
te were holding baby Stephanie, who would not stop crying. Why did te and Dally even agree to watch Johnny’s kids? This wasn’t a great experience.
“Hey, (Y/N), look at this,” Dally grins.
te look in the bathroom to see Josh, sitting in the tub, his hair greased back, smiling like a maniac.
te can’t help but burst out laughing, only making the baby cry more.
“Stephie, shut the hell up!” Josh says from the tub.
“Josh!” te scold. te glare at Dally.
“It wasn’t me!” Dally says.
“Yeah right.” te say, rolling your eyes.
“In my opinion, we are the greatest babysitters ever.” Dally said, smiling.
“Hey,” Dally whispers in your ear.
“Hey,”you whisper back.
“You’re parents home?”
“Yeah, they’re asleep.”
“So nothing fun?”
“Dally, te pig.” te laugh.
“Nah, I Amore just cuddling with you.” He says, snuggling closer to your body.
You’re silent for awhile, feeling the heat of his body.
“I Amore you.” te whisper.
“Not as much as I Amore you.” He squeezes you.
“Are te crying?” te ask as he walks in.
“No.” He mutters, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.
“Yes te are, te 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. te 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 te 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?” te ask.
“Yeah… Uh te know.” He shrugs.
“I don’t know,” te laugh.
“You’ll see,” he grins.
te walk into his room, and your jaw drops.
Your panties were all on his floor.
“Oh my god Dally!” te say.
“You obviously didn’t get the message.” He says laughing.
te look closer at the piles of your underwear. It spells out “PROM?”
“Oh my god,” te laugh.
“Is that a yes?” He grins.
“Yes!” te say still laughing.
“I just need te to help me out with something…”
“What?” te ask.
“I’m missing the dot under the domanda mark…”