“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.
te were at Buck's party da yourself, then someone covered your eyes and whispered meet me outside in five minutes. te couldn't tell who it was, but your curiosity got the best of you. As te stepped outside, te saw Dallas Winston, your long time crush. "Hey Dal," "Marisa, I've gotta tell te something," Dally bit his bottom lip and looked down at yours as te got closer to him. "Well, I've always liked te and I know I flirt all the time but you're different, you're special." Now Dally was holding your hands and pulling te closer to him. "If I can have you, I won't need anyone else in my life, so please Marisa, will te be my girl?" Your face probably looked shocked because right there Dally decided to pull te in for a long passionate kiss. "Yes! Dally, I will!" He smiled then te two got in his car and drove into the darkness of the night with intertwined fingers.
te walked into the Curtis house and te saw Ponyboy sitting there Leggere his book. "Hey Pony, are te ready to read 'Gone with the wind?' " "Yeah hang on, ciao Soda, can te come here for a minute." te and Ponyboy have been Friends for a couple days now and he promised he would mostra te his preferito book, and te never knew he had a brother. "Hey Pony--" Soda walked in with no camicia on, only a towel. His jaw dropped and he blushed. "Hi, I'm Sodapop," "I'm Alex," te couldn't stop looking into his beautiful eyes. "Well Alex, how about I take te to the dingo for a coke?" te nod but then remember that te were really there to get that book. "Oh, pony, I'm sorry, can I please go?" "I ain't your parent, sure te can go and here take the book, te can read it to Soda." Soda took your hand and began leading te out the door. "Hey sodapop!" pony yelled, "you know te only got a towel on?" Soda blushed and gave te a quick baciare then ran to go get cloths.
te and Two-bit are sitting on the divano watching Mickey topo, mouse and playing around. te throw popcorn at him occasionally and he just laughs. te have been dating for about 4 months now. te throw a piece of pop mais and it hits him right in the face, and he turns around slowly, a slight smirk growing on his face as te begin to giggle. He lunges for te as he begins to tickle you, but this time te fight back and playfully wrestle him. te two roll around wrestling on the floor for about 2 minutes, and te stop when he ends up on superiore, in alto of you. te look into each others eyes for what feels like forever, and finally he slowly moves his face closer to yours and kisses you. "I Amore te (Y/N)" he whispers, and leans in for another kiss.
Later that night, te hear someone in the house. Thankfully Dally heard it too and he was wide awake. He quickley gets out of letto as te follow. te creep down the hallway and peek around the corner.
"Go back to the room," He says as te do what he instructed
te sit on the bed,praying that everythings okay.
Soon, te hear shots from a gun.
Then silence
With the money that I would have gone to college with, and with what Ponyboy had saved, we had bought Soda his horse.
Soda came in, in his plaid camicia and jeans. His jaw dropped. Then he smile brighter than the sun.
He walked over to horse.
“Hey buddy,” he says, smiling, petting his nose.
“It took forever to get him to listen,” Ponyboy said.
“Yeah, I got myself and ornery pony.” Soda grins.
“You happy?” te ask Soda.
He just looks at you, smiles and nods his head.
“Yes. I am 100% serious.” He says, grinning.
“You’re joking.”
“No I’m not.” He laughs.
“Yes te are.”
“Come on (Y/N).”
“Fine.” te say.
te take the birra from his hand and chug it down.
“There.. Are te happy with my chugging skills?” te ask.
te had gotten tired of the New Years Party te were at, so te decided to have your own; complete with balloons, champagne, dancing, and the life of the party.
“This is fun,” te laugh as te look up to him.
“Yeah,” he laughs, as he dips you.
“Careful of the champagne, babe.”
“Sorry… Just trying to make things classy.” He laughs.
“You kidding me? This is some high class shit!” te laugh.
He glances at the clock.
“It’s 11:59,” he grins.
“Time for our New Year’s kiss,” te grin as te lean in.
“Not yet!” He yells, moving your face away. “It isn’t midnight yet!”
te laugh, then glance at the clock.
“Well, we missed it.” te pout. “It’s 12:01.”
“Looks like we have to wait a whole nother year.”