“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.
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Darry’s P.O.V
“Daddy?” Danny asks from the back seat. He was six now, and Olivia was one.
“What happened to your mommy and daddy?” He asks.
I don’t answer for a minute, just keep driving. What do I say?
“My mommy and daddy are hanging out in heaven.” Is all I can think of to say.
“They’re partying with Jesus?” Danny asks. “That’s cool!”
“Yeah, bud,” I smile. “Partying with Jesus.”
“Yes I do.” She says in that you’ve-told-me-a-million-times voice.
“Ok… Well are te sure te want to do this?” I ask nervously.
“I’m positive.” She says as she gives me a quick baciare on the lips.
“I swear, if te hurt yourself…” I shake my head.
The motorcycle starts, and goes forward. Instead of going with the motorcycle., she flips off backwards from it.
I immediately rush to (Y/N).
“Oh my god, (Y/N), are te ok? Are te hurt? Where are te hurt?” I say, head spinning. If she’s hurt badly I’ll just…
“Dally I’m fine.. The motorcycle-“
“Steve can fix the motorcycle. Are te ok? Where are te hurt? Do we need to go to the hospital?”
“Dally I’m fine!” She laughs.
“You worry me,” I say, as I scoop her into a hug.
te aren’t exactly sure what you’re humming to… But it’s something.
“Hey, (Y/N), have te seen my-” “THUD!” te rip open the doccia curtain to see your boyfriend had tripped over the doorway.
“Oh my god, Two-Bit, are te ok?!?” te gasp.
He looks up at you. “Oh my god you’re in the shower!” He yells.
te yank the curtain back, covering yourself up.
“Two-Bit, are te ok honey?”you ask.
“After seeing that I’m not.” He says. “Damn, your beautiful.” He says, blushing.
“What a pig.” te laugh.
te knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
te hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
te went over to lot, to make sure things weren’t getting out of hand. If they were, you’d definately call the police.
It would risk them getting arrested, but te didn’t want any of them hurt; o dead.
te saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
te start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a punch, punzone to the face.
te fall into the mud, shocked da the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
te feel a hand on your shoulder as te get up. te grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” te thought. “This is fun.”
te understood why they liked these so much.
“(Y/N), please stay out of this.” Darry says, eyes still locked on his younger brother.
“She has a point.” Ponyboy snorts.
“Don’t use that tone with me, young man.” Darry says, voice raised.
“Who went and made te dad?” Ponyboy asked, shrugging his shoulders.
“You take that back.” Darry says, lunging for Ponyboy.
They start beating up on each other, nothing serious. Brothers will be brothers.
“Hey! Knock it off!” te say, trying to separate them on the ground.
Smack!
te fall back, the hit getting te hard.
The boys freeze, realizing they’ve hit you.
“Ow!” te say. “That was my boob!”
They burst out laughing.
“Oh my god, Steve. Your eye.” te say as te remove the ice pack.
“It’s just bump.” He grins.
“A bump? Honey, it’s a huge black eye. It’s più like an egg.” te say.
“Old Man can still pack a punch, huh?”
“Steve, te need to get out of there.” te say matter-of-factly.
“I got nowhere to go.”
“You can stay with the Curtises. o me. I just don’t like seeing te hurt.” te whisper.
“I’d rather it be me than you.” He says.
“What?” He asks, glancing over at you.
“You’re gonna get pulled over,” te say, rolling your eyes.
“Do te think I’d care?” He laughed.
“Dallas Winston, I am shocked and appalled te just detto that to me and ran that red light.” te laugh. “I’m horrified at your driving skills. Remind me not to get into a car with te again.”
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Light cracked the sky open. The crash that followed jolted te awake. te sit up in your bed, wide eyed with fear.
te had been afraid of thunderstorms since te were little… something about it just frightened te to no end.
The sound of your boyfriend breathing calmed te down. The rhythmic deep breathing soothed you, only for a second.
Another crack lit up the sky, with a giant boom that followed.
“Dally.” te shake your boyfriend awake.
“Babe… what’s the ma-” He stops as he sees your eyes, wide with fear. He sits up straight and wraps his arms around te pulling te close. “You’re fine… You’re fine.” He whispers, rocking te back and forth. “I got you. I promise. I got you.” Hands running through your hair.
“I just don’t like them.” te mumble into his bare chest.
“I know. I know.” He say. “But I still got you. I promise.”
But te were already asleep again.
te had been afraid of thunderstorms since te were little… something about it just frightened te to no end.
The sound of your boyfriend breathing calmed te down. The rhythmic deep breathing soothed you, only for a second.
Another crack lit up the sky, with a giant boom that followed.
“Dally.” te shake your boyfriend awake.
“Babe… what’s the ma-” He stops as he sees your eyes, wide with fear. He sits up straight and wraps his arms around te pulling te close. “You’re fine… You’re fine.” He whispers, rocking te back and forth. “I got you. I promise. I got you.” Hands running through your hair.
“I just don’t like them.” te mumble into his bare chest.
“I know. I know.” He say. “But I still got you. I promise.”
But te were already asleep again.
heres yet another poem that i wrote. enjoy!
i cried when i looked at the sky
it reminded me of te
my tears were hot with Amore
and affection for te
i want te so bad, honey
youre all ive ever wanted
but i guess thats too much to ask
God wont give me you, im haunted
so i stay up at night with te da my side
but thats only a dream
its never anything real
baby, i wish te knew me
if only te were real in my reality
youre real in my imaginatin
but sognare ad occhi aperti isnt enough
i want your affection
i really do wish te knew who i am
but your Amore i will never get
your affection i will never feel
but, before, we HAVE met
i read about your story
and i truly am sorry
te suffered a great loss and your pain i feel
and i wanted to say to you: Ponyboy, te are the autore of your own life story
i cried when i looked at the sky
it reminded me of te
my tears were hot with Amore
and affection for te
i want te so bad, honey
youre all ive ever wanted
but i guess thats too much to ask
God wont give me you, im haunted
so i stay up at night with te da my side
but thats only a dream
its never anything real
baby, i wish te knew me
if only te were real in my reality
youre real in my imaginatin
but sognare ad occhi aperti isnt enough
i want your affection
i really do wish te knew who i am
but your Amore i will never get
your affection i will never feel
but, before, we HAVE met
i read about your story
and i truly am sorry
te suffered a great loss and your pain i feel
and i wanted to say to you: Ponyboy, te are the autore of your own life story