te two spent the rest of the giorno together. "I have to go home" pony detto standing up. "Okay" te detto and stood up with him. te walked him to the door and opened it. He hugged te tight not wanting to let go. te hugged him back the same way. "Bye babe" he detto and walked away. "Bye" te detto shutting the door. te walked back up stairs. te sat down on the divano and thought about the clothes te had on. Your P.o.V Why did I have these clothes? Would my parents tell me if I was a true Soc.? te thought about if they would. I don't think they would. Is it even possible to do that? Back to normal All these thoughts ran threw your head. The door opened as te still thought about the questions. It was your mom walked to the kitchen. "Hi honey" she detto and smiled at you. "Hi" te mumbled. She came back into the living room and looked at you. "What's the matter?" "Nothing" te said. "Where'd te get the clothes" she detto and smiled. "In my closet. Which is weird cause I don't dress in these clothes. Cause I'm a greaser. Don't ya think that's weird" te said. "No not at all" your mom said. te rolled your eyes. The successivo morning te woke up to your mom sining. te walked into the cucina as she was dressed in a dress and some highheels.
Darry’s Perspective
I never got to hold her.
We had tried so hard, and when (Y/N) finally got pregnant, it was like a miracle almost.
I should have known it was too good to be true.
I felt her kick; three times. And that was it.
I talked to her all the time.
And those five precious months was all I got with her.
And so here I sit, against the bacheca of the kitchen, birra in hand.
Five months.