Outsider drawings

te role over and see Dally sleeping successivo to you. te wipe your forhead then role back over. te just heard on the radio that there was a robbery and a shooting last night in your neighborhood. Scared as hell, te finally manage to get your eyes closed.
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

“Soda, ok, te can come in now.” Ponyboy grinned. I was standing successivo to him, and he was successivo to Mickey Mouse.

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.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~“Tim.. Are te serious right now?” te ask your boyfriend with that you-have-to-be-kidding-me look.

“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.

Swaying back and forth to the random songs on the radio, champagne bottle in one hand, heels off, his camicia off; this slow dance was a little interesting.

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.”

“What’s the prettiest thing about me?” te ask your boyfriend.

He pauses for a second, thinking.

“You.” He finally answers, smiling.

“That’s not one thing.” te roll your eyes and giggle.

“Yes it is. te are you. Without certain things, te wouldn’t be you. If you’re pretty eyes weren’t (eye color), te wouldn’t be you. If te didn’t snort when te laugh, te wouldn’t be you. If te didn’t randomly burst into song, te be you.
If te weren’t nice and sweet and funny, it wouldn’t be (Y/N). The (Y/N) I know, Amore and adore.” He smiles as he kisses te on the cheek.

“Really?” te ask.

“Really.”

“Really really?”

“Really really.”

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“Johnny how do te think this looks?” te ask, holding up a black dress to you.

“How am I supposed to know?” He groans as he leans on one of the shelves of the department store.

“Well, would I look good in it?” te ask, twirling the dress around.

“You’d look good in any clothes, honey.” He smiles at you.

“Any clothes?” te ask, scrunching your nose.

“But te also look good in no clothes, if that’s what te want to know,” he grins at te like a little kid. “So could te hurry up so I could see my preferito outfit on you?”