The yells from the lot were louder than ever.
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.
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.
“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.
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.
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The cars zoomed by.
“This makes me so nervous.” te say.
“Why?” Soda asks, smiling.
“What if the cars blow up, and we die? o what if they crash? Or-“
“Hey it’s going to be fine,” He interrupts you. “Have some popcorn.”
“But what if I’m eating popcorn and the cars blow up and we die?”
“Then I’ll blow up and die eating popcorn with the girl I love.”
And he kisses te on the lips.
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The cars zoomed by.
“This makes me so nervous.” te say.
“Why?” Soda asks, smiling.
“What if the cars blow up, and we die? o what if they crash? Or-“
“Hey it’s going to be fine,” He interrupts you. “Have some popcorn.”
“But what if I’m eating popcorn and the cars blow up and we die?”
“Then I’ll blow up and die eating popcorn with the girl I love.”
And he kisses te on the lips.
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Soda’s Perspective
“Daddy, do I look ok?” Grace asks. I put down my newspaper to look at my 15 anno old daughter. Wow.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” It pained me to see her going on her first date. But I was smiling.
“I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise.”
I grin. Exactly what her mother detto to her dad on our first date.
“I know.” I manage to say. “You’re a good kid.”
“Not like Faith,” Grace grins. Oh my Faith. Nine years old and already had a “boyfriend”. She was completely hilarious.
“Not like Faith.” I smile.
I get up off the divano to give her a hug.
“I Amore te Daddy.”
“Love te too, sweetheart.”
“You’re still going to be the first boy I fell in Amore with.”
“Daddy, do I look ok?” Grace asks. I put down my newspaper to look at my 15 anno old daughter. Wow.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” It pained me to see her going on her first date. But I was smiling.
“I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise.”
I grin. Exactly what her mother detto to her dad on our first date.
“I know.” I manage to say. “You’re a good kid.”
“Not like Faith,” Grace grins. Oh my Faith. Nine years old and already had a “boyfriend”. She was completely hilarious.
“Not like Faith.” I smile.
I get up off the divano to give her a hug.
“I Amore te Daddy.”
“Love te too, sweetheart.”
“You’re still going to be the first boy I fell in Amore with.”
Soda’s Perspective
“Daddy is this flour o sugar!”
“Daddy these are burnt!”
Faith was in her high chair, making a giant mess with the Cheerios, Logan was just eating the waffles, and Grace was attempting to mix the waffle batter.
This was not working.
I was trying to make (Y/N) breakfast in letto for Mother’s giorno with the kids, but we were failing miserably.
(Y/N) walks into the cucina in her pajamas. As soon as she saw the mess we made, her eyes got wide.
I walk over to her. Grab her da the waist and give her a quick kiss. “Ok go put clothes on, we’re going out for breakfast.” She smiles. “Happy Mother’s Day, babe.”
“Daddy is this flour o sugar!”
“Daddy these are burnt!”
Faith was in her high chair, making a giant mess with the Cheerios, Logan was just eating the waffles, and Grace was attempting to mix the waffle batter.
This was not working.
I was trying to make (Y/N) breakfast in letto for Mother’s giorno with the kids, but we were failing miserably.
(Y/N) walks into the cucina in her pajamas. As soon as she saw the mess we made, her eyes got wide.
I walk over to her. Grab her da the waist and give her a quick kiss. “Ok go put clothes on, we’re going out for breakfast.” She smiles. “Happy Mother’s Day, babe.”
