I heard the knock two times, and figured that it was just the wind, making a albero branch blow and hit my window. I flipped through the channels, and turned on My Cousin Vinny. As the knocking grew faster, I knew that it wasn't the wind. I got myself out of bed, and threw the remote on my pillow. I walked over to the window, and pulled on the small, rusty latch. When I finally managed to pull the latch out, I slowly opened my window. "Two-Bit?" I asked in a confused voice. I was kneeling da the window, and my room was on the first floor, so Two-Bit and I were eye-level. I looked at Two-Bit's blue sparkling eyes, and he looked into mine. Why was he at my house at 3:00 in the morning? "Hey Mary. Can I come in?" I nodded and helped him through the window. My parents were on vacation, so I didn't have to worry about Two-Bit being his loud and usual self. I grabbed his arm, and pulled him in. When he was in, I shut the window, and locked it. Two-Bit sat on my bed, recitazione like it was normal for someone to come over this late. I sat down successivo to him. "Your probably wondering why I'm over here." He detto quietly. "Yeah, kinda." I replied, and we both laughed a little. "Well, remember when I told te that I was dating Marcia?" He detto slowly. "Yeah." I replied, not knowing what he was going to say next. "Well, when I got to my house, I saw her with another guy. In my bed. I didn't know where to come, so I came here." I gasped, and reached over to give him a hug. "I'm sorry, Two." I detto quietly. "It's okay." Two-Bit whispered into my ear. The hug lasted a good 3 minutes, and when we pulled away, I realized something strange. Two-Bit was crying.I have been Friends with Two-Bit since third grade, and have never seen him cry before. He looked away, and wiped his tears, hoping that I wouldn't see him crying. Since I knew that he didn't want me to see him cry, I looked away and pretended not to notice. I "watched" the T.V, until I realized that a pair of blue eyes were staring at me. My focus left the T.V, and we're now on Two-Bit. He smiled a little, but I could still see the anger and hurt in his eyes. I smiled back, and knew that I had to think of something that would get his mind off of what he saw earlier in his bedroom. "Let's go make some cake!" I exclaimed and grabbed his arm. I ran down the stairs, and he followed right behind me. When we got to the kitchen, Two-Bit went into the closet, and grabbed two aprons. He grabbed the blue one for himself, and tossed the arancia, arancio one at me. Two-Bit knew where everything was in my house, considering the amount of times that he comes over. When we got our aprons on, we walked over to the fridge to get the ingredients out. Two-Bit grabbed the things from the fridge, and handed them to me. "Eggs, Milk, Butter." He detto as he pulled out each ingredient. When all of the ingredients were out, I ran over to the cabinets and grabbed a bowl and a wooden spoon. "Don't tell Steve about us making Cioccolato cake." Two-Bit detto jokingly. We both laughed and began to make the cake batter. When all of the ingredients were in the bowl, I began to mix it up. "Woah, woah, woah. Mary, your doing it all wrong." I looked up at him, and he grabbed the spoon from my grasp. "This is how te do it." He detto as he flicked some cake batter at my face. He began laughing so hard, that he fell to the floor. I wiped the Cioccolato off of my face, and licked each finger. "No, no, no Two-Bit. It's like this." I detto as I cupped some of the batter in my hands, and dropped it on Two-Bit's face. His jaw dropped open, and he grabbed my leg, making me fall to the ground. We were both covered in Cioccolato cake mix, and we're laughing. "Look what te did, Mary!! te better clean it up!" He gasped. I gave him a 'your helping me clean this up' face.
His tongue ran down your stomach. It sent chills up your back. It felt amazing.
His tongue went back up to your lips as he started to unclasp your bra. He got it off, and threw it across the room.
But instead of it hitting the floor with a thud…
“Not on my couch.” Darry says, bra in hand
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“Will te please tell me why?” te were sitting on the bathroom floor with him. te were still shaking from the silent sobs that racked your body.
“Baby look at me.” He whispers.
Your eyes meet his, and te loose it. te put your head into your hands and sob.
“Hey, ciao everything’s fine. Shh babe, it’s ok. (Y/N) I promise,” he says as he picks te up an places te in his lap.
He rocks te back and forth for a few minutes, saying nothing. He looks down at your arm.
“You’re beautiful, te know that?” He mutters into your hair.
“Yeah?” He says, looking over at you.
“I found this in the attic.” te say, tossing it over to him.
It was his baby blanket, a dark blue color.
He looks at it wide eyed, just taking in the memories.
“What about this?” He asks, still looking at the blanket.
“Well I thought our baby would like it.”
“Planning ahead huh?” He grins.
“Only 8 eight months ahead.” te smile.
He looks up at te in surprise.
“You’re pregnant?” He asks, standing up from the divano to face you.
te just smile.
He scoops te up into a giant hug.
How were te going to tell him te got laid off?
Y’all needed money… te had just bought a house, and money was short.
So of course te had to lose your job.
te walking into your house, and flop onto the couch. te were pretty much done with all the stress.
Darry walked out of the bathroom, towel around his waist.
“What’s up babe?” He said, chuckling at the sight of te sprawled on the couch.
“I got laid off.” te mumble.
He’s silent for a second, taking this in. “I’ll pick up another shift.” He says.
“No, no.. te don’t have to…” te start.
“No.. I’d make più money than te would. It’s gonna be fine I promise.”
te turn around to see your boyfriend Steve grinning wildly, another snowball in hand.
“It’s so on,” te laugh, as te lean down to scoop the snow.
te are hit with another snowball, right in the shoulder. te fuoco back, hitting him in the face.
Instead of picking up snow to make another snowball, he sprints towards you.
And tackles te into the snow.
“Oww Steve!” te laughed.
“It was needed.” He joked back.
te were lying on your backs in the snow, looking up at the stars.
te start to shiver.
He looks over at you. “Babe, are te cold?”
“Yeah.” te nod your head, teeth chattering.
He scoots closer to you, and wraps his arms around you. “Warmer?”
“Yeah,” te smile.
He picks up the naked two anno old and plops him into the bath. “There. Your in. Stay in.”
te were holding baby Stephanie, who would not stop crying. Why did te and Dally even agree to watch Johnny’s kids? This wasn’t a great experience.
“Hey, (Y/N), look at this,” Dally grins.
te look in the bathroom to see Josh, sitting in the tub, his hair greased back, smiling like a maniac.
te can’t help but burst out laughing, only making the baby cry more.
“Stephie, shut the hell up!” Josh says from the tub.
“Josh!” te scold. te glare at Dally.
“It wasn’t me!” Dally says.
“Yeah right.” te say, rolling your eyes.
“In my opinion, we are the greatest babysitters ever.” Dally said, smiling.
“Hey,” Dally whispers in your ear.
“Hey,”you whisper back.
“You’re parents home?”
“Yeah, they’re asleep.”
“So nothing fun?”
“Dally, te pig.” te laugh.
“Nah, I Amore just cuddling with you.” He says, snuggling closer to your body.
You’re silent for awhile, feeling the heat of his body.
“I Amore you.” te whisper.
“Not as much as I Amore you.” He squeezes you.
“Are te crying?” te ask as he walks in.
“No.” He mutters, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.
“Yes te are, te big softie,” Ponyboy grins.
“Is she all ok?” Soda asks, still sniffling.
“Yes, she’s in perfect condition.” The doctor grins. ” 6 pounds, 9 ounces. te want to hold her?” He asks Soda.
Soda just nods his head. The doctor hands him the baby.
(OK INSERT SODA BABY IMAGINE HERE TO GET SODA FEELINGS)
Soda just smiles.
“Hey, Grace.” He says softly. “Hey.”
“She looks like you.” Ponyboy says to te as he looks over Soda’s shoulder at his niece.
“Pretty, just like her mom.” Soda glances at you.
I had it all ready.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.