te looked around to find the teacher. She was at the front of he class room. "Um. I got sent in here cause I got into trouble" te detto standing at the door. "Okay te can go sit at the back of the room" she detto pointing to a desk. te walked back there as Ponyboy was back there. Fuck te thought to yourself. te looked at him and smiled. He smiled back as te got butterfly's in your stomach. te sat down as te wrote. Only cause the teacher was making te write about what te did. After class te walked back to your classroom to return the paper. te walked back out and to your locker to get your stuff. te walked out of the school. te walked alone cause your Friends left you. te looked down at the ground. Someone knocked into you. te looked up to see it was Ponyboy. "Sorry my.... Friend pushed me into you" he said. te looked at Two-but who was laughing. "It's fine" te said. "Okay are te sure?" "Yeah it's totally okay" te detto as te looked into his perfect green eyes. "Okay sorry again" he detto and walked away.
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.
