I ragazzi della 56ª strada

te had been watching re-runs of Mickey topo, mouse in your room, wishing te could see your boyfriend, Two-Bit, but you’re grounded. te slipped off your jean shorts and started looking for something of Two-Bit’s that te could wear. As te cerca for his preferito hoodie, te hear a knock on your window. te look and see your preferito greaser guy standing there. te slide open the window and he kisses te before te could say something. te pulled away from him and whispered, “What are te doing here? te know I’m grounded!” He climbed into your purple room and wrapped his arms around...

"STOP!" te cried. Tears drenched your cheeks as a Soc held te back. te tried and tried and tried to pull away from him, but te couldn't. Three other Socs were kicking and hitting Two-Bit. He was trying to fight back, but the was on the pavement and had no defense. te fell to your knees when the Socs stopped kicking him. te knew be was out. The Soc who was holding te back kicked your side, laughed and shoved your face I to the ground. It hurt, but te didn't care. te used all your strength to crawl over to him. te shook him and got no response. te hugged him tight and practically yelled,...

I’m smiling again.

There they are. Y/N, Danny and I are sitting on the divano all together, watching football.

“Daddy, my preferito team is the Bears.” Danny smiles.

“The Bears?” I ask. “Why? They’re all the way in Chicago, bud.”

“Because,” he rolls his eyes. “They’re bears. Bears are tough.”

“Why don’t te like the Cowboys, like the rest of us do?” Y/N asks Danny.

“Because if a cowboy and a orso got into a fight, who would win?” He asks. I chuckle at his little kid logic. “Obviously the orso would win.”

“What makes te think that?”

“Trust me, daddy. Bears...

“Where is Soda?” te scream from your hospital bed.

Two-Bit had driven te to the hospital, because no one could get a hold of Soda. te were in extreme pain now. Each contraction hit te like a thousand swords.

“It’s too late to give her any medication,” one of the nurses whisper.

You see Ponyboy’s face go white. “No medication? Oh god. This will be great.” He says, eyes wide.

Another contraction hits. te wince.

“Well it looks like we are having a baby the old fashioned way.” The doctor said.

“Oh no. No no no. Give me the drugs. Give me the drugs.” te thought.

Another contraction...