आप two spent the rest of the दिन together. "I have to go home" टट्टू कहा standing up. "Okay" आप कहा and stood up with him. आप walked him to the door and opened it. He hugged आप tight not wanting to let go. आप hugged him back the same way. "Bye babe" he कहा and walked away. "Bye" आप कहा shutting the door. आप walked back up stairs. आप sat down on the सोफ़ा, सोफे and thought about the clothes आप had on. Your P.o.V Why did I have these clothes? Would my parents tell me if I was a true Soc.? आप thought about if they would. I don't think they would. Is it even possible to do that? Back to normal All these thoughts ran threw your head. The door opened as आप still thought about the questions. It was your mom walked to the kitchen. "Hi honey" she कहा and smiled at you. "Hi" आप mumbled. She came back into the living room and looked at you. "What's the matter?" "Nothing" आप said. "Where'd आप get the clothes" she कहा and smiled. "In my closet. Which is weird cause I don't dress in these clothes. Cause I'm a greaser. Don't ya think that's weird" आप said. "No not at all" your mom said. आप rolled your eyes. The अगला morning आप woke up to your mom sining. आप walked into the रसोई, रसोईघर as she was dressed in a dress and some highheels.
Steve was great babysitter; holding the baby in one hand, a बीयर, बियर in the other, watching a football game.
“You see Grace, that’s a first down. We’re doing good.” He says, pointing at the screen.
“It’s not like she’s going to like football.” आप say as आप hand him the bottle.
“Nah, Grace is gonna be the first girl quarterback, aren’t आप Grace?” Your boyfriend says, giving her a gentle squeeze.
आप smile as आप lean against the door frame, looking at your boyfriend.
He smiles up at you. “When can we get one?”
“Get one?” आप laugh.