आप sat at the तालिका, टेबल thinking about your dream how it seemed so real. आप heard your door open then close. आप heard footsteps. आप got up to see who it was it was Ruthie. "Hi Ruth" आप कहा and smiled. "Hi" she कहा and smiled back. "Why did आप come over?" "Cause I got bored and wanted to see you" she said. "Oh" आप said. "What's the matter? आप seem so down" she कहा as आप walked back into the kitchen. "Ruthie I might be a Soc." आप said. All your फ्रेंड्स were Soc.s. "It fine being a Soc. isn't that bad" she said. "How do आप know?" Ruthie wasnt like a normal Soc. she had something to her that wasnt really Soc. like. Not that आप didn't like your फ्रेंड्स they just were so preppy. "I used to be a greaser for a long time" she कहा and before she कहा it she hesitated. "What?" आप looked at her confused. "I used to be a greaser. Then my dad got a knew job and we moved to the richer part of town" she said. आप didn't know what to say. "It was really hard to let the greaser part of me go. But I knew I had to" she कहा and looked at you.
How were आप going to tell him आप got laid off?
Y’all needed money… आप had just bought a house, and money was short.
So of course आप had to lose your job.
आप walking into your house, and flop onto the couch. आप 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 आप sprawled on the couch.
“I got laid off.” आप mumble.
He’s silent for a second, taking this in. “I’ll pick up another shift.” He says.
“No, no.. आप don’t have to…” आप start.
“No.. I’d make और money than आप would. It’s gonna be fine I promise.”
He picks up the naked two साल old and plops him into the bath. “There. Your in. Stay in.”
आप were holding baby Stephanie, who would not stop crying. Why did आप and Dally even agree to watch Johnny’s kids? This wasn’t a great experience.
“Hey, (Y/N), look at this,” Dally grins.
आप look in the bathroom to see Josh, sitting in the tub, his hair greased back, smiling like a maniac.
आप can’t help but burst out laughing, only making the baby cry more.
“Stephie, shut the hell up!” Josh says from the tub.
“Josh!” आप scold. आप glare at Dally.
“It wasn’t me!” Dally says.
“Yeah right.” आप 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, आप pig.” आप laugh.
“Nah, I प्यार just cuddling with you.” He says, snuggling closer to your body.
You’re silent for awhile, feeling the heat of his body.
“I प्यार you.” आप whisper.
“Not as much as I प्यार you.” He squeezes you.
“Are आप crying?” आप ask as he walks in.
“No.” He mutters, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.
“Yes आप are, आप 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. आप 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 आप 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.
“Oh?” आप ask.
“Yeah… Uh आप know.” He shrugs.
“I don’t know,” आप laugh.
“You’ll see,” he grins.
आप walk into his room, and your jaw drops.
Your panties were all on his floor.
“Oh my god Dally!” आप say.
“You obviously didn’t get the message.” He says laughing.
आप look closer at the piles of your underwear. It spells out “PROM?”
“Oh my god,” आप laugh.
“Is that a yes?” He grins.
“Yes!” आप say still laughing.
“I just need आप to help me out with something…”
“What?” आप ask.
“I’m missing the dot under the सवाल mark…”