I fell down on my knees as my sister continued to kick and cuss at me. I had accidentally dropped a plate and my sister was furious. I tried to run away, but she grabbed me द्वारा my hoodie and swung me across the floor. At this point, enough was enough. Thank God she swung me near the door. I ran out the door as fast as I could until I was far away from my house. My parents had died when my sister turned 18, so she was my legal guardian. I ended up going to my प्रिय oak पेड़ with a झूला, स्विंग attached to it. As I sat on the swing, the sun shined and I felt the warmth on my face as I closed my eyes. It felt really good.
"Enjoying the sun, huh?" कहा this voice. I opened my eyes and there stood this handsome, green, and gray-eyed boy with a smile on his face.
"Oh- yeah, I guess," I कहा a little nervous.
आप turned around to get a better look at the boy and his face went from a happy one to a concerned look.
"What happened to your face if आप don't mind answering," he कहा a little mad and sad.
"Umm... my... my sister hit me for breaking a plate," आप कहा rubbing your stomach and starting to cry.
I could tell this boy was very angry. He looked like he wanted to पंच something, but he took a deep breath in and calmed down. Once he realized I saw crying, he crouched down and wiped off my tears.
"He everything is gonna be alright," he कहा calmly stroking my hair. "Don't cry, I don't like it when girls cry"
आप wiped the rest of your tears and asked, "What's your name?"
"Ponyboy. Ponyboy Curtis" he कहा sounding confident as if he really liked saying his name out loud.
"Ponyboy," आप whispered to yourself. "I like that name," आप कहा with a smile. "I'm Sarah".
"I like that name," Ponyboy कहा with a smile.
There was suddenly an awkward silence. Ponyboy and I were just staring at each other, smiling. Then Ponyboy broke the silence and said,
"So, Sarah, are आप ok now?" he asked slowly.
"Yeah, I'm fine now," I responded. I then sat back on the झूला, स्विंग and the sun was setting. A nice pretty purple, blue, and गुलाबी sunset filled the sky. I looked over a Ponyboy whose eyes lit up when he saw the sunset.
"Wow that's sure pretty," he कहा excitedly. Then turned to me and asked, "have आप ever watched a sunset, Sarah?"
I've never watched a sunset, but I have most certainly seen one. The one I've seen was a beautiful गुलाबी and blue with the warm sun with was and dark yellow. It was beautiful.
"I've never watched a sunset, but I've seen a few," I कहा back to Ponyboy whose eyes were glued to the sunset. I figured I'd try watching the sunset too. As I was observing all the wonderful रंग of the sunset, Ponyboy mumbled,
"Wow, she really pretty,"
"Yeah, she sure is," I कहा back to him without looking. Then I turned my head to face him and he was looking at me and chuckled.
"I wasn't talking about the sunset, I was talking about you," he कहा with a smile on his face and planted a soft किस on my lips. I started blushing uncontrollably as we both continued watching the sunset.
"Enjoying the sun, huh?" कहा this voice. I opened my eyes and there stood this handsome, green, and gray-eyed boy with a smile on his face.
"Oh- yeah, I guess," I कहा a little nervous.
आप turned around to get a better look at the boy and his face went from a happy one to a concerned look.
"What happened to your face if आप don't mind answering," he कहा a little mad and sad.
"Umm... my... my sister hit me for breaking a plate," आप कहा rubbing your stomach and starting to cry.
I could tell this boy was very angry. He looked like he wanted to पंच something, but he took a deep breath in and calmed down. Once he realized I saw crying, he crouched down and wiped off my tears.
"He everything is gonna be alright," he कहा calmly stroking my hair. "Don't cry, I don't like it when girls cry"
आप wiped the rest of your tears and asked, "What's your name?"
"Ponyboy. Ponyboy Curtis" he कहा sounding confident as if he really liked saying his name out loud.
"Ponyboy," आप whispered to yourself. "I like that name," आप कहा with a smile. "I'm Sarah".
"I like that name," Ponyboy कहा with a smile.
There was suddenly an awkward silence. Ponyboy and I were just staring at each other, smiling. Then Ponyboy broke the silence and said,
"So, Sarah, are आप ok now?" he asked slowly.
"Yeah, I'm fine now," I responded. I then sat back on the झूला, स्विंग and the sun was setting. A nice pretty purple, blue, and गुलाबी sunset filled the sky. I looked over a Ponyboy whose eyes lit up when he saw the sunset.
"Wow that's sure pretty," he कहा excitedly. Then turned to me and asked, "have आप ever watched a sunset, Sarah?"
I've never watched a sunset, but I have most certainly seen one. The one I've seen was a beautiful गुलाबी and blue with the warm sun with was and dark yellow. It was beautiful.
"I've never watched a sunset, but I've seen a few," I कहा back to Ponyboy whose eyes were glued to the sunset. I figured I'd try watching the sunset too. As I was observing all the wonderful रंग of the sunset, Ponyboy mumbled,
"Wow, she really pretty,"
"Yeah, she sure is," I कहा back to him without looking. Then I turned my head to face him and he was looking at me and chuckled.
"I wasn't talking about the sunset, I was talking about you," he कहा with a smile on his face and planted a soft किस on my lips. I started blushing uncontrollably as we both continued watching the sunset.
Ponyboy’s Perspective
“Dad?”
“Yeah, Scar?” I say, looking away from the football game I was watching. I was holding Ella, she was 4 months old now.
“How did आप and Mom meet?” The 12 साल old asked.
“I bet it was an epic प्यार story.” Eight साल old Rhett says sarcastically.
“Was Mommy pretty when आप met her?” Charlie, who was five now, asked.
“The prettiest girl I’d ever seen.” I smiled down at him. “Until Scar and Ella came along. Now I know the three prettiest girls in the world. Anyways, there’s not much to tell. I saw her one day, and I fell in love. I thought she didn’t like me…”
“Nah, I like आप a lot.” (Y/N) grinned from the doorway.
Seventeen.
Seventeen bottles of बीयर, बियर I have drunk in the past 37 minutes.
Seventeen.
I pick up number eighteen, twist the टोपी off, and pour it down my throat. It’s tasteless.
I lean my head back against the दीवार from where I sit on the floor of my basement.
I see a football. Danny’s football. It used to be Danny’s football. Now it’s just some football my son used to hold, used to play with. It probably smelled like him. Part of me wanted to go pick it up, the other part of me didn’t wanted to be reminded of the last time we played football together.
I pick up number nineteen, and out of the corner of my eye see (Y/N)’s old dolls, something we thought we could use for our little girl someday.
But that’s not going to happen.
I know what happened. I saw their mangled, bruised, broken, dead bodies after their accident.
I pick up number twenty.
Oh God how was I going to say this.
The rest of my life depended on this.
She was just perfect. In every way possible. She was beautiful. Kind. Sweet. Funny. Understanding. Just (Y/N).
And I needed to tell her.
Tell her how much I needed her, wanted her, and had to have her. It was a feeling beyond comprehension. It was love.
I needed to tell her I loved her.
So here I am, sitting in the lot, looking at the stars with (Y/N). Doing something I प्यार with the one I love.
I look over at her, her eyes gleaming from the light of the fire.
“(Y/N)?” I ask as I grab her hand.
“Yeah?” She turns to face me.
“I-I think…” I start.
“Just say it,” she smiles.
“I प्यार you.” I blurt out.
She looks surprised for a second. But then she grins.
“I प्यार आप too.”
“This was my mom’s,” he mutters. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will आप marry me?”