All the Greasers

“I want to.” toi say.

“I do to, but…” Dally starts.

“But what?” toi ask. toi were lying on the lit suivant to him.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“We’ll it won’t hurt that bad…”

“No… I mean I don’t want to hurt toi hurt you.”

“What do toi mean?”

He pauses, and rolls on his side to look toi in the eye. “I l’amour you. You’re the first girl I’ve actually loved. When I’m around toi you, it’s like my world has so much plus meaning. So toi know… If we bang, there going to be so much plus emotional. It’s wont just be having sex… It will be making love. And...

CHAPTER 8
The suivant few days were good Ponyboy and I would sneek off to Kiss and to l’amour on eachother.If anyone saw us they never a dit anything,to us ou Darry.I injoyed being with Ponyboy he makes me feel sûr, sans danger and loved and wanted.
One jour while Ponyboy and I were sitting on the canapé talking Darry came in and looked at us."Why do toi to think that toi have to sneek around to be together.We all know that toi to are dating."Darry and going to the bedroom smiling becaues he knows that he realy embarsses us.We looked at eachother and smiled to Darry was a nut.
The gang agreed to it to they thought...

“Ponyboy, why are toi so-“

“I don’t like the way he looked at you.” He says as he puts his wallet in the nightstand.

You had gone out to bar, just to have a good time on a Friday night. toi saw an old friend from your hometown and got to talking. toi didn’t think anything really happened.

“Ponyboy, nothing-”

“You know what he was thinking. I mean, in that dress…” He says, eyes going over you. toi were wearing a tight black mini dress and heels.

“I don’t look that-“

“Yes toi do. toi look beautiful… And I know it’s wrong but fucking sexy.” He says, looking toi dead...

toi were at the dingo sitting par yourself drinking a coca when all of a sudden someone covers your eyes and says, "Guess who?" The dark voice sounds familiar but your mouth won't let toi say it. "Umm who?" toi respond. Then Dally takes his hands away and swings around and sits suivant to toi and grins. "Hey Dally," "Hey tonight at my house at 9, ok?" toi laugh and nod ok, Dally hugs toi then takes your coke. It's almost 9 when toi reach his house and toi see him sitting on his steps. "You could have waited inside Dal." "Well, it's nice out, and besides I wanted to see toi walk here." toi two were...

I heard the knock two times, and figured that it was just the wind, making a arbre branch blow and hit my window. I flipped through the channels, and turned on My Cousin Vinny. As the knocking grew faster, I knew that it wasn't the wind. I got myself out of bed, and threw the remote on my pillow. I walked over to the window, and pulled on the small, rusty latch. When I finally managed to pull the latch out, I slowly opened my window. "Two-Bit?" I asked in a confused voice. I was kneeling par the window, and my room was on the first floor, so Two-Bit and I were eye-level. I looked at Two-Bit's...

You're so ugly." toi a dit to yourself as toi looked in the mirror. toi spat plus and plus insults at yourself until a throat was cleared. In that moment your swear your cœur, coeur just stopped as toi turned and saw Johnny. "Baby...." He a dit quietly as he walked up to you. He grabbed your hands and held them tightly, so toi wouldn't pull away. He knew toi try to walk past him like toi always did when toi didn't want to talk about something. "Is that how toi really feel?" He asked. He sounded so hurt. Your eyes stung from rising tears. toi didn't say a word, but toi managed a nod. "Why?" He asked....

“We’re here,” He says, putting the car in park.

“Ponyboy this is just an abandoned lot in the middle of nowhere.” toi say confused.

“I know. Perfect rendez-vous amoureux, date spot.” He grins.

“I don’t get it,” toi say, clueless.

“I actually got a license and my brother’s old car, so I figured we’d go somewhere.” He shrugs.

“But what are we supposed to do?” toi asks confused.

“The backseat?” He raises his eyebrows, Biting his lip.

“Oh,” toi say, it finally clicking. toi unbuckle your seatbelt, moving over to straddle him. “This is going to be a fun date.” toi wickedly grin.

And...

Your eye catches something in your husbands wallet. toi were looking for a twenty to borrow for the grocery.

You pull out the receipt, baby kicking in your belly.

“Hey, baby number five, I’m trying to concentrate.” toi tell your baby.

‘Tulsa Shooting Range’ it a dit on the top. The rendez-vous amoureux, date was for last Saturday, when Dally had a dit he was taking the boys out to play some football.

He took Johnny and Matt out shooting.

You knew Johnny would be fine, but Matt was only three.

“Dallas Winston!” toi shout through your house. “We need to talk!”

He walks into the kitchen. “What’s up babe?”...

“Mommy, what are we doing?” Johnny asks.

“We’re going to go see…someone.” toi say, not knowing what to call him at this point.

“Will I like them?” Johnny tugs on your arm.

You pause for a second. “Yeah.” toi finally answer. “You would’ve loved him.”

“Well that’s good.” He nods.

How little he knew how much this was killing you.

“So mommy, why are we at the cemetery? It’s spooky.”

“I told toi we’re going to go see someone.” toi say, making your way to his headstone.

“Oh,” Johnny whispers, realizing from your tone toi didn’t want any annoyance.

“Here.”...

“It sure is a pretty color,” he says, tugging your braid as he walks behind you.

“Yeah, it’s real pretty.” toi smile, continuing to paint the mur the light rose toi had picked out for the baby’s room.

He steps back from the wall, inspecting the progress. toi smiled at your husband, in his jeans, no shirt, and DX hat.

“This color would look pretty on you,” he grins.

You step back, taking a look at the wall. He comes behind you, arms wrapping around toi and your pregnant belly.

“You really think this color would look good on me?”

“Well, let’s see,” he smirks.

The suivant thing...

I wake up to the sound of laughter and quiet sound of rock’n’roll from the front seat.

I sit up, vision blurry, from where I was sleeping in the back seat.

And that’s when I see Steve and Y/N’s hands.

They’re both resting on the glovebox between the driver and passenger seats. They weren’t holding hands, but they were close, fingers were touching.

She kept smiling at him, at whatever he says. She glowed whenever he talked to her, and blushed appropriately at compliments.

She’d tease him, and I’d see him roll his eyes and the mirror, but I could tell he enjoyed it.

And that’s when...