“Ok, Joey, this is what toi gotta do. toi déplacer the gear into drive right? Because that’s what toi gotta do; drive. And toi lightly put your feet on the gas. Lightly. Unless you’re racing but toi shouldn’t do that… But if toi do I won’t tell your mother. Anyways , feet lightly on the gas, and toi see, toi déplacer forward. I’m not even touching the wheel. toi don’t want to have a death grip on the wheel, that’s bad. So when toi want to turn, toi gotta line up your mirrors with the corner you’re turning at, like this. And then toi turn the wheel, and straighten it back out… Ok now at this corner toi do the same thing, but toi just gotta watch for traffic.” par this time we had made our way around the block. “You think toi got it bud?” I ask Joey.
“Steven Randel, what do toi think you’re doing?” My wife (Y/N) yells from the front lawn.
“Teaching Joey how to drive.” I shrug.
“You’re teaching our six an old how to drive?” I look at Joey in the passenger seat, grinning like mad.
“Yeah.” I answer. “It’s a life skill.”
“Steven Randel, what do toi think you’re doing?” My wife (Y/N) yells from the front lawn.
“Teaching Joey how to drive.” I shrug.
“You’re teaching our six an old how to drive?” I look at Joey in the passenger seat, grinning like mad.
“Yeah.” I answer. “It’s a life skill.”
“Johnny.” toi shake him. “Johnny.
He mumbles, half asleep. “What? It’s 2 in the morning.”
“I want some tacos. With bacon. And maybe some chocolat sauce.”
“What the hell.” He laughs. “What does this baby like to eat?”
“Apparently tacos with bacon and chocolat sauce.” toi say.
“Well, I’ll go make the baby some tacos.” He says, getting out of the lit in his boxers.
“Don’t forget the chocolat sauce!” toi yell after him as toi rub your belly.
toi complain to your best friend as she literally drags toi towards the Dingo.
“C’mon (Y/N), it’ll be fun! Two-Bit’s got a friend for you!” Cathy raises her eyebrows.
“Maybe I don’t want a friend,” toi mutter, then stop.
Standing suivant to Two-Bit was the hottest guy toi had ever seen.
Maybe toi did want a friend.
Cathy goes over and hugs Two-Bit, where toi just stare at the boy and he stares back at you.
“I’m Dally,” he says, sticking out his hand.
toi take it. “(Y/N).” toi smile.
“It’s pretty,” he smiles. But then he erases the expression off his face. “I mean, it’s tuff babe.”
“You don’t need to act all tough around me, I know your cool.” toi grin.
“You really think so?” He asks.
“Yeah… You’re pretty cute too.” toi smile.
“Well, I know that.” He smiles. “But you’re cuter.”
“Maybe we should ditch this movie.”