toi sighed.
How were toi going to tell him toi got laid off?
Y’all needed money… toi had just bought a house, and money was short.
So of course toi had to lose your job.
toi walking into your house, and flop onto the couch. toi 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 toi sprawled on the couch.
“I got laid off.” toi mumble.
He’s silent for a second, taking this in. “I’ll pick up another shift.” He says.
“No, no.. toi don’t have to…” toi start.
“No.. I’d make plus money than toi would. It’s gonna be fine I promise.”
How were toi going to tell him toi got laid off?
Y’all needed money… toi had just bought a house, and money was short.
So of course toi had to lose your job.
toi walking into your house, and flop onto the couch. toi 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 toi sprawled on the couch.
“I got laid off.” toi mumble.
He’s silent for a second, taking this in. “I’ll pick up another shift.” He says.
“No, no.. toi don’t have to…” toi start.
“No.. I’d make plus money than toi would. It’s gonna be fine I promise.”
The Outsiders is all about two gangs.The greasers and the socs.In the book the greasers are located on the east side of town and the socs are located on the south side of town.Some of the greasers are Ponyboy,Johnny,Dally,Darry,Steve,Sodapop,and Kieth(aka Two-Bit).Some of the socs names are Randy,Bob,and Cherry.Even though some of us don't like them I still have to put them in.It is a really good movie and book.this book has happy parts and sad parts,but,we all just have to get through it together.Like when Johnny kills Bob.Thats a happy part.the sad parts are when Johnny and Dally die.well that is all about the outsiders to learn plus read the book and watch the movie.
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 toi and Mom meet?” The 12 an old asked.
“I bet it was an epic l’amour story.” Eight an old Rhett says sarcastically.
“Was Mommy pretty when toi 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 toi a lot.” (Y/N) grinned from the doorway.
Seventeen.
Seventeen bottles of bière I have drunk in the past 37 minutes.
Seventeen.
I pick up number eighteen, twist the casquette, cap off, and pour it down my throat. It’s tasteless.
I lean my head back against the mur 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.