I was on my way accueil from the Dingo, and it was starting to get dark. Usually, I wouldn't walk accueil par myself when it's dark out, but I only lived a few blocks away. It was a cold November night, and I shivered a little when the fall breeze blew past me. There were leaves rustling around on the ground, and they looked like mini tornadoes the way the swirled in circles. As I was walking, I saw two headlights in front of me, and it appeared to be a red mustang. 'Socs' I a dit to myself. I began to get a bit nervous, because I have heard stories from Johnny about Greasers getting jumped par Socs. Johnny was also a Greaser and happened to be my best friend. We shared a few classes together, and he always told me about him wanting me to meet the 'Gang.' As the car slowly came closer, I turned around and started running through the field near the park. I ran faster when I heard the car door slam, and running footsteps behind me. I ran for what seemed like forever, until I was attacked from behind. "Thought you'd get away, huh?" A voice threatened into my ear. I recognized the voice, and knew that it was Bob, and he was drunk. Bob was the main Soc, and was also the one that jumped Johnny, leaving a scar across his face. He was sitting on haut, retour au début of me, and pulled out a blade. I struggled to get away, but it was no use. He took the blade, and dragged it across my cheek. I winced in pain, but promised myself that I wouldn't cry. "Let's have a little fun." He whispered seductively into my ear. He grabbed my chemise and tried to pull it off. "Never!" I said, and spat in his face. Anger grew across his face, and he grabbed my shoulders, and threw my back against the ground, making my head slam on the cold, hard street. I looked up, and my vision started getting blurrier par the second. I couldn't see Bob, but I did see someone else.
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.
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 l’amour 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 l’amour you.” I blurt out.
She looks surprised for a second. But then she grins.
“I l’amour toi too.”
“This was my mom’s,” he mutters. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will toi marry me?”