toi two spent the rest of the jour together. "I have to go home" poney a dit standing up. "Okay" toi a dit and stood up with him. toi walked him to the door and opened it. He hugged toi tight not wanting to let go. toi hugged him back the same way. "Bye babe" he a dit and walked away. "Bye" toi a dit shutting the door. toi walked back up stairs. toi sat down on the canapé and thought about the clothes toi had on. Your P.o.V Why did I have these clothes? Would my parents tell me if I was a true Soc.? toi thought about if they would. I don't think they would. Is it even possible to do that? Back to normal All these thoughts ran threw your head. The door opened as toi still thought about the questions. It was your mom walked to the kitchen. "Hi honey" she a dit and smiled at you. "Hi" toi mumbled. She came back into the living room and looked at you. "What's the matter?" "Nothing" toi said. "Where'd toi get the clothes" she a dit and smiled. "In my closet. Which is weird cause I don't dress in these clothes. Cause I'm a greaser. Don't ya think that's weird" toi said. "No not at all" your mom said. toi rolled your eyes. The suivant morning toi woke up to your mom sining. toi walked into the cuisine as she was dressed in a dress and some highheels.
Darry’s Perspective
I never got to hold her.
We had tried so hard, and when (Y/N) finally got pregnant, it was like a miracle almost.
I should have known it was too good to be true.
I felt her kick; three times. And that was it.
I talked to her all the time.
And those five precious months was all I got with her.
And so here I sit, against the mur of the kitchen, bière in hand.
Five months.