toi had been watching re-runs of Mickey souris in your room, wishing toi could see your boyfriend, Two-Bit, but you’re grounded. toi slipped off your jean shorts and started looking for something of Two-Bit’s that toi could wear. As toi chercher for his favori hoodie, toi hear a knock on your window. toi look and see your favori greaser guy standing there. toi slide open the window and he kisses toi before toi could say something. toi pulled away from him and whispered, “What are toi doing here? toi know I’m grounded!” He climbed into your purple room and wrapped his arms around you, “I couldn’t go another minute without seeing my little Miney Mouse.” toi sat back down on your lit and Two-Bit lied down suivant to you. He began brushing his fingers through toi hair, “You know what we haven’t done in a long time…” toi turned around quickly, “Keith, we aint doing it right now!” toi whisper-shouted, “We can’t, not with my mom sleeping suivant to my room.” “Awe c’mon.” He a dit pulling toi close to him. He sucked on my neck and I giggled trying to pull him off of me. “Two-Bit stop!” toi paused after detaching him from your neck, “Did toi bring your car here?” toi ask him. His face lights up, “Yeah! Let’s go!” toi shush him, “Shut up! Okay, but a quick one. Let me grab some shorts.” He laughed, “I’m just gonna take them off of ya anyways.” toi laughed at him and hopped out the window. Good thing it’s a one-story house, toi can sneak out so much easier. toi guys run to his car, laughing and holding hands. He opens the door and toi lay down on the back seat. He gets on haut, retour au début of toi then slams the door behind him, “Now where were we?” He questioned but toi interrupted him par pulling down his collier and roughly s’embrasser him. He already stuck his hand down your underwear, rubbing your slits. Your spine curled as he hit your G-spot. toi could feel him laughing as he kissed you. toi pushed away from him, “Why are toi laughing?” toi asked him, “Were doing it in my car.” He giggled. toi just smiled and pulled him back to your face. Even though toi guys were having sex, toi two still made jokes. toi undid his ceinture and pushed down his pants probably to his knees ou so. He pulled his hands away from your underwear and slipped it under toi shirt, cupping your breast. The Kiss was getting sloppier, but toi didn’t care. toi ran your fingers through his sandy brown greaser hair. He removed his lips from yours and pulled his hand out of your shirt, “And now for the best part.” toi laughed at him, but toi loved the way he could joke around with anything. He slid down your panties and pushed his length into you. toi moaned as toi through your head back and bit your lip. He pressed his hand down against the seat, hovering his face over yours. He pushed in and out, toi moaned, “Faster, babe… Faster!” He did as toi commanded. toi dug your nails into his back; Two-Bit cringed but kept pumping inside you. In and out, up and down, he continued to push. He yelled, “AWE FUCK!” and he climaxed at the same time as toi did. He leaned his head down and breathed heavily. toi pulled up his chin, and looked him straight into his big tired eyes, “I l’amour toi so much Two-Bit.” He kissed toi softly, then looked around at his car, “Man, we sure did fog up the windows.”
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?”