당신 woke up 다음 to 당신 boyfriend Dally. 당신 fell asleep 의해 him last night. 당신 two had thrown a party last night for your 프렌즈 birthday. 당신 walked down stairs to make breakfast. 당신 were making eggs as 당신 felt something around your waist. "Hey baby" Dally said and put his head on your back. "Hey Dal" 당신 said. He walked to the 부엌, 주방 표, 테이블 and waited for the breakfast. 당신 put it on the 표, 테이블 and watched Dally eat it. 당신 sat down and ate with him. After 당신 ate 당신 did the dishes cause 당신 knew Dally wasn't going to. "Hey babe what do 당신 want to do today?" "I don't know" 당신 said and turned around and looked at him. He put his arms on both sides of 당신 and put his forehead against yours. "We could have some fun in the bedroom if ya know what I mean" he said and kissed you. "No Dal" 당신 said and pushed him away. "Babe" he said as 당신 walked away and he grabbed your hand. "Dal 당신 know I'm way younger than you" 당신 said. "So" he said and shrugged his shoulders. "You know I hate to think about it" 당신 said and crossed your arms. "Please just this once?" 당신 hesitated before answering. "Fine Dal just this once" 당신 said as he picked 당신 up and carried 당신 to his room. That 일 the two of 당신 didn't come out of his room for a long time.
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 당신 and Mom meet?” The 12 년 old asked.
“I bet it was an epic 사랑 story.” Eight 년 old Rhett says sarcastically.
“Was Mommy pretty when 당신 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 당신 a lot.” (Y/N) grinned from the doorway.
Seventeen.
Seventeen bottles of 맥주 I have drunk in the past 37 minutes.
Seventeen.
I pick up number eighteen, twist the 캡, 모자 off, and pour it down my throat. It’s tasteless.
I lean my head back against the 벽 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 사랑 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 사랑 you.” I blurt out.
She looks surprised for a second. But then she grins.
“I 사랑 당신 too.”
“This was my mom’s,” he mutters. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will 당신 marry me?”