“I thought you said you didn’t like little kids.”
“Yeah, but our little kids are different.” He mutters, stroking your hair.
“Ten kids is a lot, I’ll be so fat.” You laugh.
“You could never be fat.” He says seriously. “You’re almost to skinny now.” He looks you up and down. “But you’re perfect.” He smiles.
“How about six?” You ask.
“Nine.”
“Seven.”
“Fine seven,” he says, rolling his eyes. “Just so you know, I come from a family of twins… So we’ll probably have lots of twins… So our 7 will turn into 14.” He laughs.
“I cannot have 14 children,” you say laughing. You kiss him on the cheek.
Two-Bit walks in. “Well if you’re going to have 14 children, better start now, because you can’t be having kids when your like 50 that’s just nasty.” He laughs.
“Out!” Dally says.
“But y’all are so cute to watch!”
“Out!”
I chuckle. I was sitting outside of the community college on the steps, waiting for Soda to come pick me up. He was late; as usual.
“Yes. I it’s quite refreshing actually.” I tell (Y/N), looking up at the rain.
“Cleanses the mind?” She laughs, sitting down next to me.
“Your hair is gonna get all wet.”
“I don’t care.” She shrugs.
“I thought girls cared about their hair. Especially girls with pretty hair.”
“You really think I have pretty hair?” She laughs.
“Yeah I do.” I grin.
“You don’t seem like the type to be all cute.”
“Well, maybe I like you that much to be that type.” I grin.
“Really?” She grins, tilting her head to the side.
“Really.” I smile, leaning in as the sparks fly.
