You knew that voice anywhere. That laugh.
You started walking towards him, your nerves coming through. “What if he doesn’t remember me?” You thought. But he couldn’t. You used to be best friends.
You walk up behind him, he was talking to that Johnny kid that you sometimes hung out with. He was also with Two-Bit.
“Still trying to grease that hair, hood?” You laugh from behind him.
He whirls around. “(Y/N)?”
You smile at him. He runs toward you a scoops you up into a big bear hug.
“Oh my god I missed you.” He muttered as he set you down, and began stroking your hair. Well that was… Different.
“Missed you too.” You squeezed him.
“Well look at what we’ve got here… Damn you were like, nine the last time we saw you? Hey Ponyboy…She’s really uh ‘grown up’, hasn’t she?” Two-Bit laughs.
“Shut up,” Ponyboy mutters. But he was looking at you.
And you locked eyes.
Ad everything changed.
You started walking towards him, your nerves coming through. “What if he doesn’t remember me?” You thought. But he couldn’t. You used to be best friends.
You walk up behind him, he was talking to that Johnny kid that you sometimes hung out with. He was also with Two-Bit.
“Still trying to grease that hair, hood?” You laugh from behind him.
He whirls around. “(Y/N)?”
You smile at him. He runs toward you a scoops you up into a big bear hug.
“Oh my god I missed you.” He muttered as he set you down, and began stroking your hair. Well that was… Different.
“Missed you too.” You squeezed him.
“Well look at what we’ve got here… Damn you were like, nine the last time we saw you? Hey Ponyboy…She’s really uh ‘grown up’, hasn’t she?” Two-Bit laughs.
“Shut up,” Ponyboy mutters. But he was looking at you.
And you locked eyes.
Ad everything changed.
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Darry and Dally looked at (Y/N) from the couch. She was talking with Soda on the front porch, smiling, laughing at what he said. They both thought you had a beautiful laugh, and that you were completely adorable.
Darry was jealous of Soda, he thought he could take better care of you, provide a better life.
Dally thought he could protect you more, and love you better.
Their hearts both broke as Soda leaned down to kiss you.
Darry and Dally looked at (Y/N) from the couch. She was talking with Soda on the front porch, smiling, laughing at what he said. They both thought you had a beautiful laugh, and that you were completely adorable.
Darry was jealous of Soda, he thought he could take better care of you, provide a better life.
Dally thought he could protect you more, and love you better.
Their hearts both broke as Soda leaned down to kiss you.
You groan and turn over. You had the flu. You were really sore,tired, and cold. You thought nothing could make you feel better.
“Hey, (Y/N), you hungry?” Your boyfriend Soda asks from the doorway.
You shake your head. “I’m just cold.” You sniffle.
“Well that can be fixed.” He says smiling.
He gets onto the bed, and snuggles close to you, and puts all the blankets on top of you.
“Soda, you’re gonna get sick and…”
“I don’t care… All I care about is you, and that you’re gonna feel better.”
The cars zoomed by.
“This makes me so nervous.” you say.
“Why?” Soda asks, smiling.
“What if the cars blow up, and we die? Or what if they crash? Or-“
“Hey it’s going to be fine,” He interrupts you. “Have some popcorn.”
“But what if I’m eating popcorn and the cars blow up and we die?”
“Then I’ll blow up and die eating popcorn with the girl I love.”
And he kisses you on the lips.
“Darry, how do you feel about kids?” You ask.
“About having kids?” He asked. You were nervous.
“Yeah.”
“I’ve never told anyone this really… But it’s been my goal in life to be a better father figure than I ever was to Soda or Ponyboy… I thought I did a good job, but I know I could’ve done better.” He scratches his neck. “So yeah I’d want to have kids.”
“Well that’s good.” You smile.
“Why?” He asks. “You aren’t…” He starts, but then looks at you. “You are aren’t you?” His smile lights up the whole room.
You nod your head. He picks you up in a big bear hug.
“Daddy, do I look ok?” Grace asks. I put down my newspaper to look at my 15 year old daughter. Wow.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” It pained me to see her going on her first date. But I was smiling.
“I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise.”
I grin. Exactly what her mother said to her dad on our first date.
“I know.” I manage to say. “You’re a good kid.”
“Not like Faith,” Grace grins. Oh my Faith. Nine years old and already had a “boyfriend”. She was completely hilarious.
“Not like Faith.” I smile.
I get up off the couch to give her a hug.
“I love you Daddy.”
“Love you too, sweetheart.”
“You’re still going to be the first boy I fell in love with.”
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Darry’s P.O.V
“Daddy?” Danny asks from the back seat. He was six now, and Olivia was one.
“What happened to your mommy and daddy?” He asks.
I don’t answer for a minute, just keep driving. What do I say?
“My mommy and daddy are hanging out in heaven.” Is all I can think of to say.
“They’re partying with Jesus?” Danny asks. “That’s cool!”
“Yeah, bud,” I smile. “Partying with Jesus.”
“Yes I do.” She says in that you’ve-told-me-a-million-times voice.
“Ok… Well are you sure you want to do this?” I ask nervously.
“I’m positive.” She says as she gives me a quick kiss on the lips.
“I swear, if you hurt yourself…” I shake my head.
The motorcycle starts, and goes forward. Instead of going with the motorcycle., she flips off backwards from it.
I immediately rush to (Y/N).
“Oh my god, (Y/N), are you ok? Are you hurt? Where are you hurt?” I say, head spinning. If she’s hurt badly I’ll just…
“Dally I’m fine.. The motorcycle-“
“Steve can fix the motorcycle. Are you ok? Where are you hurt? Do we need to go to the hospital?”
“Dally I’m fine!” She laughs.
“You worry me,” I say, as I scoop her into a hug.