One day you are walking to the park to the fountain you love. You decided to leave the house because your parents got into an argument. You hate when your parents fight. When you arrive at the park, you see this boy crying by the fountain. He was very good-looking. He was a greaser with black greasy hair and tan skin. He had a ripped-up jean jacket with ripped jean pants. You walk up to him.
"Hey, are you ok?" you ask.
He looks up at you with a sad look.
"I- I'm fine," he says as he wipes his eyes.
You notice he has a few bruises on his face and a scar on his left cheek. As you sat down, he raised his head from his arms and looked at you. You saw his eyes and they were a very dark brown. So dark that they were almost black.
"Why are you crying?" you ask him nervously.
"Uh- I just- got beat up by my parents and a few Socs," he said sniffling.
You know these guys. They are the rich kids that live on the Southside of town. They were always picking a fight with kids, especially greasers. Suddenly you realize that you were angry. You felt the angry rise in your body. The boy sitting next to you seemed so harmless and innocent. He was very quiet and shy. You hate it when people hurt other people especially kids. I was so angry at the fact that his parents would do such things to him.
"What's your name?" you ask trying to stay calm.
"Johnny," he said while looking at you.
"What's yours?"
"I'm (y/n)"
"C'mon it'll be ok," you say trying to help Johnny up.
As you both were on your feet, you ask Johnny,
"How did you get your scar?"
"Uh- I was jumped a few months ago and the guy had a few rings," Johnny says while rubbing his scar gently.
You could feel the anger rise in you again but you took a deep breath in and out. Right, when I was gonna ask his age, he said,
"What a pretty girl like you walking by yourself around here?"
You could feel your cheeks turning red and you looked away.
"Umm- my parents were fighting. I don't like when they argue, so I just come here," you said looking at your feet.
Then Johnny took your hand unexpectedly and said,
"Don't worry I'll protect you" then he kissed you on your cheek.
"C'mon I want you to meet a few of my buddies," he said still holding your hand and staring deeply in your eyes with a smile on his face.
"Sure!" you said blushing uncontrollably. You could tell this was the start of a strong friendship. Or maybe it could be more.
"Hey, are you ok?" you ask.
He looks up at you with a sad look.
"I- I'm fine," he says as he wipes his eyes.
You notice he has a few bruises on his face and a scar on his left cheek. As you sat down, he raised his head from his arms and looked at you. You saw his eyes and they were a very dark brown. So dark that they were almost black.
"Why are you crying?" you ask him nervously.
"Uh- I just- got beat up by my parents and a few Socs," he said sniffling.
You know these guys. They are the rich kids that live on the Southside of town. They were always picking a fight with kids, especially greasers. Suddenly you realize that you were angry. You felt the angry rise in your body. The boy sitting next to you seemed so harmless and innocent. He was very quiet and shy. You hate it when people hurt other people especially kids. I was so angry at the fact that his parents would do such things to him.
"What's your name?" you ask trying to stay calm.
"Johnny," he said while looking at you.
"What's yours?"
"I'm (y/n)"
"C'mon it'll be ok," you say trying to help Johnny up.
As you both were on your feet, you ask Johnny,
"How did you get your scar?"
"Uh- I was jumped a few months ago and the guy had a few rings," Johnny says while rubbing his scar gently.
You could feel the anger rise in you again but you took a deep breath in and out. Right, when I was gonna ask his age, he said,
"What a pretty girl like you walking by yourself around here?"
You could feel your cheeks turning red and you looked away.
"Umm- my parents were fighting. I don't like when they argue, so I just come here," you said looking at your feet.
Then Johnny took your hand unexpectedly and said,
"Don't worry I'll protect you" then he kissed you on your cheek.
"C'mon I want you to meet a few of my buddies," he said still holding your hand and staring deeply in your eyes with a smile on his face.
"Sure!" you said blushing uncontrollably. You could tell this was the start of a strong friendship. Or maybe it could be more.
How were you going to tell him you got laid off?
Y’all needed money… You had just bought a house, and money was short.
So of course you had to lose your job.
You walking into your house, and flop onto the couch. You were pretty much done with all the stress.
Darry walked out of the bathroom, towel around his waist.
“What’s up babe?” He said, chuckling at the sight of you sprawled on the couch.
“I got laid off.” You mumble.
He’s silent for a second, taking this in. “I’ll pick up another shift.” He says.
“No, no.. You don’t have to…” You start.
“No.. I’d make more money than you would. It’s gonna be fine I promise.”
You turn around to see your boyfriend Steve grinning wildly, another snowball in hand.
“It’s so on,” you laugh, as you lean down to scoop the snow.
You are hit with another snowball, right in the shoulder. You fire back, hitting him in the face.
Instead of picking up snow to make another snowball, he sprints towards you.
And tackles you into the snow.
“Oww Steve!” You laughed.
“It was needed.” He joked back.
You were lying on your backs in the snow, looking up at the stars.
You start to shiver.
He looks over at you. “Babe, are you cold?”
“Yeah.” You nod your head, teeth chattering.
He scoots closer to you, and wraps his arms around you. “Warmer?”
“Yeah,” you smile.
He picks up the naked two year old and plops him into the bath. “There. Your in. Stay in.”
You were holding baby Stephanie, who would not stop crying. Why did you and Dally even agree to watch Johnny’s kids? This wasn’t a great experience.
“Hey, (Y/N), look at this,” Dally grins.
You look in the bathroom to see Josh, sitting in the tub, his hair greased back, smiling like a maniac.
You can’t help but burst out laughing, only making the baby cry more.
“Stephie, shut the hell up!” Josh says from the tub.
“Josh!” You scold. You glare at Dally.
“It wasn’t me!” Dally says.
“Yeah right.” You say, rolling your eyes.
“In my opinion, we are the greatest babysitters ever.” Dally said, smiling.
“Hey,” Dally whispers in your ear.
“Hey,”you whisper back.
“You’re parents home?”
“Yeah, they’re asleep.”
“So nothing fun?”
“Dally, you pig.” You laugh.
“Nah, I love just cuddling with you.” He says, snuggling closer to your body.
You’re silent for awhile, feeling the heat of his body.
“I love you.” You whisper.
“Not as much as I love you.” He squeezes you.
“Are you crying?” You ask as he walks in.
“No.” He mutters, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.
“Yes you are, you big softie,” Ponyboy grins.
“Is she all ok?” Soda asks, still sniffling.
“Yes, she’s in perfect condition.” The doctor grins. ” 6 pounds, 9 ounces. You want to hold her?” He asks Soda.
Soda just nods his head. The doctor hands him the baby.
(OK INSERT SODA BABY IMAGINE HERE TO GET SODA FEELINGS)
Soda just smiles.
“Hey, Grace.” He says softly. “Hey.”
“She looks like you.” Ponyboy says to you as he looks over Soda’s shoulder at his niece.
“Pretty, just like her mom.” Soda glances at you.
I had it all ready.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
“Oh?” You ask.
“Yeah… Uh you know.” He shrugs.
“I don’t know,” you laugh.
“You’ll see,” he grins.
You walk into his room, and your jaw drops.
Your panties were all on his floor.
“Oh my god Dally!” You say.
“You obviously didn’t get the message.” He says laughing.
You look closer at the piles of your underwear. It spells out “PROM?”
“Oh my god,” you laugh.
“Is that a yes?” He grins.
“Yes!” You say still laughing.
“I just need you to help me out with something…”
“What?” You ask.
“I’m missing the dot under the question mark…”