CHAPTER 2
I woke up on the couch I could hear the gang moving around the livingroom,I sat up and looked around the guys looked at me and smiled.I had conveineced myself that it was all a dream and that I would wake up in my own bed and this would have been a nightmare,but now that it was the secound day I realized that it happened and it happened to me.I sighed and got up and made my way to the bathroom.I had to pee realy bad.
After that I went back into the livingroom and sat down they were looking at me funny"what?"I asked them.
"you talk in your sleep."Darry said.
"Cherry weres youe mom?"Darry asked me,looking at me realt hard.
"I have told people this and everytime I do they blame me."I said stareing at my feet.
"So you can tell us and we will tell you if it was your fault or not."Steve said they all looked at me.
"When my mom was giving birth to me it killed her."I said being as frank and to the point as possible.
They just looked at me with sad faces,I was sorry I told them."Cherry do you know that happened to alot of women these days.That was not your fault."Soda said they all agreed to that
I felt a little better about it but it still hurt.We were all goofing off in the livingroom I was injoyong myself when somone knocked on the door."Who in the hell knocks on our door?"Soda yelled from the kitcken,we all laughted at him because he had a funny look on his face.
Randy came in and looked at me for a moment before looking at everybody else and begane to talk
"they are wanting a rematch.The other guys want you to have another rumble in a month to realy seetle it.What do you guys say?"Randy asked
Darry looked at him and then at the rest of ue and said."No we already had a rumble with them and we'er no having another one!"Randy backed up and ran out the door.We all laughted at him.He was acting like a little girl and it was funny.
"Can you beleive that?Them wanting another rumble.They have to think we'er idiots to fall for that.?Two-Bit said laughing and all joined him and laughed with him.
That night at supper Darry was saying something about me getting some new clothes becaues I couldnt go around wearing the samething all the time.Ponyboy said that he would take me tomorrow and get me some suff.Sence that was settled Darry went to bed abd soon the rest of us followed by going to bed to.
I woke up on the couch I could hear the gang moving around the livingroom,I sat up and looked around the guys looked at me and smiled.I had conveineced myself that it was all a dream and that I would wake up in my own bed and this would have been a nightmare,but now that it was the secound day I realized that it happened and it happened to me.I sighed and got up and made my way to the bathroom.I had to pee realy bad.
After that I went back into the livingroom and sat down they were looking at me funny"what?"I asked them.
"you talk in your sleep."Darry said.
"Cherry weres youe mom?"Darry asked me,looking at me realt hard.
"I have told people this and everytime I do they blame me."I said stareing at my feet.
"So you can tell us and we will tell you if it was your fault or not."Steve said they all looked at me.
"When my mom was giving birth to me it killed her."I said being as frank and to the point as possible.
They just looked at me with sad faces,I was sorry I told them."Cherry do you know that happened to alot of women these days.That was not your fault."Soda said they all agreed to that
I felt a little better about it but it still hurt.We were all goofing off in the livingroom I was injoyong myself when somone knocked on the door."Who in the hell knocks on our door?"Soda yelled from the kitcken,we all laughted at him because he had a funny look on his face.
Randy came in and looked at me for a moment before looking at everybody else and begane to talk
"they are wanting a rematch.The other guys want you to have another rumble in a month to realy seetle it.What do you guys say?"Randy asked
Darry looked at him and then at the rest of ue and said."No we already had a rumble with them and we'er no having another one!"Randy backed up and ran out the door.We all laughted at him.He was acting like a little girl and it was funny.
"Can you beleive that?Them wanting another rumble.They have to think we'er idiots to fall for that.?Two-Bit said laughing and all joined him and laughed with him.
That night at supper Darry was saying something about me getting some new clothes becaues I couldnt go around wearing the samething all the time.Ponyboy said that he would take me tomorrow and get me some suff.Sence that was settled Darry went to bed abd soon the rest of us followed by going to bed to.
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 you and Mom meet?” The 12 year old asked.
“I bet it was an epic love story.” Eight year old Rhett says sarcastically.
“Was Mommy pretty when you 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 you a lot.” (Y/N) grinned from the doorway.
Seventeen.
Seventeen bottles of beer I have drunk in the past 37 minutes.
Seventeen.
I pick up number eighteen, twist the cap off, and pour it down my throat. It’s tasteless.
I lean my head back against the wall 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 love 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 love you.” I blurt out.
She looks surprised for a second. But then she grins.
“I love you too.”
“This was my mom’s,” he mutters. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you marry me?”