“Josh, get in the bathtub!” Dally says, exasperated.
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.
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.
“Johnny.” You shake him. “Johnny.
He mumbles, half asleep. “What? It’s 2 in the morning.”
“I want some tacos. With bacon. And maybe some chocolate sauce.”
“What the hell.” He laughs. “What does this baby like to eat?”
“Apparently tacos with bacon and chocolate sauce.” You say.
“Well, I’ll go make the baby some tacos.” He says, getting out of the bed in his boxers.
“Don’t forget the chocolate sauce!” You yell after him as you rub your belly.
You complain to your best friend as she literally drags you towards the Dingo.
“C’mon (Y/N), it’ll be fun! Two-Bit’s got a friend for you!” Cathy raises her eyebrows.
“Maybe I don’t want a friend,” you mutter, then stop.
Standing next to Two-Bit was the hottest guy you had ever seen.
Maybe you did want a friend.
Cathy goes over and hugs Two-Bit, where you just stare at the boy and he stares back at you.
“I’m Dally,” he says, sticking out his hand.
You take it. “(Y/N).” You smile.
“It’s pretty,” he smiles. But then he erases the expression off his face. “I mean, it’s tuff babe.”
“You don’t need to act all tough around me, I know your cool.” You grin.
“You really think so?” He asks.
“Yeah… You’re pretty cute too.” You smile.
“Well, I know that.” He smiles. “But you’re cuter.”
“Maybe we should ditch this movie.”