“So, yes??” Ponyboy asks, standing in your front yard, with all the balloons.
“I thought you said we weren’t going.” You whisper.
“But I want to spend prom with the girl I love, and I want to see you in a pretty dress.”
“I don’t think I can afford a dress,” you mumble.
He grins. “Which is why we are going dress shopping.”
“What?” It’s your turn to grin now.
“You heard me. Johnny and Two-Bit are in the car to help out.” He says.
“Are you serious?” You ask, amazed.
“Yeah, c’mon into the car you go.” He picks up bridal style, walking you down the walkway and setting you in the backseat of the car.
You drive in the car for about 15 minutes, chatting with the other greasers, as Ponyboy looks back in the rearview mirror smiling at you.
He pulls up next to a dress shop. “Here we are,” he smiles. “You ready?”
“Yeah.” You smile. You couldn’t believe that he was doing this for you.
You walk in, amazed at all the dresses.
You see a blue one you like, and reach for the price tag. Holy shit, Way more expensive than you thought.
You turn to your boyfriend.
“What’s the matter babe?” He asks.
“It’s too much.” You shake your head.
“Hey just think of it as a birthday present.” He smiles.
“But still,” you whine. But he’s looking pass you, over your shoulder, grinning wildly.
“What,” you ask confused.
” That’s your dress,” He smiles.
You look over your shoulder to see a pink dress hanging on the rack.
“It’s so pretty,” You whisper.
“It’s going to look even prettier on you,” he smiles. “Go try it on.”
You walk into the dressing room, dress in hand. You slip it on over you, liking the feel of the dress on your body.
You open the door of the dressing room to see Pony, who’s noIt drops when he sees you.
“Zip me up?” You ask, holding your hair out of the way and turning around.
He pulls the zipper up. “You look beautiful.” He mutters into your ear.
“Really?”
“I wouldn’t lie to you. Go look for yourself.” He smiles.
You walk over to the mirror, stunned at how you look. “Wow,” you mutter.
Two-Bit wolf whistles, causing you to blush.
“You look real pretty, Y/N,” Johnny mumbles.
“Thanks guys.” You whisper, still admiring yourself.
“Let’s go buy it.” Ponyboy says. “You’ll look even prettier at prom with it.”
“I thought you said we weren’t going.” You whisper.
“But I want to spend prom with the girl I love, and I want to see you in a pretty dress.”
“I don’t think I can afford a dress,” you mumble.
He grins. “Which is why we are going dress shopping.”
“What?” It’s your turn to grin now.
“You heard me. Johnny and Two-Bit are in the car to help out.” He says.
“Are you serious?” You ask, amazed.
“Yeah, c’mon into the car you go.” He picks up bridal style, walking you down the walkway and setting you in the backseat of the car.
You drive in the car for about 15 minutes, chatting with the other greasers, as Ponyboy looks back in the rearview mirror smiling at you.
He pulls up next to a dress shop. “Here we are,” he smiles. “You ready?”
“Yeah.” You smile. You couldn’t believe that he was doing this for you.
You walk in, amazed at all the dresses.
You see a blue one you like, and reach for the price tag. Holy shit, Way more expensive than you thought.
You turn to your boyfriend.
“What’s the matter babe?” He asks.
“It’s too much.” You shake your head.
“Hey just think of it as a birthday present.” He smiles.
“But still,” you whine. But he’s looking pass you, over your shoulder, grinning wildly.
“What,” you ask confused.
” That’s your dress,” He smiles.
You look over your shoulder to see a pink dress hanging on the rack.
“It’s so pretty,” You whisper.
“It’s going to look even prettier on you,” he smiles. “Go try it on.”
You walk into the dressing room, dress in hand. You slip it on over you, liking the feel of the dress on your body.
You open the door of the dressing room to see Pony, who’s noIt drops when he sees you.
“Zip me up?” You ask, holding your hair out of the way and turning around.
He pulls the zipper up. “You look beautiful.” He mutters into your ear.
“Really?”
“I wouldn’t lie to you. Go look for yourself.” He smiles.
You walk over to the mirror, stunned at how you look. “Wow,” you mutter.
Two-Bit wolf whistles, causing you to blush.
“You look real pretty, Y/N,” Johnny mumbles.
“Thanks guys.” You whisper, still admiring yourself.
“Let’s go buy it.” Ponyboy says. “You’ll look even prettier at prom with it.”
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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.