Mary and I raced each other to the couch, and she won by a split second. "I beat ya!" She exclaimed as I jumped onto the couch next to her. We were both facing each other, and I was gazing into her blue eyes, and she was gazing into mine back. This was it. I had to tell her that I liked her. But instead of telling her, I decided that I was going to kiss her. I leaned closer to her very slowly, and put my hand on her cheek. I didn't know how she felt about me, but as Soda would always tell me, "Just Go For It." And so I did. I felt my lips brush up against hers, and I knew that she was taken by surprise. 'Man I blew it.' I thought to myself when I felt her pull away quickly. She had her hands on my chest, and she smiled a little. "Ya know, Mary, I kinda like you." I said, as I smirked a little. "Ya dig well." She said as a smile came across her face. "Let's watch some movies!" Two-Bit exclaimed as he grabbed the movie off of the table, and got up to put it in.
Two-Bit and I sat on the couch, and watched the movie. Two-Bit wasn't really the romantic type, but I could tell that he was trying when he grabbed a blanket off of the recliner next to the couch. Of course, he grabbed the smallest one, and motioned me to scoot closer to him so that the blanket would fit on the both us. I did as he said, and scooted closer to him, until we were touching. He grabbed the blanket and swayed in in front of us, unfolding it. He threw it on both of us, and we continued to watch the movie. He wrapped his arm around me, and I leaned my head against his shoulder. Before I knew it, we were both sleeping. ✨ The next morning, we were awaken by the voices of six hungry Greasers. It was Saturday morning, and that was the day I always made breakfast for the Gang and I. I looked over at Two-Bit, whose eyes were fluttering open. "Shoot." I whispered to myself. The Gang was all standing around the couch. "Ooh. What do we have here?" Dally asked and winked. "Aww the two lovers." Steve added in. "Finally!" Pony, Soda, and Darry all said at the same time. Two-Bit and I were used to this, and looked at each other, and shook our heads and laughed. ✨The End.✨
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?”
