I was taking a walk late at night when I heard crying coming from the lot, familiar crying. I peered around a tree and saw my friend Johnny sitting there curled up in a ball bawling his eyes out. I rush over to him and hug him. "Johnny are you okay??" I asked him while holding him close. He continued to cry "what happened?? Was it your parents???" He looked up at me and in the moonlight I saw cuts all over his face and a huge puffy black eye. I gasped and held his face lightly. "Who did this to you??" He looked down "randy, bob and their guys..." I felt my face heating up, they are gonna get it now. I am so sick of them hurting us, especially Johnny, they hurt him the most!!! He looked up at me "Why did they do this??" I say with my jaw clenched. He quickly looks down again and I see a blush pop up on his face "they... They were saying things... Things about you (y/n)..." I look down at him surprised "what did they say?" I saw a tear slip out of his eye "they said that they were going to find you and r-r-r- they were gonna do things to you and then beat you!! I couldn't let them say stuff like that about you and I didn't want them coming near you so I started to scream at them.. And bob... His rings... And they had a switchblade..." Then he started crying again. At that moment I looked down and realized something, I'm in love with Johnny!! I bent down and kissed his lips softly "thank you Johnny!! I can't believe you would do that for me!!" He looks up at me surprised then quickly reached up and connected our lips again, for longer this time. He looks up at me and smiles "(y/n) will you be my gal??" I smiled widely and nodded my head "Johnny I would love 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?”