the outsiders

“I want to.” You say.

“I do to, but…” Dally starts.

“But what?” You ask. You were lying on the bed next to him.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“We’ll it won’t hurt that bad…”

“No… I mean I don’t want to hurt you hurt you.”

“What do you mean?”

He pauses, and rolls on his side to look you in the eye. “I love you. You’re the first girl I’ve actually loved. When I’m around you you, it’s like my world has so much more meaning. So you know… If we bang, there going to be so much more emotional. It’s wont just be having sex… It will be making love. And...

CHAPTER 8
The next few days were good Ponyboy and I would sneek off to kiss and to love on eachother.If anyone saw us they never said anything,to us or Darry.I injoyed being with Ponyboy he makes me feel safe and loved and wanted.
One day while Ponyboy and I were sitting on the couch talking Darry came in and looked at us."Why do you to think that you have to sneek around to be together.We all know that you to are dating."Darry and going to the bedroom smiling becaues he knows that he realy embarsses us.We looked at eachother and smiled to Darry was a nut.
The gang agreed to it to they thought...

You were at the dingo sitting by yourself drinking a coke when all of a sudden someone covers your eyes and says, "Guess who?" The dark voice sounds familiar but your mouth won't let you say it. "Umm who?" You respond. Then Dally takes his hands away and swings around and sits next to you and grins. "Hey Dally," "Hey tonight at my house at 9, ok?" You laugh and nod ok, Dally hugs you then takes your coke. It's almost 9 when you reach his house and you see him sitting on his steps. "You could have waited inside Dal." "Well, it's nice out, and besides I wanted to see you walk here." You two were...

I heard the knock two times, and figured that it was just the wind, making a tree branch blow and hit my window. I flipped through the channels, and turned on My Cousin Vinny. As the knocking grew faster, I knew that it wasn't the wind. I got myself out of bed, and threw the remote on my pillow. I walked over to the window, and pulled on the small, rusty latch. When I finally managed to pull the latch out, I slowly opened my window. "Two-Bit?" I asked in a confused voice. I was kneeling by the window, and my room was on the first floor, so Two-Bit and I were eye-level. I looked at Two-Bit's...

You're so ugly." You said to yourself as you looked in the mirror. You spat more and more insults at yourself until a throat was cleared. In that moment your swear your heart just stopped as you turned and saw Johnny. "Baby...." He said quietly as he walked up to you. He grabbed your hands and held them tightly, so you wouldn't pull away. He knew you try to walk past him like you always did when you didn't want to talk about something. "Is that how you really feel?" He asked. He sounded so hurt. Your eyes stung from rising tears. You didn't say a word, but you managed a nod. "Why?" He asked....

“We’re here,” He says, putting the car in park.

“Ponyboy this is just an abandoned lot in the middle of nowhere.” You say confused.

“I know. Perfect date spot.” He grins.

“I don’t get it,” You say, clueless.

“I actually got a license and my brother’s old car, so I figured we’d go somewhere.” He shrugs.

“But what are we supposed to do?” You asks confused.

“The backseat?” He raises his eyebrows, Biting his lip.

“Oh,” You say, it finally clicking. You unbuckle your seatbelt, moving over to straddle him. “This is going to be a fun date.” You wickedly grin.

And...

Your eye catches something in your husbands wallet. You were looking for a twenty to borrow for the grocery.

You pull out the receipt, baby kicking in your belly.

“Hey, baby number five, I’m trying to concentrate.” You tell your baby.

‘Tulsa Shooting Range’ it said on the top. The date was for last Saturday, when Dally had said he was taking the boys out to play some football.

He took Johnny and Matt out shooting.

You knew Johnny would be fine, but Matt was only three.

“Dallas Winston!” You shout through your house. “We need to talk!”

He walks into the kitchen. “What’s up babe?”...

“Mommy, what are we doing?” Johnny asks.

“We’re going to go see…someone.” You say, not knowing what to call him at this point.

“Will I like them?” Johnny tugs on your arm.

You pause for a second. “Yeah.” You finally answer. “You would’ve loved him.”

“Well that’s good.” He nods.

How little he knew how much this was killing you.

“So mommy, why are we at the cemetery? It’s spooky.”

“I told you we’re going to go see someone.” You say, making your way to his headstone.

“Oh,” Johnny whispers, realizing from your tone you didn’t want any annoyance.

“Here.”...

“It sure is a pretty color,” he says, tugging your braid as he walks behind you.

“Yeah, it’s real pretty.” You smile, continuing to paint the wall the light pink you had picked out for the baby’s room.

He steps back from the wall, inspecting the progress. You smiled at your husband, in his jeans, no shirt, and DX hat.

“This color would look pretty on you,” he grins.

You step back, taking a look at the wall. He comes behind you, arms wrapping around you and your pregnant belly.

“You really think this color would look good on me?”

“Well, let’s see,” he smirks.

The next thing...