“When I look at you, a thousand feelings hit me. Lust. Happiness. Longing. Hope. Faith. Grace. Beauty. Humor. All these words are you, especially this one; love. I amor you. mais than you will ever know. I can’t go a dia without think about you. Not day, mais like a minute. If I could describe how much I loved you in word I couldn’t. Infinite doesn’t even come close. Not all. When you’re gone, I’m physically hurting. My coração drops, my insides go all numb. I can’t think. I’m worrying about you when you’re not with me. I couldn’t live to see you fall without me catching you. You’re an angel, but every angel needs a guardian angel. That’s where I come in. I’d do anything to save you. To be with you forever.” He gets down on one knee.
“This was my mom’s,” he mutters. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you marry me?”
“This was my mom’s,” he mutters. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you marry me?”
Technically speaking, the definition of tough is not cool, but strong enough to withstand adverse conditions or rough or careless handling.” Ross says.
You look in amazement at your boyfriend Ponyboy. Is he really friends with this geek?
Ponyboy smiles and nods, telling you “I know this kid is a frickin insane genius.”
“Well… That’s interesting.” You say.
You look at Ponyboy. “So how much do we have to leave for a tip?” You were at the diner, hanging out for lunch.
“She was a quality waitress, so 20%. We each owe her 1 dollar.” Ross pipes up. He starts to make hand gestures to explain the process.”Since the bill was 15 dollars, we each paid 5 dollars. 20% of 15 is 3… So it’d be a 3 dollar tip, one dollar each.”
You look at him, stunned.
You could not to do math to save your life.
“You should have him along mais often.” You whisper to Ponyboy.
You look in amazement at your boyfriend Ponyboy. Is he really friends with this geek?
Ponyboy smiles and nods, telling you “I know this kid is a frickin insane genius.”
“Well… That’s interesting.” You say.
You look at Ponyboy. “So how much do we have to leave for a tip?” You were at the diner, hanging out for lunch.
“She was a quality waitress, so 20%. We each owe her 1 dollar.” Ross pipes up. He starts to make hand gestures to explain the process.”Since the bill was 15 dollars, we each paid 5 dollars. 20% of 15 is 3… So it’d be a 3 dollar tip, one dollar each.”
You look at him, stunned.
You could not to do math to save your life.
“You should have him along mais often.” You whisper to Ponyboy.
Ponyboy’s Perspective
“Dad, why does jesus have a scary beard?” My eight ano old Rhett whispers.
“I don’t know…Maybe they couldn’t shave back then.” I whisper back.
“Oh,” he nods. It seemed to make sense to him.
Twelve ano old Scarlett looked over at us, trying to see what all the whispering was about. I waved my hand at her to tell her it wasn’t important.
Charlie had crawled into my lap halfway through the sermon. He was five now, but still my little man. He was half asleep por now.
(Y/N) was at home, on cama rest. Ella or Robert could be born any dia now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.
“Dad, why does jesus have a scary beard?” My eight ano old Rhett whispers.
“I don’t know…Maybe they couldn’t shave back then.” I whisper back.
“Oh,” he nods. It seemed to make sense to him.
Twelve ano old Scarlett looked over at us, trying to see what all the whispering was about. I waved my hand at her to tell her it wasn’t important.
Charlie had crawled into my lap halfway through the sermon. He was five now, but still my little man. He was half asleep por now.
(Y/N) was at home, on cama rest. Ella or Robert could be born any dia now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.
“What’s the prettiest thing about me?” You ask your boyfriend.
He pauses for a second, thinking.
“You.” He finally answers, smiling.
“That’s not one thing.” You roll your eyes and giggle.
“Yes it is. You are you. Without certain things, you wouldn’t be you. If you’re pretty eyes weren’t (eye color), you wouldn’t be you. If you didn’t snort when you laugh, you wouldn’t be you. If you didn’t randomly burst into song, you be you.
If you weren’t nice and sweet and funny, it wouldn’t be (Y/N). The (Y/N) I know, amor and adore.” He smiles as he kisses you on the cheek.
“Really?” You ask.
“Really.”
“Really really?”
“Really really.”
He pauses for a second, thinking.
“You.” He finally answers, smiling.
“That’s not one thing.” You roll your eyes and giggle.
“Yes it is. You are you. Without certain things, you wouldn’t be you. If you’re pretty eyes weren’t (eye color), you wouldn’t be you. If you didn’t snort when you laugh, you wouldn’t be you. If you didn’t randomly burst into song, you be you.
If you weren’t nice and sweet and funny, it wouldn’t be (Y/N). The (Y/N) I know, amor and adore.” He smiles as he kisses you on the cheek.
“Really?” You ask.
“Really.”
“Really really?”
“Really really.”
***
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 ano old asked.
“I bet it was an epic amor story.” Eight ano 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.
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 ano old asked.
“I bet it was an epic amor story.” Eight ano 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.
You knew that voice anywhere. That laugh.
You started walking towards him, your nerves coming through. “What if he doesn’t remember me?” You thought. But he couldn’t. You used to be best friends.
You walk up behind him, he was talking to that Johnny kid that you sometimes hung out with. He was also with Two-Bit.
“Still trying to grease that hair, hood?” You laugh from behind him.
He whirls around. “(Y/N)?”
You smile at him. He runs toward you a scoops you up into a big urso hug.
“Oh my god I missed you.” He muttered as he set you down, and began stroking your hair. Well that was… Different.
“Missed you too.” You squeezed him.
“Well look at what we’ve got here… Damn you were like, nine the last time we saw you? oi Ponyboy…She’s really uh ‘grown up’, hasn’t she?” Two-Bit laughs.
“Shut up,” Ponyboy mutters. But he was looking at you.
And you locked eyes.
Ad everything changed.
You started walking towards him, your nerves coming through. “What if he doesn’t remember me?” You thought. But he couldn’t. You used to be best friends.
You walk up behind him, he was talking to that Johnny kid that you sometimes hung out with. He was also with Two-Bit.
“Still trying to grease that hair, hood?” You laugh from behind him.
He whirls around. “(Y/N)?”
You smile at him. He runs toward you a scoops you up into a big urso hug.
“Oh my god I missed you.” He muttered as he set you down, and began stroking your hair. Well that was… Different.
“Missed you too.” You squeezed him.
“Well look at what we’ve got here… Damn you were like, nine the last time we saw you? oi Ponyboy…She’s really uh ‘grown up’, hasn’t she?” Two-Bit laughs.
“Shut up,” Ponyboy mutters. But he was looking at you.
And you locked eyes.
Ad everything changed.
You were avoiding his eyes. His beautiful eyes.
“Will you please tell me why?” You were sitting on the bathroom floor with him. You were still shaking from the silent sobs that racked your body.
“Baby look at me.” He whispers.
Your eyes meet his, and you loose it. You put your head into your hands and sob.
“Hey, oi everything’s fine. Shh babe, it’s ok. (Y/N) I promise,” he says as he picks you up an places you in his lap.
He rocks you back and forth for a few minutes, saying nothing. He looks down at your arm.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He mutters into your hair.
“Will you please tell me why?” You were sitting on the bathroom floor with him. You were still shaking from the silent sobs that racked your body.
“Baby look at me.” He whispers.
Your eyes meet his, and you loose it. You put your head into your hands and sob.
“Hey, oi everything’s fine. Shh babe, it’s ok. (Y/N) I promise,” he says as he picks you up an places you in his lap.
He rocks you back and forth for a few minutes, saying nothing. He looks down at your arm.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He mutters into your hair.
“Hey.” You feel him grab your waist.
“Hey.” You smile, turning your head to kiss him.
“Miss me?” Ponyboy asks.
“Of course. I haven’t seen you in awhile.”
“I know. I just don’t want your mom and dad to get suspicious, you going to the wrong side of the tracks and all.” He mutters, just holding you.
“I know.” You mutter. “I wish it didn’t have to be this way.”
“Don’t you think I do too?” He says, holding you a bit tighter.
“I know you do.” You whisper.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you. I regret everything that happened when I first walked out. I thought it’d be better for both of us. But I was wrong.” He mumbled into your shoulder.
“I can’t wait till I’m 18. They won’t be able to tell me what to do. And I can have you.”
“And you’ll be mine.” He smiles.
“Love me forever?”
“And always.”
“Hey.” You smile, turning your head to kiss him.
“Miss me?” Ponyboy asks.
“Of course. I haven’t seen you in awhile.”
“I know. I just don’t want your mom and dad to get suspicious, you going to the wrong side of the tracks and all.” He mutters, just holding you.
“I know.” You mutter. “I wish it didn’t have to be this way.”
“Don’t you think I do too?” He says, holding you a bit tighter.
“I know you do.” You whisper.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you. I regret everything that happened when I first walked out. I thought it’d be better for both of us. But I was wrong.” He mumbled into your shoulder.
“I can’t wait till I’m 18. They won’t be able to tell me what to do. And I can have you.”
“And you’ll be mine.” He smiles.
“Love me forever?”
“And always.”
