“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” A boy about your age says, truly apologetic. He grabs your hand and pulls you up. You find his eyes, and you see how cute he is. He looks at you, stunned. “I’m… Really sorry.” He says as he stares into your eyes.
“It’s fine.” You blush. “I would have fallen anyway, I’m clumsy.” You say, brushing off your legs.
“Well if you did, I’d catch you.” He grins. “Anyways, I’m Ponyboy. What about you?”
“(Y/N).” You grin.
“I like that name. So.. Uh what brings you to the camp?”’
“I amor the lake.” You smile. “My dad used to call me The Little Mermaid. I’m all about water. Since dad died, mom really doesn’t know what to do with me… So she sends me here.” You shrug.
“Oh.” He says with understanding. “I know how you feel. I live with my brothers, sometimes I think they don’t know what to do with me.”
“That must suck.”
“It probably sucks for you more, since it’s your mom.”
You talk for the whole free time, but it seems like only minutes. You seemed to learn everything about him, and he learned everything about you.
“I’ll see you around, (Y/N).”
“Tomorrow?” You ask.
“Tomorrow.” He smiles.
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The seguinte dia at free time, you met at the same place he had plowed you over.
“Hey.” He grins, sitting on the picnic bench.
“Hey.” You smile, sliding seguinte to him. “Miss me?” You joke.
“Actually, yeah. I really like spending time with you.” He smiles, putting his hand on your leg.
“Me too.” You grin, blushing.
“Really?” He asks.
“Yeah.”
He leans over, and unexpectedly kisses you. You give in, tongues dancing.
He pulls away, smile bright as the sun.
“Well, Little Mermaid, why don’t we go swimming?” He says, standing up and taking your hand.
“I don’t know…” You start.
“Why not?”
“Well… I think I look fat in my bikini.” You admit.
“You’re beautiful and definitely not fat.” He says giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.
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In the dining hall, you feel someone grab your waist as your in the buffet line.
“Hey,” he whispers in your ear, nuzzling your neck.
“Hey… Calm it down on the PDA.” You whisper.
“I know I know.” He laughs. “Meet me at the lake, tonight?”
“I don’t know…” You start.
“Please? It’ll be a good time. Just me and you.”
“What time?” You smile, giving in.
“1:30.” He smiles, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek, and darting away.
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The full moon was reflected in the clear, still lake.
He was sitting with his back to you on the beach, looking out in the water. The muscles in his back were flexed and tense.
You come up behind him, beijar his bare shoulder.
He turns his head to smile at you.
“You came.” He says.
“I wouldn’t miss it.” You smile.
You lean in, mouths colliding. Tongues battling. Fingers running through each others hair.
He pulls away. “Wanna get in the water?” He asks, raising his eyebrows, flashing a grin.
“I didn’t bring a swimsuit…”
“You’ll look better with nothing on.” He blushes.
“Fine.” You groan. As he gets in tot he water, you slip off your camisa and shorts. You put your toes on the edge of the water.
“Everything’s gotta come off.” He calls from the water.
You give him a look. “Really?”
“Really.”
You unclasp your bra and slip it off, throwing it with your other clothes. You slide your panties off, putting it into the pile as well. You see him bite his lip, eyes on you.
You cover your chest with your arms as you you make your way through the shallow water.
You meet Ponyboy when the water is up to just below your shoulder blades, arms still covering your bare chest.
He gently grabs your arms, pulling them off your chest.
“Don’t hide, you’re beautiful. I told you that before.” He mutters.
He tilts your chin up, and goes in for the kiss. Your fingers running through his hair, you balanço your legs up and embrulho, envoltório them around his waist, his hands supporting you por your thighs.
His lips mover from your mouth to your neck, leaving bites and kisses all the way down. You groan.
Without any warning, he lets you drop a little, and rams into you.
You gasp, not expecting it.
“You a virgin?” He asks, slightly out of breath.
Wow. Now he asks. “Guess not anymore.” You say.
“Tell me if I hurt you ok? I couldn’t live with my self I did…”
“I’ll be fine.”
He starts sliding in and out, slow; than faster with each thrust. You groan into his shoulder, fingers running through his hair.
You were almost there.
“Hold out a little longer, babe.” He grunts.
Another thrust, and you both hit your high, together.
You bury your head into his collarbone to muffle your scream. The pain mixed with the pleasure have you and adrenaline rush like never before.
He drops you a little.
“You alright?” He asks, breathing heavily.
You nod your head, catching your breath.
“Want to do it again?” He asks.
Before he’s even finished, your already sucking on his neck.
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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.
“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.
“You alright, babe?” He asks. You were lying on your stomach on topo, início of him.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” You say.
He strokes his hair. “You know, this could be us every night.”
“Yeah but we’d have kids, so it would be weird and awkward to do this every night. What if they had bad dreams or something?” You say.
“Ok, well then every other night.” He grins.
“That might work.” You laugh.
“By the looks of it, we’ll have lots of little kids on our hands.” He winks.
