“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 encontro, data 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 his mouth attacks yours, his hands already up your shirt.
You tug at the rim of his shirt, pulling it up and breaking the kiss to pull it over his head, and you toss it into the back seat. He Does the same with your shirt.
“There’s not a lot of room up here,”
He mutters.
You crawl in between the two from seats to get to the back ones, Ponyboy close behind.
You have both already slid off your jeans, lying in a heap on topo, início of each other.
You lay down on the three seats in the back, and Ponyboy gets on topo, início of you, attacking you with kisses all down your neck, while reaching a hand down your panties.
He slowly pulls them down, smiling at you with this look in his eye.
And then you gasp at the feel of his tongue swirling around.
He gets up, grinning like the happiest kid on the planet, sliding off his boxers.
You lean up on your elbows, turning your head slightly behind you to look at the fogged glass.
And he pushes into you.
Hard and fast, with no time to adjust.
He rams you into the car door as you hit your high.
He pulls out, grinning like mad.
You’re breathing heavily, but you want more.
“Ponyboy this is just an abandoned lot in the middle of nowhere.” You say confused.
“I know. Perfect encontro, data 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 his mouth attacks yours, his hands already up your shirt.
You tug at the rim of his shirt, pulling it up and breaking the kiss to pull it over his head, and you toss it into the back seat. He Does the same with your shirt.
“There’s not a lot of room up here,”
He mutters.
You crawl in between the two from seats to get to the back ones, Ponyboy close behind.
You have both already slid off your jeans, lying in a heap on topo, início of each other.
You lay down on the three seats in the back, and Ponyboy gets on topo, início of you, attacking you with kisses all down your neck, while reaching a hand down your panties.
He slowly pulls them down, smiling at you with this look in his eye.
And then you gasp at the feel of his tongue swirling around.
He gets up, grinning like the happiest kid on the planet, sliding off his boxers.
You lean up on your elbows, turning your head slightly behind you to look at the fogged glass.
And he pushes into you.
Hard and fast, with no time to adjust.
He rams you into the car door as you hit your high.
He pulls out, grinning like mad.
You’re breathing heavily, but you want more.
His tongue ran down your stomach. It sent chills up your back. It felt amazing.
His tongue went back up to your lips as he started to unclasp your bra. He got it off, and threw it across the room.
But instead of it hitting the floor with a thud…
“Not on my couch.” Darry says, bra in hand
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“Yeah?” He says, looking over at you.
“I found this in the attic.” You say, tossing it over to him.
It was his baby blanket, a dark blue color.
He looks at it wide eyed, just taking in the memories.
“What about this?” He asks, still looking at the blanket.
“Well I thought our baby would like it.”
“Planning ahead huh?” He grins.
“Only 8 eight months ahead.” You smile.
He looks up at you in surprise.
“You’re pregnant?” He asks, standing up from the sofá to face you.
You just smile.
He scoops you up into a giant hug.
How were you going to tell him you got laid off?
Y’all needed money… You had just bought a house, and money was short.
So of course you had to lose your job.
You walking into your house, and flop onto the couch. You were pretty much done with all the stress.
Darry walked out of the bathroom, towel around his waist.
“What’s up babe?” He said, chuckling at the sight of you sprawled on the couch.
“I got laid off.” You mumble.
He’s silent for a second, taking this in. “I’ll pick up another shift.” He says.
“No, no.. You don’t have to…” You start.
“No.. I’d make mais money than you would. It’s gonna be fine I promise.”
You turn around to see your boyfriend Steve grinning wildly, another snowball in hand.
“It’s so on,” you laugh, as you lean down to scoop the snow.
You are hit with another snowball, right in the shoulder. You fogo back, hitting him in the face.
Instead of picking up snow to make another snowball, he sprints towards you.
And tackles you into the snow.
“Oww Steve!” You laughed.
“It was needed.” He joked back.
You were lying on your backs in the snow, looking up at the stars.
You start to shiver.
He looks over at you. “Babe, are you cold?”
“Yeah.” You nod your head, teeth chattering.
He scoots closer to you, and wraps his arms around you. “Warmer?”
“Yeah,” you smile.
He picks up the naked two ano old and plops him into the bath. “There. Your in. Stay in.”
You were holding baby Stephanie, who would not stop crying. Why did you and Dally even agree to watch Johnny’s kids? This wasn’t a great experience.
“Hey, (Y/N), look at this,” Dally grins.
You look in the bathroom to see Josh, sitting in the tub, his hair greased back, smiling like a maniac.
You can’t help but burst out laughing, only making the baby cry more.
“Stephie, shut the hell up!” Josh says from the tub.
“Josh!” You scold. You glare at Dally.
“It wasn’t me!” Dally says.
“Yeah right.” You say, rolling your eyes.
“In my opinion, we are the greatest babysitters ever.” Dally said, smiling.
“Hey,” Dally whispers in your ear.
“Hey,”you whisper back.
“You’re parents home?”
“Yeah, they’re asleep.”
“So nothing fun?”
“Dally, you pig.” You laugh.
“Nah, I amor just cuddling with you.” He says, snuggling closer to your body.
You’re silent for awhile, feeling the heat of his body.
“I amor you.” You whisper.
“Not as much as I amor you.” He squeezes you.
“Are you crying?” You ask as he walks in.
“No.” He mutters, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.
“Yes you are, you big softie,” Ponyboy grins.
“Is she all ok?” Soda asks, still sniffling.
“Yes, she’s in perfect condition.” The doctor grins. ” 6 pounds, 9 ounces. You want to hold her?” He asks Soda.
Soda just nods his head. The doctor hands him the baby.
(OK INSERT SODA BABY IMAGINE HERE TO GET SODA FEELINGS)
Soda just smiles.
“Hey, Grace.” He says softly. “Hey.”
“She looks like you.” Ponyboy says to you as he looks over Soda’s shoulder at his niece.
“Pretty, just like her mom.” Soda glances at you.
I had it all ready.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.