"Ok class, remember to keep reading, have a great summer!" Your teacher Mrs. gaio, jay said as the last sino rang and you were finally released from school, summer had just began! "Hey Aleah, wait for me!" You heard a familiar voice behind you running after you. It was Ponyboy, he's been your best friend since 1st grade and he lived really close to you, you never really thought much about your friendship until recently you discovered you had feeling for him, they were strong emotions and you always felt awkward talking to him because you didn't want I say anything embarrassing. "Hey Pony!" "I was wondering if you want to start off summer por coming over to the dingo with the gang?" "Sure I'd um I mean yeah I'll be there later." "I'll walk you home, " you were both walking slowly and you wanted to tell him so badly what you felt but you just couldn't. "I never noticed how pretty your eyes are and your hair falls perfectly behind your ears." You blushed and smiled slightly,"Thanks," you were on the front steps of your house, "Aleah I have to tell you this before I leave you, I won't be here a lot this summer because a newspaper asked me to publicar a few artigos and write some for them, but I wanted to tell you that I think you're special, in a good way and I really like you! I want someone to be able to share sunsets with and that person is you," "Pony, I've always liked you two! Please don't leave me," you began to cry slowly and softly, pónei, pônei hugged you and kissed you while the tears stopped flowing, "Remember, I'm always here for you, see you later at the dingo ok?" pónei, pônei hugged you one last time and ran towards his house yelling, "I amor you Aleah!"
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.
Seventeen.
Seventeen bottles of cerveja I have drunk in the past 37 minutes.
Seventeen.
I pick up number eighteen, twist the boné, cap off, and pour it down my throat. It’s tasteless.
I lean my head back against the mural 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 amor 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 amor you.” I blurt out.
She looks surprised for a second. But then she grins.
“I amor you too.”
“This was my mom’s,” he mutters. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you marry me?”