It was a couple weeks since you've been dating Ponyboy. You were at início alone cause your parents went to work all day, your friends didn't want to hangout cause they had homework, and you didn't know if Ponyboy was coming to your house or not. You were dancing around the house in a rosa, -de-rosa skirt, a suéter, camisola that you tucked in, and some vans. You never wore skirts cause your weren't a Soc. but you did that day. You listened to your record player as you cleaned the house. You were cantar the lyrics to jailhouse rock por Elvis Presley. You turned around to see Ponyboy standing there. "Oh shit" you said and put the mop up against the wall. He burst out laughing. You laughed along as the record as still going. He walked over to you and grabbed your hand and waist as the two of you danced all around your house. You danced for 3 songs then sat down. You hopped on the counter as Ponyboy stood. "Why are you dressed like a Soc.? "I'm not sure why. I didn't even know I had these till today" you said. "Maybe you were a Soc. then moved here and then you are now a greaser" he said. "Maybe" you and chuckled a little.
“What?” He asks, glancing over at you.
“You’re gonna get pulled over,” you say, rolling your eyes.
“Do you think I’d care?” He laughed.
“Dallas Winston, I am shocked and appalled you just said that to me and ran that red light.” You laugh. “I’m horrified at your driving skills. Remind me not to get into a car with you again.”
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Light cracked the sky open. The crash that followed jolted you awake. You sit up in your bed, wide eyed with fear.
You had been afraid of thunderstorms since you were little… something about it just frightened you to no end.
The sound of your boyfriend breathing calmed you down. The rhythmic deep breathing soothed you, only for a second.
Another crack lit up the sky, with a giant boom that followed.
“Dally.” you shake your boyfriend awake.
“Babe… what’s the ma-” He stops as he sees your eyes, wide with fear. He sits up straight and wraps his arms around you pulling you close. “You’re fine… You’re fine.” He whispers, rocking you back and forth. “I got you. I promise. I got you.” Hands running through your hair.
“I just don’t like them.” You mumble into his bare chest.
“I know. I know.” He say. “But I still got you. I promise.”
But you were already asleep again.
You had been afraid of thunderstorms since you were little… something about it just frightened you to no end.
The sound of your boyfriend breathing calmed you down. The rhythmic deep breathing soothed you, only for a second.
Another crack lit up the sky, with a giant boom that followed.
“Dally.” you shake your boyfriend awake.
“Babe… what’s the ma-” He stops as he sees your eyes, wide with fear. He sits up straight and wraps his arms around you pulling you close. “You’re fine… You’re fine.” He whispers, rocking you back and forth. “I got you. I promise. I got you.” Hands running through your hair.
“I just don’t like them.” You mumble into his bare chest.
“I know. I know.” He say. “But I still got you. I promise.”
But you were already asleep again.
heres yet another poem that i wrote. enjoy!
i cried when i looked at the sky
it reminded me of you
my tears were hot with amor
and affection for you
i want you so bad, honey
youre all ive ever wanted
but i guess thats too much to ask
God wont give me you, im haunted
so i stay up at night with you por my side
but thats only a dream
its never anything real
baby, i wish you knew me
if only you were real in my reality
youre real in my imaginatin
but sonhar acordado isnt enough
i want your affection
i really do wish you knew who i am
but your amor i will never get
your affection i will never feel
but, before, we HAVE met
i read about your story
and i truly am sorry
you suffered a great loss and your pain i feel
and i wanted to say to you: Ponyboy, you are the author of your own life story
i cried when i looked at the sky
it reminded me of you
my tears were hot with amor
and affection for you
i want you so bad, honey
youre all ive ever wanted
but i guess thats too much to ask
God wont give me you, im haunted
so i stay up at night with you por my side
but thats only a dream
its never anything real
baby, i wish you knew me
if only you were real in my reality
youre real in my imaginatin
but sonhar acordado isnt enough
i want your affection
i really do wish you knew who i am
but your amor i will never get
your affection i will never feel
but, before, we HAVE met
i read about your story
and i truly am sorry
you suffered a great loss and your pain i feel
and i wanted to say to you: Ponyboy, you are the author of your own life story