Darry pov: I was walking back início from the rumble. I had seen Dally and pónei, pônei leave, I'm guessing to go tell Johnny the news. I got to our house to see the door open. "no surprise", I mumbled. I walked In and shut the door. "Who's here?", I yelled out. "Steve, Soda, Alisa & twobit", I hear. "Y'all come in here!", I yell, it made me feel a little jealous that Alisa was there with all those boys. "Hey, darry", I hear three times. "Hi, Alisa", I say resting my hand on her back. "Hey, darry", she grinned. I smiled knowing she was ok with it. "Wanna go for a walk?", I ask her. "Sure", she says and slips her arm into mine. We walk outside and and head for the lot. "Darry, ya know yer cute, don't chya?", she says looking up at me. "What?! Nah! Well, yeah, but-", I blush. She giggles and we walk in silence for a few minutes. "I hope pónei, pônei is ok", I say. "I think he'll be alright, don't worry", she kisses my cheek. "I sure hope so" We walk back towards the house and she stops me on the porch. "Darry, ya know we've been friends since about birth?", she says. "Well, yeah", I say. "You know how we went through everythin' together?", she asks. "Of course", I say nodding. "Then, I wanted to tell you", she pauses. She goes to her tiptoes and gently presses her lips to mine. I pull her cheeks closer, begging for mais of her. She smiles while we kiss and I do, too. She gingerly pulls away, "happy 24 hora anniversary, baby". "You, too, sweets". And I pull her lips to mine again.
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Darry and Dally looked at (Y/N) from the couch. She was talking with Soda on the front porch, smiling, laughing at what he said. They both thought you had a beautiful laugh, and that you were completely adorable.
Darry was jealous of Soda, he thought he could take better care of you, provide a better life.
Dally thought he could protect you more, and amor you better.
Their hearts both broke as Soda leaned down to kiss you.
Darry and Dally looked at (Y/N) from the couch. She was talking with Soda on the front porch, smiling, laughing at what he said. They both thought you had a beautiful laugh, and that you were completely adorable.
Darry was jealous of Soda, he thought he could take better care of you, provide a better life.
Dally thought he could protect you more, and amor you better.
Their hearts both broke as Soda leaned down to kiss you.
You groan and turn over. You had the flu. You were really sore,tired, and cold. You thought nothing could make you feel better.
“Hey, (Y/N), you hungry?” Your boyfriend Soda asks from the doorway.
You shake your head. “I’m just cold.” You sniffle.
“Well that can be fixed.” He says smiling.
He gets onto the bed, and snuggles close to you, and puts all the blankets on topo, início of you.
“Soda, you’re gonna get sick and…”
“I don’t care… All I care about is you, and that you’re gonna feel better.”
The cars zoomed by.
“This makes me so nervous.” you say.
“Why?” Soda asks, smiling.
“What if the cars blow up, and we die? Or what if they crash? Or-“
“Hey it’s going to be fine,” He interrupts you. “Have some popcorn.”
“But what if I’m eating pipoca and the cars blow up and we die?”
“Then I’ll blow up and die eating pipoca with the girl I love.”
And he kisses you on the lips.
“Darry, how do you feel about kids?” You ask.
“About having kids?” He asked. You were nervous.
“Yeah.”
“I’ve never told anyone this really… But it’s been my goal in life to be a better father figure than I ever was to Soda or Ponyboy… I thought I did a good job, but I know I could’ve done better.” He scratches his neck. “So yeah I’d want to have kids.”
“Well that’s good.” You smile.
“Why?” He asks. “You aren’t…” He starts, but then looks at you. “You are aren’t you?” His smile lights up the whole room.
You nod your head. He picks you up in a big urso hug.
“Daddy, do I look ok?” Grace asks. I put down my newspaper to look at my 15 ano old daughter. Wow.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” It pained me to see her going on her first date. But I was smiling.
“I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise.”
I grin. Exactly what her mother said to her dad on our first date.
“I know.” I manage to say. “You’re a good kid.”
“Not like Faith,” Grace grins. Oh my Faith. Nine years old and already had a “boyfriend”. She was completely hilarious.
“Not like Faith.” I smile.
I get up off the sofá to give her a hug.
“I amor you Daddy.”
“Love you too, sweetheart.”
“You’re still going to be the first boy I fell in amor with.”
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Darry’s P.O.V
“Daddy?” Danny asks from the back seat. He was six now, and Olivia was one.
“What happened to your mommy and daddy?” He asks.
I don’t answer for a minute, just keep driving. What do I say?
“My mommy and daddy are hanging out in heaven.” Is all I can think of to say.
“They’re partying with Jesus?” Danny asks. “That’s cool!”
“Yeah, bud,” I smile. “Partying with Jesus.”
“Yes I do.” She says in that you’ve-told-me-a-million-times voice.
“Ok… Well are you sure you want to do this?” I ask nervously.
“I’m positive.” She says as she gives me a quick kiss on the lips.
“I swear, if you hurt yourself…” I shake my head.
The motorcycle starts, and goes forward. Instead of going with the motorcycle., she flips off backwards from it.
I immediately rush to (Y/N).
“Oh my god, (Y/N), are you ok? Are you hurt? Where are you hurt?” I say, head spinning. If she’s hurt badly I’ll just…
“Dally I’m fine.. The motorcycle-“
“Steve can fix the motorcycle. Are you ok? Where are you hurt? Do we need to go to the hospital?”
“Dally I’m fine!” She laughs.
“You worry me,” I say, as I scoop her into a hug.