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Later that night, you hear someone in the house. Thankfully Dally heard it too and he was wide awake. He quickley gets out of cama as you follow. You creep down the hallway and peek around the corner.
"Go back to the room," He says as you do what he instructed
You sit on the bed,praying that everythings okay.
Soon, you hear shots from a gun.
Then silence
With the money that I would have gone to college with, and with what Ponyboy had saved, we had bought Soda his horse.
Soda came in, in his plaid camisa and jeans. His jaw dropped. Then he smile brighter than the sun.
He walked over to horse.
“Hey buddy,” he says, smiling, petting his nose.
“It took forever to get him to listen,” Ponyboy said.
“Yeah, I got myself and ornery pony.” Soda grins.
“You happy?” You ask Soda.
He just looks at you, smiles and nods his head.
“Yes. I am 100% serious.” He says, grinning.
“You’re joking.”
“No I’m not.” He laughs.
“Yes you are.”
“Come on (Y/N).”
“Fine.” You say.
You take the cerveja from his hand and chug it down.
“There.. Are you happy with my chugging skills?” You ask.
You had gotten tired of the New Years Party you were at, so you decided to have your own; complete with balloons, champagne, dancing, and the life of the party.
“This is fun,” you laugh as you look up to him.
“Yeah,” he laughs, as he dips you.
“Careful of the champagne, babe.”
“Sorry… Just trying to make things classy.” He laughs.
“You kidding me? This is some high class shit!” You laugh.
He glances at the clock.
“It’s 11:59,” he grins.
“Time for our New Year’s kiss,” you grin as you lean in.
“Not yet!” He yells, moving your face away. “It isn’t midnight yet!”
You laugh, then glance at the clock.
“Well, we missed it.” You pout. “It’s 12:01.”
“Looks like we have to wait a whole nother year.”
He pauses for a second, thinking.
“You.” He finally answers, smiling.
“That’s not one thing.” You roll your eyes and giggle.
“Yes it is. You are you. Without certain things, you wouldn’t be you. If you’re pretty eyes weren’t (eye color), you wouldn’t be you. If you didn’t snort when you laugh, you wouldn’t be you. If you didn’t randomly burst into song, you be you.
If you weren’t nice and sweet and funny, it wouldn’t be (Y/N). The (Y/N) I know, amor and adore.” He smiles as he kisses you on the cheek.
“Really?” You ask.
“Really.”
“Really really?”
“Really really.”
“Johnny how do you think this looks?” You ask, holding up a black dress to you.
“How am I supposed to know?” He groans as he leans on one of the shelves of the department store.
“Well, would I look good in it?” You ask, twirling the dress around.
“You’d look good in any clothes, honey.” He smiles at you.
“Any clothes?” You ask, scrunching your nose.
“But you also look good in no clothes, if that’s what you want to know,” he grins at you like a little kid. “So could you hurry up so I could see my favorito outfit on you?”
