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You aren’t exactly sure what you’re humming to… But it’s something.
“Hey, (Y/N), have you seen my-” “THUD!” You rip open the chuveiro curtain to see your boyfriend had tripped over the doorway.
“Oh my god, Two-Bit, are you ok?!?” You gasp.
He looks up at you. “Oh my god you’re in the shower!” He yells.
You yank the curtain back, covering yourself up.
“Two-Bit, are you ok honey?”you ask.
“After seeing that I’m not.” He says. “Damn, your beautiful.” He says, blushing.
“What a pig.” You laugh.
You knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
You hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
You went over to lot, to make sure things weren’t getting out of hand. If they were, you’d definately call the police.
It would risk them getting arrested, but you didn’t want any of them hurt; or dead.
You saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
You start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a soco to the face.
You fall into the mud, shocked por the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
You feel a hand on your shoulder as you get up. You grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” you thought. “This is fun.”
You understood why they liked these so much.
“(Y/N), please stay out of this.” Darry says, eyes still locked on his younger brother.
“She has a point.” Ponyboy snorts.
“Don’t use that tone with me, young man.” Darry says, voice raised.
“Who went and made you dad?” Ponyboy asked, shrugging his shoulders.
“You take that back.” Darry says, lunging for Ponyboy.
They start beating up on each other, nothing serious. Brothers will be brothers.
“Hey! Knock it off!” You say, trying to separate them on the ground.
Smack!
You fall back, the hit getting you hard.
The boys freeze, realizing they’ve hit you.
“Ow!” You say. “That was my boob!”
They burst out laughing.
“Oh my god, Steve. Your eye.” You say as you remove the ice pack.
“It’s just bump.” He grins.
“A bump? Honey, it’s a huge black eye. It’s mais like an egg.” You say.
“Old Man can still pack a punch, huh?”
“Steve, you need to get out of there.” You say matter-of-factly.
“I got nowhere to go.”
“You can stay with the Curtises. Or me. I just don’t like seeing you hurt.” You whisper.
“I’d rather it be me than you.” He says.
“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.
this is the smartass Steve Randle
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
the whole fictional outsiders gang...but if they are in my world, are they REALLY fictional?
