see that boy on the bottom left hand corner? thats Ponyboy. and now, whenever i think of him i think of that image. not Tommy Howell...at least, not anymore. but doesnt the drawn picture look so close? i think it does
1. he loves to read
2. he loves poesia
3. he loves to write
4. he wants to be a writer
5. hes a very deep person, bein a guy and all :D
6. he likes to watch sunsets
7. hes very good-looking (tho it wouldnt matter if he wasnt)
8. hes very smart
9. he swears (idk why, but i like that...)
10. we share ALOT, and when i say ALOT i mean ALOT, interests/we have ALOT in common
11. yeah. there would be mais but i cant think of everything. thats how much i amor him. i cant even name everything i amor bout him cuz theres too much
i just wish i was good enough for him...but i know im not....</3
It must have been about two in the morning, and the baby had been crying off and on again for hours.
“Hey baby girl, I got you. I got you.” He says, holding her up to his chest and rocking back and forth. “We’re all good. We’re all good.”
He walks around the room a few minutes, bouncing the baby up and down till she stops crying, and slowly starts to fall back asleep.
“Katherine Jane Winston,” he muttered, looking at his half asleep daughter. “You’re going to be so beautiful one day. You know that? I’ll do anything for you. Anything you need. Your daddy’s right here. And so is your big brother, and your mommy. But most of all I’m here, and I got you.” He smiles.
The baby snores softly, but he doesn’t want to put her down. He’s in love.
“Having a staring contest.” Soda says intensely.
“Umm… Ok?” You say.
“It’s all part of the epic battle of who gets to ask you out.” Steve says.
“What the hell, man!” Soda yelled, and slapped Steve’s arm.
“Owww.” Steve says, looking down to examine his arm.
“Haha yes, I win!” Soda laughs.
“Not fair man!” Steve yells.
They start going after each other.
Oh god.
