“Ok, you remember how to go, accelerate, slow down and brake, right?” I ask (Y/N).
“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.
“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.
“Johnny.” You shake him. “Johnny.
He mumbles, half asleep. “What? It’s 2 in the morning.”
“I want some tacos. With bacon. And maybe some chocolate sauce.”
“What the hell.” He laughs. “What does this baby like to eat?”
“Apparently tacos with bacon, toucinho and chocolate sauce.” You say.
“Well, I’ll go make the baby some tacos.” He says, getting out of the cama in his boxers.
“Don’t forget the chocolate sauce!” You yell after him as you rub your belly.
You complain to your best friend as she literally drags you towards the Dingo.
“C’mon (Y/N), it’ll be fun! Two-Bit’s got a friend for you!” Cathy raises her eyebrows.
“Maybe I don’t want a friend,” you mutter, then stop.
Standing seguinte to Two-Bit was the hottest guy you had ever seen.
Maybe you did want a friend.
Cathy goes over and hugs Two-Bit, where you just stare at the boy and he stares back at you.
“I’m Dally,” he says, sticking out his hand.
You take it. “(Y/N).” You smile.
“It’s pretty,” he smiles. But then he erases the expression off his face. “I mean, it’s tuff babe.”
“You don’t need to act all tough around me, I know your cool.” You grin.
“You really think so?” He asks.
“Yeah… You’re pretty cute too.” You smile.
“Well, I know that.” He smiles. “But you’re cuter.”
“Maybe we should ditch this movie.”