You two spent the rest of the dia together. "I have to go home" pónei, pônei said standing up. "Okay" you said and stood up with him. You walked him to the door and opened it. He hugged you tight not wanting to let go. You hugged him back the same way. "Bye babe" he said and walked away. "Bye" you said shutting the door. You walked back up stairs. You sat down on the sofá and thought about the clothes you had on. Your P.o.V Why did I have these clothes? Would my parents tell me if I was a true Soc.? You thought about if they would. I don't think they would. Is it even possible to do that? Back to normal All these thoughts ran threw your head. The door opened as you still thought about the questions. It was your mom walked to the kitchen. "Hi honey" she said and smiled at you. "Hi" you mumbled. She came back into the living room and looked at you. "What's the matter?" "Nothing" you said. "Where'd you get the clothes" she said and smiled. "In my closet. Which is weird cause I don't dress in these clothes. Cause I'm a greaser. Don't ya think that's weird" you said. "No not at all" your mom said. You rolled your eyes. The seguinte morning you woke up to your mom sining. You walked into the cozinha as she was dressed in a dress and some highheels.
Darry’s Perspective
I never got to hold her.
We had tried so hard, and when (Y/N) finally got pregnant, it was like a miracle almost.
I should have known it was too good to be true.
I felt her kick; three times. And that was it.
I talked to her all the time.
And those five precious months was all I got with her.
And so here I sit, against the mural of the kitchen, cerveja in hand.
Five months.