You had been watching re-runs of Mickey rato in your room, wishing you could see your boyfriend, Two-Bit, but you’re grounded. You slipped off your jean shorts and started looking for something of Two-Bit’s that you could wear. As you procurar for his favorito hoodie, you hear a knock on your window. You look and see your favorito greaser guy standing there. You slide open the window and he kisses you before you could say something. You pulled away from him and whispered, “What are you doing here? You know I’m grounded!” He climbed into your purple room and wrapped his arms around you, “I couldn’t go another minuto without seeing my little Miney Mouse.” You sat back down on your cama and Two-Bit lied down seguinte to you. He began brushing his fingers through you hair, “You know what we haven’t done in a long time…” You turned around quickly, “Keith, we aint doing it right now!” You whisper-shouted, “We can’t, not with my mom sleeping seguinte to my room.” “Awe c’mon.” He said pulling you close to him. He sucked on my neck and I giggled trying to pull him off of me. “Two-Bit stop!” You paused after detaching him from your neck, “Did you bring your car here?” You ask him. His face lights up, “Yeah! Let’s go!” You shush him, “Shut up! Okay, but a quick one. Let me grab some shorts.” He laughed, “I’m just gonna take them off of ya anyways.” You laughed at him and hopped out the window. Good thing it’s a one-story house, you can sneak out so much easier. You guys run to his car, laughing and holding hands. He opens the door and you lay down on the back seat. He gets on topo, início of you then slams the door behind him, “Now where were we?” He questioned but you interrupted him por pulling down his colarinho, colar and roughly beijar him. He already stuck his hand down your underwear, rubbing your slits. Your spine curled as he hit your G-spot. You could feel him laughing as he kissed you. You pushed away from him, “Why are you laughing?” You asked him, “Were doing it in my car.” He giggled. You just smiled and pulled him back to your face. Even though you guys were having sex, you two still made jokes. You undid his cinto, correia and pushed down his pants probably to his knees or so. He pulled his hands away from your underwear and slipped it under you shirt, cupping your breast. The kiss was getting sloppier, but you didn’t care. You ran your fingers through his sandy brown greaser hair. He removed his lips from yours and pulled his hand out of your shirt, “And now for the best part.” You laughed at him, but you loved the way he could joke around with anything. He slid down your panties and pushed his length into you. You moaned as you through your head back and bit your lip. He pressed his hand down against the seat, hovering his face over yours. He pushed in and out, you moaned, “Faster, babe… Faster!” He did as you commanded. You dug your nails into his back; Two-Bit cringed but kept pumping inside you. In and out, up and down, he continued to push. He yelled, “AWE FUCK!” and he climaxed at the same time as you did. He leaned his head down and breathed heavily. You pulled up his chin, and looked him straight into his big tired eyes, “I amor you so much Two-Bit.” He kissed you softly, then looked around at his car, “Man, we sure did fog up the windows.”
The Outsiders is all about two gangs.The greasers and the socs.In the book the greasers are located on the east side of town and the socs are located on the south side of town.Some of the greasers are Ponyboy,Johnny,Dally,Darry,Steve,Sodapop,and Kieth(aka Two-Bit).Some of the socs names are Randy,Bob,and Cherry.Even though some of us don't like them I still have to put them in.It is a really good movie and book.this book has happy parts and sad parts,but,we all just have to get through it together.Like when Johnny kills Bob.Thats a happy part.the sad parts are when Johnny and Dally die.well that is all about the outsiders to learn mais read the book and watch the movie.
Ponyboy’s Perspective
“Dad?”
“Yeah, Scar?” I say, looking away from the football game I was watching. I was holding Ella, she was 4 months old now.
“How did you and Mom meet?” The 12 ano old asked.
“I bet it was an epic amor story.” Eight ano old Rhett says sarcastically.
“Was Mommy pretty when you met her?” Charlie, who was five now, asked.
“The prettiest girl I’d ever seen.” I smiled down at him. “Until Scar and Ella came along. Now I know the three prettiest girls in the world. Anyways, there’s not much to tell. I saw her one day, and I fell in love. I thought she didn’t like me…”
“Nah, I like you a lot.” (Y/N) grinned from the doorway.
Seventeen.
Seventeen bottles of cerveja I have drunk in the past 37 minutes.
Seventeen.
I pick up number eighteen, twist the boné, cap off, and pour it down my throat. It’s tasteless.
I lean my head back against the mural from where I sit on the floor of my basement.
I see a football. Danny’s football. It used to be Danny’s football. Now it’s just some football my son used to hold, used to play with. It probably smelled like him. Part of me wanted to go pick it up, the other part of me didn’t wanted to be reminded of the last time we played football together.
I pick up number nineteen, and out of the corner of my eye see (Y/N)’s old dolls, something we thought we could use for our little girl someday.
But that’s not going to happen.
I know what happened. I saw their mangled, bruised, broken, dead bodies after their accident.
I pick up number twenty.
Oh God how was I going to say this.
The rest of my life depended on this.
She was just perfect. In every way possible. She was beautiful. Kind. Sweet. Funny. Understanding. Just (Y/N).
And I needed to tell her.
Tell her how much I needed her, wanted her, and had to have her. It was a feeling beyond comprehension. It was love.
I needed to tell her I loved her.
So here I am, sitting in the lot, looking at the stars with (Y/N). Doing something I amor with the one I love.
I look over at her, her eyes gleaming from the light of the fire.
“(Y/N)?” I ask as I grab her hand.
“Yeah?” She turns to face me.
“I-I think…” I start.
“Just say it,” she smiles.
“I amor you.” I blurt out.
She looks surprised for a second. But then she grins.
“I amor you too.”
“This was my mom’s,” he mutters. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you marry me?”