“Could あなた be any もっと見る immature?” あなた laugh as your boyfriend plays with the bubbles.
He shoots あなた a look. “Yes, yes i could. あなた have no idea what I’m capable of.” He grins.
あなた laugh.
“Come on, you’re having fun. Tell me you’re having fun.”
“I’m having the time of my life.” あなた roll your eyes.
“You’re having fun. Say it with me. Ha-ving fun.”
あなた went into the bathroom to take a shower, but somehow had winded up in the bathtub with your completely immature boyfriend.
“Ha-ving fun.” あなた sigh, giving up.
“I know あなた would.” He grins as he leans over to キッス you.
あなた splash him, annoyed.
“That is not cool.” he says. “You see, I’m a nice person so I’m not going to splash you. It’s what nice people do.”
“I thought I was the nicest person in the world.”
“I just 発言しました I was a nice person. Not the nicest person in the world.”
“You might as well be.” あなた grin as あなた lean over to peck him on the cheek.
He shoots あなた a look. “Yes, yes i could. あなた have no idea what I’m capable of.” He grins.
あなた laugh.
“Come on, you’re having fun. Tell me you’re having fun.”
“I’m having the time of my life.” あなた roll your eyes.
“You’re having fun. Say it with me. Ha-ving fun.”
あなた went into the bathroom to take a shower, but somehow had winded up in the bathtub with your completely immature boyfriend.
“Ha-ving fun.” あなた sigh, giving up.
“I know あなた would.” He grins as he leans over to キッス you.
あなた splash him, annoyed.
“That is not cool.” he says. “You see, I’m a nice person so I’m not going to splash you. It’s what nice people do.”
“I thought I was the nicest person in the world.”
“I just 発言しました I was a nice person. Not the nicest person in the world.”
“You might as well be.” あなた grin as あなた lean over to peck him on the cheek.
His tongue ran down your stomach. It sent chills up your back. It felt amazing.
His tongue went back up to your lips as he started to unclasp your bra. He got it off, and threw it across the room.
But instead of it hitting the floor with a thud…
“Not on my couch.” Darry says, bra in hand
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“Yeah?” He says, looking over at you.
“I found this in the attic.” あなた say, tossing it over to him.
It was his baby blanket, a dark blue color.
He looks at it wide eyed, just taking in the memories.
“What about this?” He asks, still looking at the blanket.
“Well I thought our baby would like it.”
“Planning ahead huh?” He grins.
“Only 8 eight months ahead.” あなた smile.
He looks up at あなた in surprise.
“You’re pregnant?” He asks, standing up from the ソファー, ソファ to face you.
あなた just smile.
He scoops あなた up into a giant hug.
How were あなた going to tell him あなた got laid off?
Y’all needed money… あなた had just bought a house, and money was short.
So of course あなた had to lose your job.
あなた walking into your house, and flop onto the couch. あなた were pretty much done with all the stress.
Darry walked out of the bathroom, towel around his waist.
“What’s up babe?” He said, chuckling at the sight of あなた sprawled on the couch.
“I got laid off.” あなた mumble.
He’s silent for a second, taking this in. “I’ll pick up another shift.” He says.
“No, no.. あなた don’t have to…” あなた start.
“No.. I’d make もっと見る money than あなた would. It’s gonna be fine I promise.”
He picks up the naked two 年 old and plops him into the bath. “There. Your in. Stay in.”
あなた were holding baby Stephanie, who would not stop crying. Why did あなた and Dally even agree to watch Johnny’s kids? This wasn’t a great experience.
“Hey, (Y/N), look at this,” Dally grins.
あなた look in the bathroom to see Josh, sitting in the tub, his hair greased back, smiling like a maniac.
あなた can’t help but burst out laughing, only making the baby cry more.
“Stephie, shut the hell up!” Josh says from the tub.
“Josh!” あなた scold. あなた glare at Dally.
“It wasn’t me!” Dally says.
“Yeah right.” あなた say, rolling your eyes.
“In my opinion, we are the greatest babysitters ever.” Dally said, smiling.
“Hey,” Dally whispers in your ear.
“Hey,”you whisper back.
“You’re parents home?”
“Yeah, they’re asleep.”
“So nothing fun?”
“Dally, あなた pig.” あなた laugh.
“Nah, I 愛 just cuddling with you.” He says, snuggling closer to your body.
You’re silent for awhile, feeling the heat of his body.
“I 愛 you.” あなた whisper.
“Not as much as I 愛 you.” He squeezes you.
“Are あなた crying?” あなた ask as he walks in.
“No.” He mutters, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.
“Yes あなた are, あなた big softie,” Ponyboy grins.
“Is she all ok?” Soda asks, still sniffling.
“Yes, she’s in perfect condition.” The doctor grins. ” 6 pounds, 9 ounces. あなた want to hold her?” He asks Soda.
Soda just nods his head. The doctor hands him the baby.
(OK INSERT SODA BABY IMAGINE HERE TO GET SODA FEELINGS)
Soda just smiles.
“Hey, Grace.” He says softly. “Hey.”
“She looks like you.” Ponyboy says to あなた as he looks over Soda’s shoulder at his niece.
“Pretty, just like her mom.” Soda glances at you.
I had it all ready.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
