“I can’t believe あなた have to work on New Year’s Eve.” Ponyboy mumbles.
あなた give him a quick キッス on the cheek as あなた head towards the door. “I know, but I’ll be paid extra for working tonight.”
“Waiting tables?” He snorts.
あなた roll your eyes. “Well it is a holiday.” Not knowing what else to say about your profession, あなた add, “Lots of people go out tonight.”
“Can I visit あなた to get a New Year’s kiss?” He asks as あなた turn the doorknob to the front door.
あなた stop. あなた didn’t want him coming to see where あなた worked. “No,” あなた say quietly.
“Why not?”
“Just… No.” あなた say, and leave.
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The ベース pounded, the colored lights flashed.
あなた glance at the clock. Only 11:50. Another couple hours in this whore house.
Stripping wasn’t how you’d picture your future to be. It sorta just happened. あなた were desperate for money, and あなた apparently had the sex appeal for it.
あなた take a look in the bathroom mirror, your hair all curly, and your wearing this black leather and fishnet ensemble.
“You look so slutty.” あなた think to yourself.
What would Ponyboy think?
He’d be so disappointed in you.
And あなた just want to break down and cry, knowing how upset he’d be.
あなた fight back tears, not wanting to ruin your eyeliner and mascara.
あなた quickly 作成する yourself, あなた were on in 5.
あなた walk backstage in a daze, not really concentrating, ready just to be another pretty face and body for men to stare at.
The lights go dark on the stage, your cue to take your place at your pole, the one on the stage right.
The 音楽 starts, and the lights go up. あなた feel the beat, starting to slide down the pole.
As あなた turn around, kicking up your leg, あなた see him.
あなた see him, standing at the entrance, the look on his face killing you.
あなた instantly let go of the pole, stand up, and look at him, eyes starting to water.
“Bitch, get back to dancing!” Some drunk yells at you, but あなた ignore him, biting your lip to keep from sobbing.
あなた see him mouth something. At first あなた can’t make it out, but then あなた realize he’s saying: “I’m sorry.”
あなた shake your head, letting him know it’s not his fault.
He starts walking towards you, making his way through the crowd of men.
あなた hop off the stage, making your way towards him, as fast as your high heeled boots would carry you.
あなた run into his arms, which immediately ラップ around you, pulling あなた close. “I’m sorry.” He whispers. “I’m so sorry.”
あなた can’t help it now, the tears start to flow.
He pulls away, holding your face in your hands, trying to hold back tears himself. “You’re going to quit, alright? I’ll support you, I swear. We’ll find あなた a real job, and everything will be fine. I promise.”
All あなた can do is cry and nod, make up running down your face.
“5, 4, 3, 2-” the crowd counts down to signal the new year.
And his lips crash into yours.
“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” The club roars.
“This 年 will be different.” あなた sniffle.
あなた give him a quick キッス on the cheek as あなた head towards the door. “I know, but I’ll be paid extra for working tonight.”
“Waiting tables?” He snorts.
あなた roll your eyes. “Well it is a holiday.” Not knowing what else to say about your profession, あなた add, “Lots of people go out tonight.”
“Can I visit あなた to get a New Year’s kiss?” He asks as あなた turn the doorknob to the front door.
あなた stop. あなた didn’t want him coming to see where あなた worked. “No,” あなた say quietly.
“Why not?”
“Just… No.” あなた say, and leave.
******************
The ベース pounded, the colored lights flashed.
あなた glance at the clock. Only 11:50. Another couple hours in this whore house.
Stripping wasn’t how you’d picture your future to be. It sorta just happened. あなた were desperate for money, and あなた apparently had the sex appeal for it.
あなた take a look in the bathroom mirror, your hair all curly, and your wearing this black leather and fishnet ensemble.
“You look so slutty.” あなた think to yourself.
What would Ponyboy think?
He’d be so disappointed in you.
And あなた just want to break down and cry, knowing how upset he’d be.
あなた fight back tears, not wanting to ruin your eyeliner and mascara.
あなた quickly 作成する yourself, あなた were on in 5.
あなた walk backstage in a daze, not really concentrating, ready just to be another pretty face and body for men to stare at.
The lights go dark on the stage, your cue to take your place at your pole, the one on the stage right.
The 音楽 starts, and the lights go up. あなた feel the beat, starting to slide down the pole.
As あなた turn around, kicking up your leg, あなた see him.
あなた see him, standing at the entrance, the look on his face killing you.
あなた instantly let go of the pole, stand up, and look at him, eyes starting to water.
“Bitch, get back to dancing!” Some drunk yells at you, but あなた ignore him, biting your lip to keep from sobbing.
あなた see him mouth something. At first あなた can’t make it out, but then あなた realize he’s saying: “I’m sorry.”
あなた shake your head, letting him know it’s not his fault.
He starts walking towards you, making his way through the crowd of men.
あなた hop off the stage, making your way towards him, as fast as your high heeled boots would carry you.
あなた run into his arms, which immediately ラップ around you, pulling あなた close. “I’m sorry.” He whispers. “I’m so sorry.”
あなた can’t help it now, the tears start to flow.
He pulls away, holding your face in your hands, trying to hold back tears himself. “You’re going to quit, alright? I’ll support you, I swear. We’ll find あなた a real job, and everything will be fine. I promise.”
All あなた can do is cry and nod, make up running down your face.
“5, 4, 3, 2-” the crowd counts down to signal the new year.
And his lips crash into yours.
“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” The club roars.
“This 年 will be different.” あなた sniffle.
“You alright, babe?” He asks. あなた were lying on your stomach on 上, ページのトップへ of him.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” あなた say.
He strokes his hair. “You know, this could be us every night.”
“Yeah but we’d have kids, so it would be weird and awkward to do this every night. What if they had bad dreams または something?” あなた say.
“Ok, well then every other night.” He grins.
“That might work.” あなた laugh.
“By the looks of it, we’ll have lots of little kids on our hands.” He winks.