Darry sits at the 表, テーブル in a pile of bills and paperwork. あなた hate seeing your boyfriend so stressed out over stuff, especially this. あなた sit across from him at the 表, テーブル just staring. "Can we do something?" あなた finally ask. "(Y/N), honey, I'd really 愛 to but I have to finish this." "Fiiiiine." あなた sigh. He looks up at あなた and sighs, then looks back down at the papers. あなた walk into the living room and turn on the TV. After a while, your tired of hearing Darry so frustrated so あなた walk back into the kitchen, and look him straight in the eye. He looks up at you. "What?" He grumbles. あなた just sigh and sit down across from him. "Can't あなた just leave this till tomorow?" あなた say. "Stop it." He says, frustrated. He sounded so angry and it wasn't like him. "Ple-" your cut off によって him yelling. "NO! (Y/N) I need to do this! Just go home! Gosh!" "Kay.." あなた say, trying to sound monotone but failing. He was never mean, and he never yelled at you. あなた walk out of the house in anger and head towards your car. As your walking あなた hear Darry call from behind you. "(Y/N)! Please don't go babe." あなた turn around angrily and suddenly yours eyes soften as あなた see Darry's eyes are red. "Why are あなた crying?" あなた say looking at him. "Because I thought あなた were gonna leave" Just then あなた smash your lips against his and hold there for a while, just taking it in. "Look, I would never leave for good. I just thought あなた needed space" あなた say looking away, feeling hurt that he wouldn't just tell あなた what was bugging him, obviously other than bills. "No." He says. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I always need あなた around and I never want あなた to leave... I 愛 you" あなた just hug him and he rocks あなた back and forth.
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 もっと見る 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 あなた and Mom meet?” The 12 年 old asked.
“I bet it was an epic 愛 story.” Eight 年 old Rhett says sarcastically.
“Was Mommy pretty when あなた 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 あなた a lot.” (Y/N) grinned from the doorway.
Seventeen.
Seventeen bottles of ビール I have drunk in the past 37 minutes.
Seventeen.
I pick up number eighteen, twist the キャップ off, and pour it down my throat. It’s tasteless.
I lean my head back against the ウォール 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 愛 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 愛 you.” I blurt out.
She looks surprised for a second. But then she grins.
“I 愛 あなた too.”