あなた woke up 次 to あなた boyfriend Dally. あなた fell asleep によって him last night. あなた two had thrown a party last night for your フレンズ birthday. あなた walked down stairs to make breakfast. あなた were making eggs as あなた felt something around your waist. "Hey baby" Dally 発言しました and put his head on your back. "Hey Dal" あなた said. He walked to the キッチン 表, テーブル and waited for the breakfast. あなた put it on the 表, テーブル and watched Dally eat it. あなた sat down and ate with him. After あなた ate あなた did the dishes cause あなた knew Dally wasn't going to. "Hey babe what do あなた want to do today?" "I don't know" あなた 発言しました and turned around and looked at him. He put his arms on both sides of あなた and put his forehead against yours. "We could have some fun in the bedroom if ya know what I mean" he 発言しました and kissed you. "No Dal" あなた 発言しました and pushed him away. "Babe" he 発言しました as あなた walked away and he grabbed your hand. "Dal あなた know I'm way younger than you" あなた said. "So" he 発言しました and shrugged his shoulders. "You know I hate to think about it" あなた 発言しました and crossed your arms. "Please just this once?" あなた hesitated before answering. "Fine Dal just this once" あなた 発言しました as he picked あなた up and carried あなた to his room. That 日 the two of あなた didn't come out of his room for a long time.
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.”
“This was my mom’s,” he mutters. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will あなた marry me?”