You looked at him. "I'm moving" you said. His smiled faded into a frown. Next week You got moved into the house. You moved into the rich neiborhood. You hated it there so much. "Y/N you have to start dressing like a Soc." your mom said. "Fine" you said and folded your arms. You called Ruthie as soon as you moved in. You had a week off of school. "Hello?" "Hi Ruthie it's Y/N" you said and smiled. "Oh hi so you got moved in?" "Yeah. But I was wondering if you wanted to go shopping with me?" "Yeah for what?" "I'll tell you when I see you" you said. "Okay where do you want me to meet you?" "At the park" you said and hungup the phone. You grabbed ypur money and ran out the door. Your mom was at work.you saw Ruthie at the park as you smiled at her as she did to. "Why do we need Togo shopping?" "Cause I'm a Soc. now" you said. "Oh yeah. Why do you need me?" "So you can help me with clothes" you said. "Okay" she said. The two of you went to the clothing store and shopped. You got tons of dresses, skirts, collected shirts, and sweatshirts. The two of you walked back to your house. "Nice place" she said and looked at it more. "Thanks" you said. "Do you still get confused on where to go in it?" "Yeah" you said. "I did to" she said
Technically speaking, the definition of tough is not cool, but strong enough to withstand adverse conditions or rough or careless handling.” Ross says.
You look in amazement at your boyfriend Ponyboy. Is he really friends with this geek?
Ponyboy smiles and nods, telling you “I know this kid is a frickin insane genius.”
“Well… That’s interesting.” You say.
You look at Ponyboy. “So how much do we have to leave for a tip?” You were at the diner, hanging out for lunch.
“She was a quality waitress, so 20%. We each owe her 1 dollar.” Ross pipes up. He starts to make hand gestures to explain the process.”Since the bill was 15 dollars, we each paid 5 dollars. 20% of 15 is 3… So it’d be a 3 dollar tip, one dollar each.”
You look at him, stunned.
You could not to do math to save your life.
“You should have him along more often.” You whisper to Ponyboy.
You look in amazement at your boyfriend Ponyboy. Is he really friends with this geek?
Ponyboy smiles and nods, telling you “I know this kid is a frickin insane genius.”
“Well… That’s interesting.” You say.
You look at Ponyboy. “So how much do we have to leave for a tip?” You were at the diner, hanging out for lunch.
“She was a quality waitress, so 20%. We each owe her 1 dollar.” Ross pipes up. He starts to make hand gestures to explain the process.”Since the bill was 15 dollars, we each paid 5 dollars. 20% of 15 is 3… So it’d be a 3 dollar tip, one dollar each.”
You look at him, stunned.
You could not to do math to save your life.
“You should have him along more often.” You whisper to Ponyboy.
Ponyboy’s Perspective
“Dad, why does Jesus have a scary beard?” My eight year old Rhett whispers.
“I don’t know…Maybe they couldn’t shave back then.” I whisper back.
“Oh,” he nods. It seemed to make sense to him.
Twelve year old Scarlett looked over at us, trying to see what all the whispering was about. I waved my hand at her to tell her it wasn’t important.
Charlie had crawled into my lap halfway through the sermon. He was five now, but still my little man. He was half asleep by now.
(Y/N) was at home, on bed rest. Ella or Robert could be born any day now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.
“Dad, why does Jesus have a scary beard?” My eight year old Rhett whispers.
“I don’t know…Maybe they couldn’t shave back then.” I whisper back.
“Oh,” he nods. It seemed to make sense to him.
Twelve year old Scarlett looked over at us, trying to see what all the whispering was about. I waved my hand at her to tell her it wasn’t important.
Charlie had crawled into my lap halfway through the sermon. He was five now, but still my little man. He was half asleep by now.
(Y/N) was at home, on bed rest. Ella or Robert could be born any day now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.
“What’s the prettiest thing about me?” You ask your boyfriend.
He pauses for a second, thinking.
“You.” He finally answers, smiling.
“That’s not one thing.” You roll your eyes and giggle.
“Yes it is. You are you. Without certain things, you wouldn’t be you. If you’re pretty eyes weren’t (eye color), you wouldn’t be you. If you didn’t snort when you laugh, you wouldn’t be you. If you didn’t randomly burst into song, you be you.
If you weren’t nice and sweet and funny, it wouldn’t be (Y/N). The (Y/N) I know, love and adore.” He smiles as he kisses you on the cheek.
“Really?” You ask.
“Really.”
“Really really?”
“Really really.”
He pauses for a second, thinking.
“You.” He finally answers, smiling.
“That’s not one thing.” You roll your eyes and giggle.
“Yes it is. You are you. Without certain things, you wouldn’t be you. If you’re pretty eyes weren’t (eye color), you wouldn’t be you. If you didn’t snort when you laugh, you wouldn’t be you. If you didn’t randomly burst into song, you be you.
If you weren’t nice and sweet and funny, it wouldn’t be (Y/N). The (Y/N) I know, love and adore.” He smiles as he kisses you on the cheek.
“Really?” You ask.
“Really.”
“Really really?”
“Really really.”
You and Ponyboy are sitting on the climbers at the park and watching the sunset. You really like Ponyboy but you don't know if he feels the same way back. All of a sudden he turns to you and begins to look you straight in the eyes. Your hearts slips a beat and you begin to blush, looking down. He lightly lifts your chin and says "(Y/N), I have an important question to ask you and I've been waitin' for the right time to ask you." You sit there speechless waiting for what comes next. Ponyboy slows begins to lean in and his lips meet yours. You accept them willingly. When the kiss ends you are both smiling and Ponyboy asks "Does that mean you'll be my girl?" You reply "Of course!" And you begin to kiss again
Ponyboy’s Perspective
I was at the drive in, smiling at the screen while eating popcorn. Man, this movie had some twisted shit in it. It was quite hilarious. I had to keep myself from laughing. The characters were all idiots.
I look over at Y/N to see her hands covering her eyes. I didn’t even notice it till now.
“Babe, you ok?” I whisper.
“Ponyboy, I’m fuckin freaked out. I am not ok!”
“I’m right here, you’ll be fine.”
“Ponyboy I’m not fine!”
“Yes you are I promise.” I pry her hands from her eyes. “You see, it isn’t so bad.”
She screams at the sight of the murderer chopping someone’s head off, and buries her head in my shoulder.
“Ok, maybe you’re not fine,” I say under my breath.
“Hey (Y/N?)”
“What?” She mumbles into my shoulder.
“Wanna get out of here? I can see this movie with the guys anytime.”
You should’ve seen her run out of her seat.
I was at the drive in, smiling at the screen while eating popcorn. Man, this movie had some twisted shit in it. It was quite hilarious. I had to keep myself from laughing. The characters were all idiots.
I look over at Y/N to see her hands covering her eyes. I didn’t even notice it till now.
“Babe, you ok?” I whisper.
“Ponyboy, I’m fuckin freaked out. I am not ok!”
“I’m right here, you’ll be fine.”
“Ponyboy I’m not fine!”
“Yes you are I promise.” I pry her hands from her eyes. “You see, it isn’t so bad.”
She screams at the sight of the murderer chopping someone’s head off, and buries her head in my shoulder.
“Ok, maybe you’re not fine,” I say under my breath.
“Hey (Y/N?)”
“What?” She mumbles into my shoulder.
“Wanna get out of here? I can see this movie with the guys anytime.”
You should’ve seen her run out of her seat.
