“Will you please tell me why?” You were sitting on the bathroom floor with him. You were still shaking from the silent sobs that racked your body.
“Baby look at me.” He whispers.
Your eyes meet his, and you loose it. You put your head into your hands and sob.
“Hey, hey everything’s fine. Shh babe, it’s ok. (Y/N) I promise,” he says as he picks you up an places you in his lap.
He rocks you back and forth for a few minutes, saying nothing. He looks down at your arm.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He mutters into your hair.
see that boy on the bottom left hand corner? thats Ponyboy. and now, whenever i think of him i think of that image. not Tommy Howell...at least, not anymore. but doesnt the drawn picture look so close? i think it does
1. he loves to read
2. he loves poetry
3. he loves to write
4. he wants to be a writer
5. hes a very deep person, bein a guy and all :D
6. he likes to watch sunsets
7. hes very good-looking (tho it wouldnt matter if he wasnt)
8. hes very smart
9. he swears (idk why, but i like that...)
10. we share ALOT, and when i say ALOT i mean ALOT, interests/we have ALOT in common
11. yeah. there would be more but i cant think of everything. thats how much i love him. i cant even name everything i love bout him cuz theres too much
i just wish i was good enough for him...but i know im not....</3
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“Yes. I am 100% serious.” He says, grinning.
“You’re joking.”
“No I’m not.” He laughs.
“Yes you are.”
“Come on (Y/N).”
“Fine.” You say.
You take the beer from his hand and chug it down.
“There.. Are you happy with my chugging skills?” You ask.
You knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
You hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
You went over to lot, to make sure things weren’t getting out of hand. If they were, you’d definately call the police.
It would risk them getting arrested, but you didn’t want any of them hurt; or dead.
You saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
You start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a punch to the face.
You fall into the mud, shocked by the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
You feel a hand on your shoulder as you get up. You grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” you thought. “This is fun.”
You understood why they liked these so much.
