“Ok, Joey, this is what tu gotta do. tu mover the gear into drive right? Because that’s what tu gotta do; drive. And tu lightly put your feet on the gas. Lightly. Unless you’re racing but tu shouldn’t do that… But if tu do I won’t tell your mother. Anyways , feet lightly on the gas, and tu see, tu mover forward. I’m not even touching the wheel. tu don’t want to have a death grip on the wheel, that’s bad. So when tu want to turn, tu gotta line up your mirrors with the corner you’re turning at, like this. And then tu turn the wheel, and straighten it back out… Ok now at this corner tu do the same thing, but tu just gotta watch for traffic.” por this time we had made our way around the block. “You think tu got it bud?” I ask Joey.
“Steven Randel, what do tu think you’re doing?” My wife (Y/N) yells from the front lawn.
“Teaching Joey how to drive.” I shrug.
“You’re teaching our six año old how to drive?” I look at Joey in the passenger seat, grinning like mad.
“Yeah.” I answer. “It’s a life skill.”
“Steven Randel, what do tu think you’re doing?” My wife (Y/N) yells from the front lawn.
“Teaching Joey how to drive.” I shrug.
“You’re teaching our six año old how to drive?” I look at Joey in the passenger seat, grinning like mad.
“Yeah.” I answer. “It’s a life skill.”
“Johnny.” tu shake him. “Johnny.
He mumbles, half asleep. “What? It’s 2 in the morning.”
“I want some tacos. With bacon. And maybe some chocolate sauce.”
“What the hell.” He laughs. “What does this baby like to eat?”
“Apparently tacos with tocino, bacon and chocolate sauce.” tu say.
“Well, I’ll go make the baby some tacos.” He says, getting out of the cama in his boxers.
“Don’t forget the chocolate sauce!” tu yell after him as tu rub your belly.
tu complain to your best friend as she literally drags tu towards the Dingo.
“C’mon (Y/N), it’ll be fun! Two-Bit’s got a friend for you!” Cathy raises her eyebrows.
“Maybe I don’t want a friend,” tu mutter, then stop.
Standing siguiente to Two-Bit was the hottest guy tu had ever seen.
Maybe tu did want a friend.
Cathy goes over and hugs Two-Bit, where tu just stare at the boy and he stares back at you.
“I’m Dally,” he says, sticking out his hand.
tu take it. “(Y/N).” tu smile.
“It’s pretty,” he smiles. But then he erases the expression off his face. “I mean, it’s tuff babe.”
“You don’t need to act all tough around me, I know your cool.” tu grin.
“You really think so?” He asks.
“Yeah… You’re pretty cute too.” tu smile.
“Well, I know that.” He smiles. “But you’re cuter.”
“Maybe we should ditch this movie.”