“Wanna dance?” He asked, eyebrows raised, smirk on his face.
It was the night of the eighth grade dance; which tu had no fecha for. tu were going stag, being the loser tu were, until your best friend Ponyboy showed up.
“You serious?” tu ask.
“C’mon it’d be fun… And hilarious. We’d basically be making fun of all these kids. That’s one of our favorito! things to do.” He grins.
“Fine.” tu mutter as tu grab his hand and lead him out to the dance floor.
tu stand in front of him, slightly raising your head to meet his eyes. He smiles.
“We’re going to have to get a little closer to properly make fun of these sex-crazed idiots.” He grins, putting his hands on your waist and pulled tu close, bodies pressed against each other.
“That’s better.” He mumbles.
The música starts, him starting to grind on you.
tu stand there, completely shocked. Your relationship had never, ever been sexual. You’d always had feeling about him… But tu thought nothing would ever happen to between us.
“You gotta do it to…” He whispers in your ear. “I don’t want it to look like I’m assaulting you. Even though I’m having fun…”
“We’ll, tu asked for it.” tu grinned.
tu start moving your hips in synch, locking eyes with him, biting your lip.
tu see the smile cruzar, cruz his face, and tu start to laugh softly. Just for show, tu turn around and start getting low.
“Excuse me, this dancing is starting to get out of hand.” A teacher comes over, trying to wedge between you, but decides it wouldn’t be a good idea.
Ponyboy is trying not to laugh, his face turning red. “I’ll be more… Uh less provocative.” He finally says.
“Just… Take it outside…” The teacher walks away, shaking his head.
It was the night of the eighth grade dance; which tu had no fecha for. tu were going stag, being the loser tu were, until your best friend Ponyboy showed up.
“You serious?” tu ask.
“C’mon it’d be fun… And hilarious. We’d basically be making fun of all these kids. That’s one of our favorito! things to do.” He grins.
“Fine.” tu mutter as tu grab his hand and lead him out to the dance floor.
tu stand in front of him, slightly raising your head to meet his eyes. He smiles.
“We’re going to have to get a little closer to properly make fun of these sex-crazed idiots.” He grins, putting his hands on your waist and pulled tu close, bodies pressed against each other.
“That’s better.” He mumbles.
The música starts, him starting to grind on you.
tu stand there, completely shocked. Your relationship had never, ever been sexual. You’d always had feeling about him… But tu thought nothing would ever happen to between us.
“You gotta do it to…” He whispers in your ear. “I don’t want it to look like I’m assaulting you. Even though I’m having fun…”
“We’ll, tu asked for it.” tu grinned.
tu start moving your hips in synch, locking eyes with him, biting your lip.
tu see the smile cruzar, cruz his face, and tu start to laugh softly. Just for show, tu turn around and start getting low.
“Excuse me, this dancing is starting to get out of hand.” A teacher comes over, trying to wedge between you, but decides it wouldn’t be a good idea.
Ponyboy is trying not to laugh, his face turning red. “I’ll be more… Uh less provocative.” He finally says.
“Just… Take it outside…” The teacher walks away, shaking his head.
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 tu and Mom meet?” The 12 año old asked.
“I bet it was an epic amor story.” Eight año old Rhett says sarcastically.
“Was Mommy pretty when tu 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 tu a lot.” (Y/N) grinned from the doorway.
Seventeen.
Seventeen bottles of cerveza I have drunk in the past 37 minutes.
Seventeen.
I pick up number eighteen, twist the gorra, cap off, and pour it down my throat. It’s tasteless.
I lean my head back against the muro 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 amor 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 amor you.” I blurt out.
She looks surprised for a second. But then she grins.
“I amor tu too.”
“This was my mom’s,” he mutters. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will tu marry me?”