tu two spent the rest of the día together. "I have to go home" poni, pony dicho standing up. "Okay" tu dicho and stood up with him. tu walked him to the door and opened it. He hugged tu tight not wanting to let go. tu hugged him back the same way. "Bye babe" he dicho and walked away. "Bye" tu dicho shutting the door. tu walked back up stairs. tu sat down on the sofá and thought about the clothes tu had on. Your P.o.V Why did I have these clothes? Would my parents tell me if I was a true Soc.? tu thought about if they would. I don't think they would. Is it even possible to do that? Back to normal All these thoughts ran threw your head. The door opened as tu still thought about the questions. It was your mom walked to the kitchen. "Hi honey" she dicho and smiled at you. "Hi" tu mumbled. She came back into the living room and looked at you. "What's the matter?" "Nothing" tu said. "Where'd tu get the clothes" she dicho and smiled. "In my closet. Which is weird cause I don't dress in these clothes. Cause I'm a greaser. Don't ya think that's weird" tu said. "No not at all" your mom said. tu rolled your eyes. The siguiente morning tu woke up to your mom sining. tu walked into the cocina as she was dressed in a dress and some highheels.
Darry’s Perspective
I never got to hold her.
We had tried so hard, and when (Y/N) finally got pregnant, it was like a miracle almost.
I should have known it was too good to be true.
I felt her kick; three times. And that was it.
I talked to her all the time.
And those five precious months was all I got with her.
And so here I sit, against the muro of the kitchen, cerveza in hand.
Five months.