tu had been watching re-runs of Mickey ratón in your room, wishing tu could see your boyfriend, Two-Bit, but you’re grounded. tu slipped off your jean shorts and started looking for something of Two-Bit’s that tu could wear. As tu buscar for his favorito! hoodie, tu hear a knock on your window. tu look and see your favorito! greaser guy standing there. tu slide open the window and he kisses tu before tu could say something. tu pulled away from him and whispered, “What are tu doing here? tu know I’m grounded!” He climbed into your purple room and wrapped his arms around you, “I couldn’t go another minuto without seeing my little Miney Mouse.” tu sat back down on your cama and Two-Bit lied down siguiente to you. He began brushing his fingers through tu hair, “You know what we haven’t done in a long time…” tu turned around quickly, “Keith, we aint doing it right now!” tu whisper-shouted, “We can’t, not with my mom sleeping siguiente to my room.” “Awe c’mon.” He dicho pulling tu close to him. He sucked on my neck and I giggled trying to pull him off of me. “Two-Bit stop!” tu paused after detaching him from your neck, “Did tu bring your car here?” tu ask him. His face lights up, “Yeah! Let’s go!” tu shush him, “Shut up! Okay, but a quick one. Let me grab some shorts.” He laughed, “I’m just gonna take them off of ya anyways.” tu laughed at him and hopped out the window. Good thing it’s a one-story house, tu can sneak out so much easier. tu guys run to his car, laughing and holding hands. He opens the door and tu lay down on the back seat. He gets on parte superior, arriba of tu then slams the door behind him, “Now where were we?” He questioned but tu interrupted him por pulling down his collar and roughly besar him. He already stuck his hand down your underwear, rubbing your slits. Your spine curled as he hit your G-spot. tu could feel him laughing as he kissed you. tu pushed away from him, “Why are tu laughing?” tu asked him, “Were doing it in my car.” He giggled. tu just smiled and pulled him back to your face. Even though tu guys were having sex, tu two still made jokes. tu undid his cinturón, correa and pushed down his pants probably to his knees o so. He pulled his hands away from your underwear and slipped it under tu shirt, cupping your breast. The kiss was getting sloppier, but tu didn’t care. tu ran your fingers through his sandy brown greaser hair. He removed his lips from yours and pulled his hand out of your shirt, “And now for the best part.” tu laughed at him, but tu loved the way he could joke around with anything. He slid down your panties and pushed his length into you. tu moaned as tu through your head back and bit your lip. He pressed his hand down against the seat, hovering his face over yours. He pushed in and out, tu moaned, “Faster, babe… Faster!” He did as tu commanded. tu dug your nails into his back; Two-Bit cringed but kept pumping inside you. In and out, up and down, he continued to push. He yelled, “AWE FUCK!” and he climaxed at the same time as tu did. He leaned his head down and breathed heavily. tu pulled up his chin, and looked him straight into his big tired eyes, “I amor tu so much Two-Bit.” He kissed tu softly, then looked around at his car, “Man, we sure did fog up the windows.”
The Outsiders is all about two gangs.The greasers and the socs.In the book the greasers are located on the east side of town and the socs are located on the south side of town.Some of the greasers are Ponyboy,Johnny,Dally,Darry,Steve,Sodapop,and Kieth(aka Two-Bit).Some of the socs names are Randy,Bob,and Cherry.Even though some of us don't like them I still have to put them in.It is a really good movie and book.this book has happy parts and sad parts,but,we all just have to get through it together.Like when Johnny kills Bob.Thats a happy part.the sad parts are when Johnny and Dally die.well that is all about the outsiders to learn más read the book and watch the movie.
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?”