One día tu are walking to the park to the fuente tu love. tu decided to leave the house because your parents got into an argument. tu hate when your parents fight. When tu arrive at the park, tu see this boy crying por the fountain. He was very good-looking. He was a greaser with black greasy hair and tan skin. He had a ripped-up jean chaqueta with ripped jean pants. tu walk up to him.
"Hey, are tu ok?" tu ask.
He looks up at tu with a sad look.
"I- I'm fine," he says as he wipes his eyes.
tu notice he has a few bruises on his face and a scar on his left cheek. As tu sat down, he raised his head from his arms and looked at you. tu saw his eyes and they were a very dark brown. So dark that they were almost black.
"Why are tu crying?" tu ask him nervously.
"Uh- I just- got beat up por my parents and a few Socs," he dicho sniffling.
tu know these guys. They are the rich kids that live on the Southside of town. They were always picking a fight with kids, especially greasers. Suddenly tu realize that tu were angry. tu felt the angry rise in your body. The boy sitting siguiente to tu seemed so harmless and innocent. He was very quiet and shy. tu hate it when people hurt other people especially kids. I was so angry at the fact that his parents would do such things to him.
"What's your name?" tu ask trying to stay calm.
"Johnny," he dicho while looking at you.
"What's yours?"
"I'm (y/n)"
"C'mon it'll be ok," tu say trying to help Johnny up.
As tu both were on your feet, tu ask Johnny,
"How did tu get your scar?"
"Uh- I was jumped a few months hace and the guy had a few rings," Johnny says while rubbing his scar gently.
tu could feel the anger rise in tu again but tu took a deep breath in and out. Right, when I was gonna ask his age, he said,
"What a pretty girl like tu walking por yourself around here?"
tu could feel your cheeks turning red and tu looked away.
"Umm- my parents were fighting. I don't like when they argue, so I just come here," tu dicho looking at your feet.
Then Johnny took your hand unexpectedly and said,
"Don't worry I'll protect you" then he kissed tu on your cheek.
"C'mon I want tu to meet a few of my buddies," he dicho still holding your hand and staring deeply in your eyes with a smile on his face.
"Sure!" tu dicho blushing uncontrollably. tu could tell this was the start of a strong friendship. o maybe it could be more.
"Hey, are tu ok?" tu ask.
He looks up at tu with a sad look.
"I- I'm fine," he says as he wipes his eyes.
tu notice he has a few bruises on his face and a scar on his left cheek. As tu sat down, he raised his head from his arms and looked at you. tu saw his eyes and they were a very dark brown. So dark that they were almost black.
"Why are tu crying?" tu ask him nervously.
"Uh- I just- got beat up por my parents and a few Socs," he dicho sniffling.
tu know these guys. They are the rich kids that live on the Southside of town. They were always picking a fight with kids, especially greasers. Suddenly tu realize that tu were angry. tu felt the angry rise in your body. The boy sitting siguiente to tu seemed so harmless and innocent. He was very quiet and shy. tu hate it when people hurt other people especially kids. I was so angry at the fact that his parents would do such things to him.
"What's your name?" tu ask trying to stay calm.
"Johnny," he dicho while looking at you.
"What's yours?"
"I'm (y/n)"
"C'mon it'll be ok," tu say trying to help Johnny up.
As tu both were on your feet, tu ask Johnny,
"How did tu get your scar?"
"Uh- I was jumped a few months hace and the guy had a few rings," Johnny says while rubbing his scar gently.
tu could feel the anger rise in tu again but tu took a deep breath in and out. Right, when I was gonna ask his age, he said,
"What a pretty girl like tu walking por yourself around here?"
tu could feel your cheeks turning red and tu looked away.
"Umm- my parents were fighting. I don't like when they argue, so I just come here," tu dicho looking at your feet.
Then Johnny took your hand unexpectedly and said,
"Don't worry I'll protect you" then he kissed tu on your cheek.
"C'mon I want tu to meet a few of my buddies," he dicho still holding your hand and staring deeply in your eyes with a smile on his face.
"Sure!" tu dicho blushing uncontrollably. tu could tell this was the start of a strong friendship. o maybe it could be more.
He picks up the naked two año old and plops him into the bath. “There. Your in. Stay in.”
tu were holding baby Stephanie, who would not stop crying. Why did tu and Dally even agree to watch Johnny’s kids? This wasn’t a great experience.
“Hey, (Y/N), look at this,” Dally grins.
tu look in the bathroom to see Josh, sitting in the tub, his hair greased back, smiling like a maniac.
tu can’t help but burst out laughing, only making the baby cry more.
“Stephie, shut the hell up!” Josh says from the tub.
“Josh!” tu scold. tu glare at Dally.
“It wasn’t me!” Dally says.
“Yeah right.” tu say, rolling your eyes.
“In my opinion, we are the greatest babysitters ever.” Dally said, smiling.
“Hey,” Dally whispers in your ear.
“Hey,”you whisper back.
“You’re parents home?”
“Yeah, they’re asleep.”
“So nothing fun?”
“Dally, tu pig.” tu laugh.
“Nah, I amor just cuddling with you.” He says, snuggling closer to your body.
You’re silent for awhile, feeling the heat of his body.
“I amor you.” tu whisper.
“Not as much as I amor you.” He squeezes you.
“Are tu crying?” tu ask as he walks in.
“No.” He mutters, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.
“Yes tu are, tu big softie,” Ponyboy grins.
“Is she all ok?” Soda asks, still sniffling.
“Yes, she’s in perfect condition.” The doctor grins. ” 6 pounds, 9 ounces. tu want to hold her?” He asks Soda.
Soda just nods his head. The doctor hands him the baby.
(OK INSERT SODA BABY IMAGINE HERE TO GET SODA FEELINGS)
Soda just smiles.
“Hey, Grace.” He says softly. “Hey.”
“She looks like you.” Ponyboy says to tu as he looks over Soda’s shoulder at his niece.
“Pretty, just like her mom.” Soda glances at you.
I had it all ready.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
“Oh?” tu ask.
“Yeah… Uh tu know.” He shrugs.
“I don’t know,” tu laugh.
“You’ll see,” he grins.
tu walk into his room, and your jaw drops.
Your panties were all on his floor.
“Oh my god Dally!” tu say.
“You obviously didn’t get the message.” He says laughing.
tu look closer at the piles of your underwear. It spells out “PROM?”
“Oh my god,” tu laugh.
“Is that a yes?” He grins.
“Yes!” tu say still laughing.
“I just need tu to help me out with something…”
“What?” tu ask.
“I’m missing the dot under the pregunta mark…”