tu walked into the Curtis house and tu saw Ponyboy sitting there lectura his book. "Hey Pony, are tu ready to read 'Gone with the wind?' " "Yeah hang on, hola Soda, can tu come here for a minute." tu and Ponyboy have been friends for a couple days now and he promised he would mostrar tu his favorito! book, and tu never knew he had a brother. "Hey Pony--" Soda walked in with no camisa, camiseta on, only a towel. His jaw dropped and he blushed. "Hi, I'm Sodapop," "I'm Alex," tu couldn't stop looking into his beautiful eyes. "Well Alex, how about I take tu to the dingo for a coke?" tu nod but then remember that tu were really there to get that book. "Oh, pony, I'm sorry, can I please go?" "I ain't your parent, sure tu can go and here take the book, tu can read it to Soda." Soda took your hand and began leading tu out the door. "Hey sodapop!" poni, pony yelled, "you know tu only got a towel on?" Soda blushed and gave tu a quick kiss then ran to go get cloths.
tu and Two-bit are sitting on the sofá watching Mickey ratón and playing around. tu throw palomitas de maiz, palomitas de maíz at him occasionally and he just laughs. tu have been dating for about 4 months now. tu throw a piece of pop maíz and it hits him right in the face, and he turns around slowly, a slight smirk growing on his face as tu begin to giggle. He lunges for tu as he begins to tickle you, but this time tu fight back and playfully wrestle him. tu two roll around wrestling on the floor for about 2 minutes, and tu stop when he ends up on parte superior, arriba of you. tu look into each others eyes for what feels like forever, and finally he slowly moves his face closer to yours and kisses you. "I amor tu (Y/N)" he whispers, and leans in for another kiss.
Later that night, tu hear someone in the house. Thankfully Dally heard it too and he was wide awake. He quickley gets out of cama as tu follow. tu creep down the hallway and peek around the corner.
"Go back to the room," He says as tu do what he instructed
tu sit on the bed,praying that everythings okay.
Soon, tu hear shots from a gun.
Then silence
With the money that I would have gone to college with, and with what Ponyboy had saved, we had bought Soda his horse.
Soda came in, in his plaid camisa, camiseta and jeans. His jaw dropped. Then he smile brighter than the sun.
He walked over to horse.
“Hey buddy,” he says, smiling, petting his nose.
“It took forever to get him to listen,” Ponyboy said.
“Yeah, I got myself and ornery pony.” Soda grins.
“You happy?” tu ask Soda.
He just looks at you, smiles and nods his head.
“Yes. I am 100% serious.” He says, grinning.
“You’re joking.”
“No I’m not.” He laughs.
“Yes tu are.”
“Come on (Y/N).”
“Fine.” tu say.
tu take the cerveza from his hand and chug it down.
“There.. Are tu happy with my chugging skills?” tu ask.
tu had gotten tired of the New Years Party tu were at, so tu decided to have your own; complete with balloons, champagne, dancing, and the life of the party.
“This is fun,” tu laugh as tu look up to him.
“Yeah,” he laughs, as he dips you.
“Careful of the champagne, babe.”
“Sorry… Just trying to make things classy.” He laughs.
“You kidding me? This is some high class shit!” tu laugh.
He glances at the clock.
“It’s 11:59,” he grins.
“Time for our New Year’s kiss,” tu grin as tu lean in.
“Not yet!” He yells, moving your face away. “It isn’t midnight yet!”
tu laugh, then glance at the clock.
“Well, we missed it.” tu pout. “It’s 12:01.”
“Looks like we have to wait a whole nother year.”
He pauses for a second, thinking.
“You.” He finally answers, smiling.
“That’s not one thing.” tu roll your eyes and giggle.
“Yes it is. tu are you. Without certain things, tu wouldn’t be you. If you’re pretty eyes weren’t (eye color), tu wouldn’t be you. If tu didn’t snort when tu laugh, tu wouldn’t be you. If tu didn’t randomly burst into song, tu be you.
If tu weren’t nice and sweet and funny, it wouldn’t be (Y/N). The (Y/N) I know, amor and adore.” He smiles as he kisses tu on the cheek.
“Really?” tu ask.
“Really.”
“Really really?”
“Really really.”
“Johnny how do tu think this looks?” tu ask, holding up a black dress to you.
“How am I supposed to know?” He groans as he leans on one of the shelves of the department store.
“Well, would I look good in it?” tu ask, twirling the dress around.
“You’d look good in any clothes, honey.” He smiles at you.
“Any clothes?” tu ask, scrunching your nose.
“But tu also look good in no clothes, if that’s what tu want to know,” he grins at tu like a little kid. “So could tu hurry up so I could see my favorito! outfit on you?”