bạn looked at him and sat down on a bench. "Sure" bạn đã đưa ý kiến as he sat down bởi you. "I'm a Soc." bạn đã đưa ý kiến still hating the fact bạn were one. "What?" "I'm a Soc. then a greaser" bạn đã đưa ý kiến not knowing how to explain it. "So bạn were a Soc. then became a greaser?" "Yes" bạn said. "How what happened?" "My dad died in a car crash" bạn đã đưa ý kiến as his face became pale as yours did to. "Really my parents died in a train crash" he said. "Oh my god ngựa con, ngựa, pony I'm sorry" bạn đã đưa ý kiến feeling thêm bad for him. "It's fine" he said. tiếp theo week bạn walked in to the phòng bếp, nhà bếp to find your mom with a big smile. "What's that mom?" bạn đã đưa ý kiến as she held a white paper with lots if words. "We have enough money to di chuyển into a richer neighborhood" she đã đưa ý kiến as happy as she could. Your tim, trái tim stopped in unhappiness. bạn didn't want to leave Ponyboy bạn lived close to him. "When are we moving?" "Not sure. We will go and look at houses" she said. "Okay" bạn đã đưa ý kiến and smiled a fake smile. She walked out of the room and into a different one. " mom I'm going to Ruthies" bạn said. bạn ran out the door to Ruthies. The two of bạn were good enough Những người bạn bạn would just walk into the house. bạn ran into her house as her parents weren't home. "Ruthie!" She came out of the phòng bếp, nhà bếp and smiled once she saw you.
It must have been about two in the morning, and the baby had been crying off and on again for hours.
“Hey baby girl, I got you. I got you.” He says, holding her up to his chest and rocking back and forth. “We’re all good. We’re all good.”
He walks around the room a few minutes, bouncing the baby up and down till she stops crying, and slowly starts to fall back asleep.
“Katherine Jane Winston,” he muttered, looking at his half asleep daughter. “You’re going to be so beautiful one day. bạn know that? I’ll do anything for you. Anything bạn need. Your daddy’s right here. And so is your big brother, and your mommy. But most of all I’m here, and I got you.” He smiles.
The baby snores softly, but he doesn’t want to put her down. He’s in love.
“Having a staring contest.” Soda says intensely.
“Umm… Ok?” bạn say.
“It’s all part of the epic battle of who gets to ask bạn out.” Steve says.
“What the hell, man!” Soda yelled, and slapped Steve’s arm.
“Owww.” Steve says, looking down to examine his arm.
“Haha yes, I win!” Soda laughs.
“Not fair man!” Steve yells.
They start going after each other.
Oh god.