Later that night, bạn hear someone in the house. Thankfully Dally heard it too and he was wide awake. He quickley gets out of giường as bạn follow. bạn creep down the hallway and peek around the corner.
"Go back to the room," He says as bạn do what he instructed
bạn sit on the bed,praying that everythings okay.
Soon, bạn 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 áo sơ mi 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?” bạn 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 bạn are.”
“Come on (Y/N).”
“Fine.” bạn say.
bạn take the bia from his hand and chug it down.
“There.. Are bạn happy with my chugging skills?” bạn ask.
bạn had gotten tired of the New Years Party bạn were at, so bạn decided to have your own; complete with balloons, champagne, dancing, and the life of the party.
“This is fun,” bạn laugh as bạn 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!” bạn laugh.
He glances at the clock.
“It’s 11:59,” he grins.
“Time for our New Year’s kiss,” bạn grin as bạn lean in.
“Not yet!” He yells, moving your face away. “It isn’t midnight yet!”
bạn laugh, then glance at the clock.
“Well, we missed it.” bạn 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.” bạn roll your eyes and giggle.
“Yes it is. bạn are you. Without certain things, bạn wouldn’t be you. If you’re pretty eyes weren’t (eye color), bạn wouldn’t be you. If bạn didn’t snort when bạn laugh, bạn wouldn’t be you. If bạn didn’t randomly burst into song, bạn be you.
If bạn weren’t nice and sweet and funny, it wouldn’t be (Y/N). The (Y/N) I know, tình yêu and adore.” He smiles as he kisses bạn on the cheek.
“Really?” bạn ask.
“Really.”
“Really really?”
“Really really.”
“Johnny how do bạn think this looks?” bạn 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?” bạn ask, twirling the dress around.
“You’d look good in any clothes, honey.” He smiles at you.
“Any clothes?” bạn ask, scrunching your nose.
“But bạn also look good in no clothes, if that’s what bạn want to know,” he grins at bạn like a little kid. “So could bạn hurry up so I could see my yêu thích outfit on you?”