Last night was a complete blur. bạn had went to a party with your boyfriend Dally and had a few too many drinks, and now bạn weren't feeling so good. When bạn wake up, bạn find your boyfriend Dally passed out beside bạn on the bed. He looks extremely cute when he's sleeping. bạn get up out of giường and walk into the kitchen, head throbbing from a headache. bạn sit down at the bàn and rest your head in your hands. "Maggie?" bạn hear him say with a raspy morning voice. "What.." bạn grumble, not feeling so good. He leans against the doorframe, just staring at you. He smiles when bạn turn around, confused, and then rushes off the get ready for work. He's all ready, and you're still sitting there, feeling worse than ever. He looks at you, and immediately sighs. "Babe?" He says, quietly. "Hmm?" Is all bạn can manage to get out. "Go back to bed." He says. bạn don't move, so he picks bạn up and brings bạn to bed, pulling the comforter over you. He kisses bạn gently, and walks out of the room. When bạn wake up, bạn can smell soup. 'Must of left it for me' bạn think, but when bạn walk into the phòng bếp, nhà bếp to see your boyfriend putting súp into a bowl, bạn can't help but laugh. He isn't normally like this. When bạn sit down, bạn study his face before asking. "Why bạn being so nice?" He stares at you, shocked, before he speaks up. "Why do bạn gotta be so darn cute?" He winks and kisses your temple. Then, he takes bạn to the living room, where bạn two cuddle and watch all your favourite movies, just enjoying each others company.
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 thêm 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 bạn and Mom meet?” The 12 năm old asked.
“I bet it was an epic tình yêu story.” Eight năm old Rhett says sarcastically.
“Was Mommy pretty when bạn 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 bạn a lot.” (Y/N) grinned from the doorway.
Seventeen.
Seventeen bottles of bia I have drunk in the past 37 minutes.
Seventeen.
I pick up number eighteen, twist the mũ lưỡi trai, cap off, and pour it down my throat. It’s tasteless.
I lean my head back against the tường 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 tình yêu 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 tình yêu you.” I blurt out.
She looks surprised for a second. But then she grins.
“I tình yêu bạn too.”
“This was my mom’s,” he mutters. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will bạn marry me?”