bạn two spent the rest of the ngày together. "I have to go home" ngựa con, ngựa, pony đã đưa ý kiến standing up. "Okay" bạn đã đưa ý kiến and stood up with him. bạn walked him to the door and opened it. He hugged bạn tight not wanting to let go. bạn hugged him back the same way. "Bye babe" he đã đưa ý kiến and walked away. "Bye" bạn đã đưa ý kiến shutting the door. bạn walked back up stairs. bạn sat down on the đi văng and thought about the clothes bạn had on. Your P.o.V Why did I have these clothes? Would my parents tell me if I was a true Soc.? bạn thought about if they would. I don't think they would. Is it even possible to do that? Back to normal All these thoughts ran threw your head. The door opened as bạn still thought about the questions. It was your mom walked to the kitchen. "Hi honey" she đã đưa ý kiến and smiled at you. "Hi" bạn mumbled. She came back into the living room and looked at you. "What's the matter?" "Nothing" bạn said. "Where'd bạn get the clothes" she đã đưa ý kiến and smiled. "In my closet. Which is weird cause I don't dress in these clothes. Cause I'm a greaser. Don't ya think that's weird" bạn said. "No not at all" your mom said. bạn rolled your eyes. The tiếp theo morning bạn woke up to your mom sining. bạn walked into the phòng bếp, nhà bếp as she was dressed in a dress and some highheels.
Darry’s Perspective
I never got to hold her.
We had tried so hard, and when (Y/N) finally got pregnant, it was like a miracle almost.
I should have known it was too good to be true.
I felt her kick; three times. And that was it.
I talked to her all the time.
And those five precious months was all I got with her.
And so here I sit, against the tường of the kitchen, bia in hand.
Five months.