"Pleeeeasaeeeee babe" "no ngựa con, ngựa, pony I am not going with bạn to see gone with the wind..again!" bạn whine to your boyfriend. "Please ill Kiss bạn if bạn go!" "You'll Kiss me anyway!" bạn say. "Is that a challenge?" "I think it is!" bạn taunt "I bet I can go 4 hours with out kissing you!" "Ain't no way! If bạn can go 4 hours ill see gone with the wind with you!" "It's on baby" "Hmmmm who am I gonna Kiss for the tiếp theo four hours?" bạn say just to make him mad. "You wouldn't dare!" "Oh but I would!...SODA!!!" bạn tell up the stairs. "Yeah Hun!!!!!"he hollers back. "WILL bạn MAKE OUT WITH. ME FOR THE tiếp theo FOUR HOURS!!!" bạn hear laughing...then falling...then bạn see Soda stand up and the bottom of the stairs. "Why the hell do bạn want to make out with me when ponyboy is right tiếp theo to you!"he says out of breath. "Cuz ngựa con, ngựa, pony won't make out with me" bạn say in a 'duh' voice. "Fine let me get dressed though" he then runs up the stairs. And Darry walks out. "What was all that?" He asks "Oh I'm gonna make out with soda for the tiếp theo four hours because ngựa con, ngựa, pony refuses to Kiss me unless I see gone with the wind with him" bạn shrugged as If it was no big deal. "Oh.... well first of all im a wayyy better kisser than soda" he winks. "and một giây didn't y'all already see that" bạn nod. "Four times!" ngựa con, ngựa, pony adds. Darry face palms but walks out the door anyway. A few phút later Sodapop came down stairs. "You ready for that make out session doll?" He asks with a wink. "Oh bạn know it hun" bạn wink back. He comes over and sits beside you, he slowly leans in and bạn do the same. The một giây your lips meet bạn hear ngựa con, ngựa, pony get up. He pushes soda off bạn and ngựa con, ngựa, pony yells "no uh huh hands off she's mine" then starts mumbling stuff bạn don't quite catch. He sits down beside bạn and presses his lips to yours. bạn pull away "I win" bạn whisper before kissing him again.
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?”