“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” A boy about your age says, truly apologetic. He grabs your hand and pulls آپ up. آپ find his eyes, and آپ see how cute he is. He looks at you, stunned. “I’m… Really sorry.” He says as he stares into your eyes.
“It’s fine.” آپ blush. “I would have fallen anyway, I’m clumsy.” آپ say, brushing off your legs.
“Well if آپ did, I’d catch you.” He grins. “Anyways, I’m Ponyboy. What about you?”
“(Y/N).” آپ grin.
“I like that name. So.. Uh what brings آپ to the camp?”’
“I love the lake.” آپ smile. “My dad used to call me The Little Mermaid. I’m all about water. Since dad died, mom really doesn’t know what to do with me… So she sends me here.” آپ shrug.
“Oh.” He says with understanding. “I know how آپ feel. I live with my brothers, sometimes I think they don’t know what to do with me.”
“That must suck.”
“It probably sucks for آپ more, since it’s your mom.”
آپ talk for the whole free time, but it seems like only minutes. آپ seemed to learn everything about him, and he learned everything about you.
“I’ll see آپ around, (Y/N).”
“Tomorrow?” آپ ask.
“Tomorrow.” He smiles.
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The اگلے دن at free time, آپ met at the same place he had plowed آپ over.
“Hey.” He grins, sitting on the picnic bench.
“Hey.” آپ smile, sliding اگلے to him. “Miss me?” آپ joke.
“Actually, yeah. I really like spending time with you.” He smiles, putting his hand on your leg.
“Me too.” آپ grin, blushing.
“Really?” He asks.
“Yeah.”
He leans over, and unexpectedly kisses you. آپ give in, tongues dancing.
He pulls away, smile bright as the sun.
“Well, Little Mermaid, why don’t we go swimming?” He says, standing up and taking your hand.
“I don’t know…” آپ start.
“Why not?”
“Well… I think I look fat in my bikini.” آپ admit.
“You’re beautiful and definitely not fat.” He says giving آپ a quick kiss on the cheek.
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In the dining hall, آپ feel someone grab your waist as your in the buffet line.
“Hey,” he whispers in your ear, nuzzling your neck.
“Hey… Calm it down on the PDA.” آپ whisper.
“I know I know.” He laughs. “Meet me at the lake, tonight?”
“I don’t know…” آپ start.
“Please? It’ll be a good time. Just me and you.”
“What time?” آپ smile, giving in.
“1:30.” He smiles, giving آپ a quick kiss on the cheek, and darting away.
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The full moon was reflected in the clear, still lake.
He was sitting with his back to آپ on the beach, looking out in the water. The muscles in his back were flexed and tense.
آپ come up behind him, kissing his bare shoulder.
He turns his head to smile at you.
“You came.” He says.
“I wouldn’t miss it.” آپ smile.
آپ lean in, mouths colliding. Tongues battling. Fingers running through each others hair.
He pulls away. “Wanna get in the water?” He asks, raising his eyebrows, flashing a grin.
“I didn’t bring a swimsuit…”
“You’ll look better with nothing on.” He blushes.
“Fine.” آپ groan. As he gets in tot he water, آپ slip off your شرٹ, قمیض and shorts. آپ put your toes on the edge of the water.
“Everything’s gotta come off.” He calls from the water.
آپ give him a look. “Really?”
“Really.”
آپ unclasp your bra and slip it off, throwing it with your other clothes. آپ slide your panties off, putting it into the pile as well. آپ see him bite his lip, eyes on you.
آپ cover your chest with your arms as آپ آپ make your way through the shallow water.
آپ meet Ponyboy when the water is up to just below your shoulder blades, arms still covering your bare chest.
He gently grabs your arms, pulling them off your chest.
“Don’t hide, you’re beautiful. I told آپ that before.” He mutters.
He tilts your chin up, and goes in for the kiss. Your fingers running through his hair, آپ سوئنگ, جھول your legs up and لپیٹ, لفاف کریں them around his waist, his hands supporting آپ سے طرف کی your thighs.
His lips اقدام from your mouth to your neck, leaving bites and kisses all the way down. آپ groan.
Without any warning, he lets آپ drop a little, and rams into you.
آپ gasp, not expecting it.
“You a virgin?” He asks, slightly out of breath.
Wow. Now he asks. “Guess not anymore.” آپ say.
“Tell me if I hurt آپ ok? I couldn’t live with my self I did…”
“I’ll be fine.”
He starts sliding in and out, slow; than faster with each thrust. آپ groan into his shoulder, fingers running through his hair.
آپ were almost there.
“Hold out a little longer, babe.” He grunts.
Another thrust, and آپ both hit your high, together.
آپ bury your head into his collarbone to muffle your scream. The pain mixed with the pleasure have آپ and adrenaline rush like never before.
He drops آپ a little.
“You alright?” He asks, breathing heavily.
آپ nod your head, catching your breath.
“Want to do it again?” He asks.
Before he’s even finished, your already sucking on his neck.
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آپ aren’t exactly sure what you’re humming to… But it’s something.
“Hey, (Y/N), have آپ seen my-” “THUD!” آپ rip open the شاور curtain to see your boyfriend had tripped over the doorway.
“Oh my god, Two-Bit, are آپ ok?!?” آپ gasp.
He looks up at you. “Oh my god you’re in the shower!” He yells.
آپ yank the curtain back, covering yourself up.
“Two-Bit, are آپ ok honey?”you ask.
“After seeing that I’m not.” He says. “Damn, your beautiful.” He says, blushing.
“What a pig.” آپ laugh.
آپ knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
آپ hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
آپ went over to lot, to make sure things weren’t getting out of hand. If they were, you’d definately call the police.
It would risk them getting arrested, but آپ didn’t want any of them hurt; یا dead.
آپ saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
آپ start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a مککا, عجیب الخلقت to the face.
آپ fall into the mud, shocked سے طرف کی the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
آپ feel a hand on your shoulder as آپ get up. آپ grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” آپ thought. “This is fun.”
آپ understood why they liked these so much.
“(Y/N), please stay out of this.” Darry says, eyes still locked on his younger brother.
“She has a point.” Ponyboy snorts.
“Don’t use that tone with me, young man.” Darry says, voice raised.
“Who went and made آپ dad?” Ponyboy asked, shrugging his shoulders.
“You take that back.” Darry says, lunging for Ponyboy.
They start beating up on each other, nothing serious. Brothers will be brothers.
“Hey! Knock it off!” آپ say, trying to separate them on the ground.
Smack!
آپ fall back, the hit getting آپ hard.
The boys freeze, realizing they’ve hit you.
“Ow!” آپ say. “That was my boob!”
They burst out laughing.
“Oh my god, Steve. Your eye.” آپ say as آپ remove the ice pack.
“It’s just bump.” He grins.
“A bump? Honey, it’s a huge black eye. It’s مزید like an egg.” آپ say.
“Old Man can still pack a punch, huh?”
“Steve, آپ need to get out of there.” آپ say matter-of-factly.
“I got nowhere to go.”
“You can stay with the Curtises. یا me. I just don’t like seeing آپ hurt.” آپ whisper.
“I’d rather it be me than you.” He says.
“What?” He asks, glancing over at you.
“You’re gonna get pulled over,” آپ say, rolling your eyes.
“Do آپ think I’d care?” He laughed.
“Dallas Winston, I am shocked and appalled آپ just کہا that to me and ran that red light.” آپ laugh. “I’m horrified at your driving skills. Remind me not to get into a car with آپ again.”
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Light cracked the sky open. The crash that followed jolted آپ awake. آپ sit up in your bed, wide eyed with fear.
آپ had been afraid of thunderstorms since آپ were little… something about it just frightened آپ to no end.
The sound of your boyfriend breathing calmed آپ down. The rhythmic deep breathing soothed you, only for a second.
Another crack lit up the sky, with a giant boom that followed.
“Dally.” آپ shake your boyfriend awake.
“Babe… what’s the ma-” He stops as he sees your eyes, wide with fear. He sits up straight and wraps his arms around آپ pulling آپ close. “You’re fine… You’re fine.” He whispers, rocking آپ back and forth. “I got you. I promise. I got you.” Hands running through your hair.
“I just don’t like them.” آپ mumble into his bare chest.
“I know. I know.” He say. “But I still got you. I promise.”
But آپ were already asleep again.
آپ had been afraid of thunderstorms since آپ were little… something about it just frightened آپ to no end.
The sound of your boyfriend breathing calmed آپ down. The rhythmic deep breathing soothed you, only for a second.
Another crack lit up the sky, with a giant boom that followed.
“Dally.” آپ shake your boyfriend awake.
“Babe… what’s the ma-” He stops as he sees your eyes, wide with fear. He sits up straight and wraps his arms around آپ pulling آپ close. “You’re fine… You’re fine.” He whispers, rocking آپ back and forth. “I got you. I promise. I got you.” Hands running through your hair.
“I just don’t like them.” آپ mumble into his bare chest.
“I know. I know.” He say. “But I still got you. I promise.”
But آپ were already asleep again.
this is the smartass Steve Randle
heres yet another poem that i wrote. enjoy!
i cried when i looked at the sky
it reminded me of آپ
my tears were hot with love
and affection for آپ
i want آپ so bad, honey
youre all ive ever wanted
but i guess thats too much to ask
God wont give me you, im haunted
so i stay up at night with آپ سے طرف کی my side
but thats only a dream
its never anything real
baby, i wish آپ knew me
if only آپ were real in my reality
youre real in my imaginatin
but daydreaming isnt enough
i want your affection
i really do wish آپ knew who i am
but your love i will never get
your affection i will never feel
but, before, we HAVE met
i read about your story
and i truly am sorry
آپ suffered a great loss and your pain i feel
and i wanted to say to you: Ponyboy, آپ are the مصنف of your own life story
i cried when i looked at the sky
it reminded me of آپ
my tears were hot with love
and affection for آپ
i want آپ so bad, honey
youre all ive ever wanted
but i guess thats too much to ask
God wont give me you, im haunted
so i stay up at night with آپ سے طرف کی my side
but thats only a dream
its never anything real
baby, i wish آپ knew me
if only آپ were real in my reality
youre real in my imaginatin
but daydreaming isnt enough
i want your affection
i really do wish آپ knew who i am
but your love i will never get
your affection i will never feel
but, before, we HAVE met
i read about your story
and i truly am sorry
آپ suffered a great loss and your pain i feel
and i wanted to say to you: Ponyboy, آپ are the مصنف of your own life story
the whole fictional outsiders gang...but if they are in my world, are they REALLY fictional?
