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added by mrsjohnnycade17
This The Outsiders تصویر contains ڈاؤن لوڈ ہونے والے, مزاحیہ کتاب, منگا, کارٹون, ہالی ووڈ, کامک بُک, اخبار, کاغذ, میگزین, رومال, بڑی, and لھیر. There might also be نیوز, نیوسستاند, پورٹریٹ, آرچر, closeup, تصویر, and ہیڈشوٹ.
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Darry and Dally looked at (Y/N) from the couch. She was talking with Soda on the front porch, smiling, laughing at what he said. They both thought آپ had a beautiful laugh, and that آپ were completely adorable.
Darry was jealous of Soda, he thought he could take better care of you, provide a better life.
Dally thought he could protect آپ more, and love آپ better.
Their hearts both broke as Soda leaned down to kiss you.
Darry and Dally looked at (Y/N) from the couch. She was talking with Soda on the front porch, smiling, laughing at what he said. They both thought آپ had a beautiful laugh, and that آپ were completely adorable.
Darry was jealous of Soda, he thought he could take better care of you, provide a better life.
Dally thought he could protect آپ more, and love آپ better.
Their hearts both broke as Soda leaned down to kiss you.
آپ groan and turn over. آپ had the flu. آپ were really sore,tired, and cold. آپ thought nothing could make آپ feel better.
“Hey, (Y/N), آپ hungry?” Your boyfriend Soda asks from the doorway.
آپ shake your head. “I’m just cold.” آپ sniffle.
“Well that can be fixed.” He says smiling.
He gets onto the bed, and snuggles close to you, and puts all the blankets on سب, سب سے اوپر of you.
“Soda, you’re gonna get sick and…”
“I don’t care… All I care about is you, and that you’re gonna feel better.”
The cars zoomed by.
“This makes me so nervous.” آپ say.
“Why?” Soda asks, smiling.
“What if the cars blow up, and we die? یا what if they crash? Or-“
“Hey it’s going to be fine,” He interrupts you. “Have some popcorn.”
“But what if I’m eating پاپ کارن, پوپکارن and the cars blow up and we die?”
“Then I’ll blow up and die eating پاپ کارن, پوپکارن with the girl I love.”
And he kisses آپ on the lips.
“Darry, how do آپ feel about kids?” آپ ask.
“About having kids?” He asked. آپ were nervous.
“Yeah.”
“I’ve never told anyone this really… But it’s been my goal in life to be a better father figure than I ever was to Soda یا Ponyboy… I thought I did a good job, but I know I could’ve done better.” He scratches his neck. “So yeah I’d want to have kids.”
“Well that’s good.” آپ smile.
“Why?” He asks. “You aren’t…” He starts, but then looks at you. “You are aren’t you?” His smile lights up the whole room.
آپ nod your head. He picks آپ up in a big برداشت, ریچھ hug.
“Daddy, do I look ok?” Grace asks. I put down my newspaper to look at my 15 سال old daughter. Wow.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” It pained me to see her going on her first date. But I was smiling.
“I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise.”
I grin. Exactly what her mother کہا to her dad on our first date.
“I know.” I manage to say. “You’re a good kid.”
“Not like Faith,” Grace grins. Oh my Faith. Nine years old and already had a “boyfriend”. She was completely hilarious.
“Not like Faith.” I smile.
I get up off the سوفی, لٹانا to give her a hug.
“I love آپ Daddy.”
“Love آپ too, sweetheart.”
“You’re still going to be the first boy I fell in love with.”
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Darry’s P.O.V
“Daddy?” Danny asks from the back seat. He was six now, and Olivia was one.
“What happened to your mommy and daddy?” He asks.
I don’t answer for a minute, just keep driving. What do I say?
“My mommy and daddy are hanging out in heaven.” Is all I can think of to say.
“They’re partying with Jesus?” Danny asks. “That’s cool!”
“Yeah, bud,” I smile. “Partying with Jesus.”
“Yes I do.” She says in that you’ve-told-me-a-million-times voice.
“Ok… Well are آپ sure آپ want to do this?” I ask nervously.
“I’m positive.” She says as she gives me a quick kiss on the lips.
“I swear, if آپ hurt yourself…” I shake my head.
The motorcycle starts, and goes forward. Instead of going with the motorcycle., she flips off backwards from it.
I immediately rush to (Y/N).
“Oh my god, (Y/N), are آپ ok? Are آپ hurt? Where are آپ hurt?” I say, head spinning. If she’s hurt badly I’ll just…
“Dally I’m fine.. The motorcycle-“
“Steve can fix the motorcycle. Are آپ ok? Where are آپ hurt? Do we need to go to the hospital?”
“Dally I’m fine!” She laughs.
“You worry me,” I say, as I scoop her into a hug.
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.
