“Will آپ please tell me why?” آپ were sitting on the bathroom floor with him. آپ were still shaking from the silent sobs that racked your body.
“Baby look at me.” He whispers.
Your eyes meet his, and آپ loose it. آپ put your head into your hands and sob.
“Hey, ارے everything’s fine. Shh babe, it’s ok. (Y/N) I promise,” he says as he picks آپ up an places آپ in his lap.
He rocks آپ back and forth for a few minutes, saying nothing. He looks down at your arm.
“You’re beautiful, آپ know that?” He mutters into your hair.
see that boy on the bottom left hand corner? thats Ponyboy. and now, whenever i think of him i think of that image. not Tommy Howell...at least, not anymore. but doesnt the drawn picture look so close? i think it does
1. he loves to read
2. he loves poetry
3. he loves to write
4. he wants to be a writer
5. hes a very deep person, bein a guy and all :D
6. he likes to watch sunsets
7. hes very good-looking (tho it wouldnt matter if he wasnt)
8. hes very smart
9. he swears (idk why, but i like that...)
10. we share ALOT, and when i say ALOT i mean ALOT, interests/we have ALOT in common
11. yeah. there would be مزید but i cant think of everything. thats how much i love him. i cant even name everything i love bout him cuz theres too much
i just wish i was good enough for him...but i know im not....</3
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“Yes. I am 100% serious.” He says, grinning.
“You’re joking.”
“No I’m not.” He laughs.
“Yes آپ are.”
“Come on (Y/N).”
“Fine.” آپ say.
آپ take the بیئر from his hand and chug it down.
“There.. Are آپ happy with my chugging skills?” آپ ask.
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.
