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added by deedeeflower
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This The Outsiders تصویر contains بنگلی, کاٹیج, مکان, chainlink باڑ, چینلانک باڑ, برآمدہ, and سامنے پورچ. There might also be سائبان, سورج, sunblind, پال, سنشدی, and سنبلاند.
Later that night, آپ hear someone in the house. Thankfully Dally heard it too and he was wide awake. He quickley gets out of بستر as آپ follow. آپ creep down the hallway and peek around the corner.
"Go back to the room," He says as آپ do what he instructed
آپ sit on the bed,praying that everythings okay.
Soon, آپ hear shots from a gun.
Then silence
With the money that I would have gone to college with, and with what Ponyboy had saved, we had bought Soda his horse.
Soda came in, in his plaid شرٹ, قمیض and jeans. His jaw dropped. Then he smile brighter than the sun.
He walked over to horse.
“Hey buddy,” he says, smiling, petting his nose.
“It took forever to get him to listen,” Ponyboy said.
“Yeah, I got myself and ornery pony.” Soda grins.
“You happy?” آپ ask Soda.
He just looks at you, smiles and nods his head.
“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 had gotten tired of the New Years Party آپ were at, so آپ decided to have your own; complete with balloons, champagne, dancing, and the life of the party.
“This is fun,” آپ laugh as آپ look up to him.
“Yeah,” he laughs, as he dips you.
“Careful of the champagne, babe.”
“Sorry… Just trying to make things classy.” He laughs.
“You kidding me? This is some high class shit!” آپ laugh.
He glances at the clock.
“It’s 11:59,” he grins.
“Time for our New Year’s kiss,” آپ grin as آپ lean in.
“Not yet!” He yells, moving your face away. “It isn’t midnight yet!”
آپ laugh, then glance at the clock.
“Well, we missed it.” آپ pout. “It’s 12:01.”
“Looks like we have to wait a whole nother year.”
He pauses for a second, thinking.
“You.” He finally answers, smiling.
“That’s not one thing.” آپ roll your eyes and giggle.
“Yes it is. آپ are you. Without certain things, آپ wouldn’t be you. If you’re pretty eyes weren’t (eye color), آپ wouldn’t be you. If آپ didn’t snort when آپ laugh, آپ wouldn’t be you. If آپ didn’t randomly burst into song, آپ be you.
If آپ weren’t nice and sweet and funny, it wouldn’t be (Y/N). The (Y/N) I know, love and adore.” He smiles as he kisses آپ on the cheek.
“Really?” آپ ask.
“Really.”
“Really really?”
“Really really.”
“Johnny how do آپ think this looks?” آپ ask, holding up a black dress to you.
“How am I supposed to know?” He groans as he leans on one of the shelves of the department store.
“Well, would I look good in it?” آپ ask, twirling the dress around.
“You’d look good in any clothes, honey.” He smiles at you.
“Any clothes?” آپ ask, scrunching your nose.
“But آپ also look good in no clothes, if that’s what آپ want to know,” he grins at آپ like a little kid. “So could آپ hurry up so I could see my پسندیدہ outfit on you?”
the gang, obviously. and guess what??: I MEET THEM! ha
