آپ two spent the rest of the دن together. "I have to go home" ٹٹو کہا standing up. "Okay" آپ کہا and stood up with him. آپ walked him to the door and opened it. He hugged آپ tight not wanting to let go. آپ hugged him back the same way. "Bye babe" he کہا and walked away. "Bye" آپ کہا shutting the door. آپ walked back up stairs. آپ sat down on the سوفی, لٹانا and thought about the clothes آپ had on. Your P.o.V Why did I have these clothes? Would my parents tell me if I was a true Soc.? آپ thought about if they would. I don't think they would. Is it even possible to do that? Back to normal All these thoughts ran threw your head. The door opened as آپ still thought about the questions. It was your mom walked to the kitchen. "Hi honey" she کہا and smiled at you. "Hi" آپ mumbled. She came back into the living room and looked at you. "What's the matter?" "Nothing" آپ said. "Where'd آپ get the clothes" she کہا and smiled. "In my closet. Which is weird cause I don't dress in these clothes. Cause I'm a greaser. Don't ya think that's weird" آپ said. "No not at all" your mom said. آپ rolled your eyes. The اگلے morning آپ woke up to your mom sining. آپ walked into the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ as she was dressed in a dress and some highheels.
Darry’s Perspective
I never got to hold her.
We had tried so hard, and when (Y/N) finally got pregnant, it was like a miracle almost.
I should have known it was too good to be true.
I felt her kick; three times. And that was it.
I talked to her all the time.
And those five precious months was all I got with her.
And so here I sit, against the دیوار of the kitchen, بیئر in hand.
Five months.