آپ had been watching re-runs of Mickey ماؤس in your room, wishing آپ could see your boyfriend, Two-Bit, but you’re grounded. آپ slipped off your jean shorts and started looking for something of Two-Bit’s that آپ could wear. As آپ تلاش for his پسندیدہ hoodie, آپ hear a knock on your window. آپ look and see your پسندیدہ greaser guy standing there. آپ slide open the window and he kisses آپ before آپ could say something. آپ pulled away from him and whispered, “What are آپ doing here? آپ know I’m grounded!” He climbed into your purple room and wrapped his arms around you, “I couldn’t go another منٹ without seeing my little Miney Mouse.” آپ sat back down on your بستر and Two-Bit lied down اگلے to you. He began brushing his fingers through آپ hair, “You know what we haven’t done in a long time…” آپ turned around quickly, “Keith, we aint doing it right now!” آپ whisper-shouted, “We can’t, not with my mom sleeping اگلے to my room.” “Awe c’mon.” He کہا pulling آپ close to him. He sucked on my neck and I giggled trying to pull him off of me. “Two-Bit stop!” آپ paused after detaching him from your neck, “Did آپ bring your car here?” آپ ask him. His face lights up, “Yeah! Let’s go!” آپ shush him, “Shut up! Okay, but a quick one. Let me grab some shorts.” He laughed, “I’m just gonna take them off of ya anyways.” آپ laughed at him and hopped out the window. Good thing it’s a one-story house, آپ can sneak out so much easier. آپ guys run to his car, laughing and holding hands. He opens the door and آپ lay down on the back seat. He gets on سب, سب سے اوپر of آپ then slams the door behind him, “Now where were we?” He questioned but آپ interrupted him سے طرف کی pulling down his کالر and roughly kissing him. He already stuck his hand down your underwear, rubbing your slits. Your spine curled as he hit your G-spot. آپ could feel him laughing as he kissed you. آپ pushed away from him, “Why are آپ laughing?” آپ asked him, “Were doing it in my car.” He giggled. آپ just smiled and pulled him back to your face. Even though آپ guys were having sex, آپ two still made jokes. آپ undid his بیلٹ, پٹی and pushed down his pants probably to his knees یا so. He pulled his hands away from your underwear and slipped it under آپ shirt, cupping your breast. The kiss was getting sloppier, but آپ didn’t care. آپ ran your fingers through his sandy brown greaser hair. He removed his lips from yours and pulled his hand out of your shirt, “And now for the best part.” آپ laughed at him, but آپ loved the way he could joke around with anything. He slid down your panties and pushed his length into you. آپ moaned as آپ through your head back and bit your lip. He pressed his hand down against the seat, hovering his face over yours. He pushed in and out, آپ moaned, “Faster, babe… Faster!” He did as آپ commanded. آپ dug your nails into his back; Two-Bit cringed but kept pumping inside you. In and out, up and down, he continued to push. He yelled, “AWE FUCK!” and he climaxed at the same time as آپ did. He leaned his head down and breathed heavily. آپ pulled up his chin, and looked him straight into his big tired eyes, “I love آپ so much Two-Bit.” He kissed آپ softly, then looked around at his car, “Man, we sure did fog up the windows.”
آپ started walking towards him, your nerves coming through. “What if he doesn’t remember me?” آپ thought. But he couldn’t. آپ used to be best friends.
آپ walk up behind him, he was talking to that Johnny kid that آپ sometimes hung out with. He was also with Two-Bit.
“Still trying to grease that hair, hood?” آپ laugh from behind him.
He whirls around. “(Y/N)?”
آپ smile at him. He runs toward آپ a scoops آپ up into a big برداشت, ریچھ hug.
“Oh my god I missed you.” He muttered as he set آپ down, and began stroking your hair. Well that was… Different.
“Missed آپ too.” آپ squeezed him.
“Well look at what we’ve got here… Damn آپ were like, nine the last time we saw you? ارے Ponyboy…She’s really uh ‘grown up’, hasn’t she?” Two-Bit laughs.
“Shut up,” Ponyboy mutters. But he was looking at you.
And آپ locked eyes.
Ad everything changed.
“Dad, why does Jesus have a scary beard?” My eight سال old Rhett whispers.
“I don’t know…Maybe they couldn’t shave back then.” I whisper back.
“Oh,” he nods. It seemed to make sense to him.
Twelve سال old Scarlett looked over at us, trying to see what all the whispering was about. I waved my hand at her to tell her it wasn’t important.
Charlie had crawled into my lap halfway through the sermon. He was five now, but still my little man. He was half asleep سے طرف کی now.
(Y/N) was at home, on بستر rest. Ella یا Robert could be born any دن now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.