“Do آپ like plants?”
“Ummm… Sure?” آپ answer your boyfriend Two-Bit.
“That’s not a good answer.”
“Ok I don’t like plants?”
“Wrong answer.”
“I like plants?”
“Good.”
“Why?”
“Because I got آپ one.” He looks up towards the ceiling.
“Oh…” آپ say, it finally clicking. “I like this plant.”
“Good.” He grins as he kisses you.
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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.