anda had been watching re-runs of Mickey mouse in your room, wishing anda could see your boyfriend, Two-Bit, but you’re grounded. anda slipped off your jean shorts and started looking for something of Two-Bit’s that anda could wear. As anda cari for his favorit hoodie, anda hear a knock on your window. anda look and see your favorit greaser guy standing there. anda slide open the window and he kisses anda before anda could say something. anda pulled away from him and whispered, “What are anda doing here? anda know I’m grounded!” He climbed into your purple room and wrapped his arms around you, “I couldn’t go another menit without seeing my little Miney Mouse.” anda sat back down on your tempat tidur and Two-Bit lied down selanjutnya to you. He began brushing his fingers through anda hair, “You know what we haven’t done in a long time…” anda turned around quickly, “Keith, we aint doing it right now!” anda whisper-shouted, “We can’t, not with my mom sleeping selanjutnya to my room.” “Awe c’mon.” He berkata pulling anda close to him. He sucked on my neck and I giggled trying to pull him off of me. “Two-Bit stop!” anda paused after detaching him from your neck, “Did anda bring your car here?” anda ask him. His face lights up, “Yeah! Let’s go!” anda 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.” anda laughed at him and hopped out the window. Good thing it’s a one-story house, anda can sneak out so much easier. anda guys run to his car, laughing and holding hands. He opens the door and anda lay down on the back seat. He gets on puncak, atas of anda then slams the door behind him, “Now where were we?” He questioned but anda interrupted him oleh pulling down his kerah and roughly ciuman him. He already stuck his hand down your underwear, rubbing your slits. Your spine curled as he hit your G-spot. anda could feel him laughing as he kissed you. anda pushed away from him, “Why are anda laughing?” anda asked him, “Were doing it in my car.” He giggled. anda just smiled and pulled him back to your face. Even though anda guys were having sex, anda two still made jokes. anda undid his sabuk and pushed down his pants probably to his knees atau so. He pulled his hands away from your underwear and slipped it under anda shirt, cupping your breast. The ciuman was getting sloppier, but anda didn’t care. anda 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.” anda laughed at him, but anda loved the way he could joke around with anything. He slid down your panties and pushed his length into you. anda moaned as anda 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, anda moaned, “Faster, babe… Faster!” He did as anda commanded. anda 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 anda did. He leaned his head down and breathed heavily. anda pulled up his chin, and looked him straight into his big tired eyes, “I cinta anda so much Two-Bit.” He kissed anda softly, then looked around at his car, “Man, we sure did fog up the windows.”
The Outsiders is all about two gangs.The greasers and the socs.In the book the greasers are located on the east side of town and the socs are located on the south side of town.Some of the greasers are Ponyboy,Johnny,Dally,Darry,Steve,Sodapop,and Kieth(aka Two-Bit).Some of the socs names are Randy,Bob,and Cherry.Even though some of us don't like them I still have to put them in.It is a really good movie and book.this book has happy parts and sad parts,but,we all just have to get through it together.Like when Johnny kills Bob.Thats a happy part.the sad parts are when Johnny and Dally die.well that is all about the outsiders to learn lebih read the book and watch the movie.
Ponyboy’s Perspective
“Dad?”
“Yeah, Scar?” I say, looking away from the football game I was watching. I was holding Ella, she was 4 months old now.
“How did anda and Mom meet?” The 12 tahun old asked.
“I bet it was an epic cinta story.” Eight tahun old Rhett says sarcastically.
“Was Mommy pretty when anda met her?” Charlie, who was five now, asked.
“The prettiest girl I’d ever seen.” I smiled down at him. “Until Scar and Ella came along. Now I know the three prettiest girls in the world. Anyways, there’s not much to tell. I saw her one day, and I fell in love. I thought she didn’t like me…”
“Nah, I like anda a lot.” (Y/N) grinned from the doorway.
Seventeen.
Seventeen bottles of bir I have drunk in the past 37 minutes.
Seventeen.
I pick up number eighteen, twist the topi off, and pour it down my throat. It’s tasteless.
I lean my head back against the dinding from where I sit on the floor of my basement.
I see a football. Danny’s football. It used to be Danny’s football. Now it’s just some football my son used to hold, used to play with. It probably smelled like him. Part of me wanted to go pick it up, the other part of me didn’t wanted to be reminded of the last time we played football together.
I pick up number nineteen, and out of the corner of my eye see (Y/N)’s old dolls, something we thought we could use for our little girl someday.
But that’s not going to happen.
I know what happened. I saw their mangled, bruised, broken, dead bodies after their accident.
I pick up number twenty.
Oh God how was I going to say this.
The rest of my life depended on this.
She was just perfect. In every way possible. She was beautiful. Kind. Sweet. Funny. Understanding. Just (Y/N).
And I needed to tell her.
Tell her how much I needed her, wanted her, and had to have her. It was a feeling beyond comprehension. It was love.
I needed to tell her I loved her.
So here I am, sitting in the lot, looking at the stars with (Y/N). Doing something I cinta with the one I love.
I look over at her, her eyes gleaming from the light of the fire.
“(Y/N)?” I ask as I grab her hand.
“Yeah?” She turns to face me.
“I-I think…” I start.
“Just say it,” she smiles.
“I cinta you.” I blurt out.
She looks surprised for a second. But then she grins.
“I cinta anda too.”
“This was my mom’s,” he mutters. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will anda marry me?”