Technically speaking, the definition of tough is not cool, but strong enough to withstand adverse conditions of rough of careless handling.” Ross says.
u look in amazement at your boyfriend Ponyboy. Is he really vrienden with this geek?
Ponyboy smiles and nods, telling u “I know this kid is a frickin insane genius.”
“Well… That’s interesting.” u say.
u look at Ponyboy. “So how much do we have to leave for a tip?” u were at the diner, hanging out for lunch.
“She was a quality waitress, so 20%. We each owe her 1 dollar.” Ross pipes up. He starts to make hand gestures to explain the process.”Since the bill was 15 dollars, we each paid 5 dollars. 20% of 15 is 3… So it’d be a 3 dollar tip, one dollar each.”
u look at him, stunned.
u could not to do math to save your life.
“You should have him along meer often.” u whisper to Ponyboy.
u look in amazement at your boyfriend Ponyboy. Is he really vrienden with this geek?
Ponyboy smiles and nods, telling u “I know this kid is a frickin insane genius.”
“Well… That’s interesting.” u say.
u look at Ponyboy. “So how much do we have to leave for a tip?” u were at the diner, hanging out for lunch.
“She was a quality waitress, so 20%. We each owe her 1 dollar.” Ross pipes up. He starts to make hand gestures to explain the process.”Since the bill was 15 dollars, we each paid 5 dollars. 20% of 15 is 3… So it’d be a 3 dollar tip, one dollar each.”
u look at him, stunned.
u could not to do math to save your life.
“You should have him along meer often.” u whisper to Ponyboy.
Ponyboy’s Perspective
“Dad, why does Jesus have a scary beard?” My eight jaar 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 jaar 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 door now.
(Y/N) was at home, on bed rest. Ella of Robert could be born any dag now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.
“Dad, why does Jesus have a scary beard?” My eight jaar 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 jaar 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 door now.
(Y/N) was at home, on bed rest. Ella of Robert could be born any dag now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.
