“You ok?” Y/N asks, grabbing my hand.
I was shaking. “I don’t know…
I’m about to tell my family I’m having a baby and I’m only 14.”
She laughs, a little bit nervously. “You’re not having the baby, I am.”
“Pretty much the same thing.” I grumble.
“No u aren’t going to push a watermeloen out-”
“Ok! Ok! It’s totally different!” I say, wanting to spare the details.
“Well, u just happened to be the one who stuck his-“
I give her a look. “Ok! I get it!”
She snickers. “Just trying to prove a point.”
“I have gotten your point.” I grin. But it soon fades. “What do u think they’re gonna do? I’m worried… What if they hate me, or-“
“Hey,” she cuts me off, grabbing my hand. “This is all that matters.” She puts my hand on her stomach, a tiny, not even visible bump.
And that’s when it clicks.
My baby was in there. 50% of me. I didn’t matter what they thought, only if Y/N and the baby, my baby, were alright. There was a little person who was going to call me daddy. So screw what they thought. If they weren’t going to support me with something I have to support, they could go to hell.
“Wow.” I whisper, just kind of holding my hand there.
“You feel him too?” She kinda whispers.
“Him?” I ask.
“Yeah… I think it’s a boy.”
I shake my head. “It’s a girl.”
“I don’t think-“
I cut her off with a short kiss on the lips. “It’s a girl.” I pull back.
“If u say so…” She mutters as I pull her into a hug. “Five bucks I’m right.”
“You’re on.” I nod.
Wow. We we are actually betting on our unborn child.
My Lord.
What kind of parents…
I don’t even want to think about this.
I was shaking. “I don’t know…
I’m about to tell my family I’m having a baby and I’m only 14.”
She laughs, a little bit nervously. “You’re not having the baby, I am.”
“Pretty much the same thing.” I grumble.
“No u aren’t going to push a watermeloen out-”
“Ok! Ok! It’s totally different!” I say, wanting to spare the details.
“Well, u just happened to be the one who stuck his-“
I give her a look. “Ok! I get it!”
She snickers. “Just trying to prove a point.”
“I have gotten your point.” I grin. But it soon fades. “What do u think they’re gonna do? I’m worried… What if they hate me, or-“
“Hey,” she cuts me off, grabbing my hand. “This is all that matters.” She puts my hand on her stomach, a tiny, not even visible bump.
And that’s when it clicks.
My baby was in there. 50% of me. I didn’t matter what they thought, only if Y/N and the baby, my baby, were alright. There was a little person who was going to call me daddy. So screw what they thought. If they weren’t going to support me with something I have to support, they could go to hell.
“Wow.” I whisper, just kind of holding my hand there.
“You feel him too?” She kinda whispers.
“Him?” I ask.
“Yeah… I think it’s a boy.”
I shake my head. “It’s a girl.”
“I don’t think-“
I cut her off with a short kiss on the lips. “It’s a girl.” I pull back.
“If u say so…” She mutters as I pull her into a hug. “Five bucks I’m right.”
“You’re on.” I nod.
Wow. We we are actually betting on our unborn child.
My Lord.
What kind of parents…
I don’t even want to think about this.
Later that night, u hear someone in the house. Thankfully Dally heard it too and he was wide awake. He quickley gets out of bed as u follow. u creep down the hallway and peek around the corner.
"Go back to the room," He says as u do what he instructed
u sit on the bed,praying that everythings okay.
Soon, u hear shots from a gun.
Then silence
With the money that I would have gone to college with, and with what Ponyboy had saved, we had bought Soda his horse.
Soda came in, in his plaid overhemd, shirt and jeans. His jaw dropped. Then he smile brighter than the sun.
He walked over to horse.
“Hey buddy,” he says, smiling, petting his nose.
“It took forever to get him to listen,” Ponyboy said.
“Yeah, I got myself and ornery pony.” Soda grins.
“You happy?” u ask Soda.
He just looks at you, smiles and nods his head.
“Yes. I am 100% serious.” He says, grinning.
“You’re joking.”
“No I’m not.” He laughs.
“Yes u are.”
“Come on (Y/N).”
“Fine.” u say.
u take the bier from his hand and chug it down.
“There.. Are u happy with my chugging skills?” u ask.
u had gotten tired of the New Years Party u were at, so u decided to have your own; complete with balloons, champagne, dancing, and the life of the party.
“This is fun,” u laugh as u look up to him.
“Yeah,” he laughs, as he dips you.
“Careful of the champagne, babe.”
“Sorry… Just trying to make things classy.” He laughs.
“You kidding me? This is some high class shit!” u laugh.
He glances at the clock.
“It’s 11:59,” he grins.
“Time for our New Year’s kiss,” u grin as u lean in.
“Not yet!” He yells, moving your face away. “It isn’t midnight yet!”
u laugh, then glance at the clock.
“Well, we missed it.” u pout. “It’s 12:01.”
“Looks like we have to wait a whole nother year.”
He pauses for a second, thinking.
“You.” He finally answers, smiling.
“That’s not one thing.” u roll your eyes and giggle.
“Yes it is. u are you. Without certain things, u wouldn’t be you. If you’re pretty eyes weren’t (eye color), u wouldn’t be you. If u didn’t snort when u laugh, u wouldn’t be you. If u didn’t randomly burst into song, u be you.
If u weren’t nice and sweet and funny, it wouldn’t be (Y/N). The (Y/N) I know, love and adore.” He smiles as he kisses u on the cheek.
“Really?” u ask.
“Really.”
“Really really?”
“Really really.”
“Johnny how do u think this looks?” u ask, holding up a black dress to you.
“How am I supposed to know?” He groans as he leans on one of the shelves of the department store.
“Well, would I look good in it?” u ask, twirling the dress around.
“You’d look good in any clothes, honey.” He smiles at you.
“Any clothes?” u ask, scrunching your nose.
“But u also look good in no clothes, if that’s what u want to know,” he grins at u like a little kid. “So could u hurry up so I could see my favoriete outfit on you?”