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For: Olivia
Finally, after a long dag of work, u were at home, in bed, and cuddling up to Mr. Bananas. It was 9:47pm when u actually fell asleep.
u were awoken door a yell and saw Dallas, your boyfriend of almost one year, lying on the floor holding his nose.
"Oh my gosh! What happened? Are u okay?" u panicked.
"You punched me!"
u couldn't help but laugh a little, but Dally did not think that it was funny.
"I am so sorry!" u zei through laughter and pulled him to the bathroom of your empty house. Your parents were not home pagina very often.
u sat him down on the side of the bathtub. u looked at the clock: 1:24. u searched through the cabinet to find something to somewhat stop the swelling of his nose. u pulled out a little bottle of cream. Dallas, having no idea what it was, let u apply it to his nose. He winced along the way and u were trying to be careful. Once u were finished, u looked at the bottle meer closely and started to giggle.
"What now, (Y/N)?" Dally said, impatient.
"This is not something to stop swelling. This is something to stop rashes on babies bums."
u started a laughing fit when u saw Dallas's face. It was priceless.
"What are u waiting for? Get this crap off my face!" Dallas yelled. u were still laughing while u were wiping it off.
After many tries, both of u realized u were not any good at playing doctor. Dally and u just ended up lying in your bed, playing with each others fingers.
"I really am sorry." u admitted.
"Yeah, whatever, your just lucky I love you."
"I know."
"You sure can pack a punch, though, girly." He pecked your nose and u carefully returned it to his nose.
"I learn from the best." He smiled proudly."Thanks for coming over."
"No problem. Just don't stempel, punch me again." u smirked.
"No promises."
I hoped it was what u asked for, Olivia.
-Andi
For: Olivia
Finally, after a long dag of work, u were at home, in bed, and cuddling up to Mr. Bananas. It was 9:47pm when u actually fell asleep.
u were awoken door a yell and saw Dallas, your boyfriend of almost one year, lying on the floor holding his nose.
"Oh my gosh! What happened? Are u okay?" u panicked.
"You punched me!"
u couldn't help but laugh a little, but Dally did not think that it was funny.
"I am so sorry!" u zei through laughter and pulled him to the bathroom of your empty house. Your parents were not home pagina very often.
u sat him down on the side of the bathtub. u looked at the clock: 1:24. u searched through the cabinet to find something to somewhat stop the swelling of his nose. u pulled out a little bottle of cream. Dallas, having no idea what it was, let u apply it to his nose. He winced along the way and u were trying to be careful. Once u were finished, u looked at the bottle meer closely and started to giggle.
"What now, (Y/N)?" Dally said, impatient.
"This is not something to stop swelling. This is something to stop rashes on babies bums."
u started a laughing fit when u saw Dallas's face. It was priceless.
"What are u waiting for? Get this crap off my face!" Dallas yelled. u were still laughing while u were wiping it off.
After many tries, both of u realized u were not any good at playing doctor. Dally and u just ended up lying in your bed, playing with each others fingers.
"I really am sorry." u admitted.
"Yeah, whatever, your just lucky I love you."
"I know."
"You sure can pack a punch, though, girly." He pecked your nose and u carefully returned it to his nose.
"I learn from the best." He smiled proudly."Thanks for coming over."
"No problem. Just don't stempel, punch me again." u smirked.
"No promises."
I hoped it was what u asked for, Olivia.
-Andi
“Excuse me?” u say, eyebrows raised.
“I think-“
“No I heard what u said.”
**********
“Hey, do y’all want to go play football?” Darry asked the gang.
Everyone’s saying yeah, but u say, “No.”
“Why not?” Ponyboy asked.
“Darry think’s I’m awful at football, so I’m not going to play.” u say in a joking tone.
“Well she does,” Darry smiles.
“It really hurts,” u sniffle.
“Well fine, I’ll stay back with you.” He says, plopping on the divan, bank volgende to you.
“You know, it really hurt my feelings.”
“I zei I was sorry.”
“But it still hurts.”
“Well fine, let me make it up to you.”
He leans over and kisses you.
