u were lost in the sea of unfamiliar people, in the long gray hallway, lined with the ugly lockers.
So far, your first dag at your new school wasn’t going so well.
u felt your body slam into the cold, metal locker. Your boeken fell to the floor with a thud.
“Hey, I’m sorry.” u hear a boys voice say. “Let me… “He locks eyes with you. “…help you.” He finally finishes.
The klok, bell rings, and the flood of kids seem to have disappeared.
“Thanks,” u say, feeling the heat of your cheeks. “You’re going to be late.”
“Nah, it’s fine.” he shrugs. He leans down to grab your history book. “Going to Hooper’s?” He asked.
u nod your head. “I can’t find his room though,” u admit.
“Don’t worry, Im going there to. I’ll toon you.” He says, leading u down the hallway.
“So what’s your name. I’m Ponyboy?”
”(“Y/N).” u grin.
“Pretty name… For a girl with pretty eyes.” He says nonchalantly.
“Really?”
“Yeah.” He nods. “Really.”
So far, your first dag at your new school wasn’t going so well.
u felt your body slam into the cold, metal locker. Your boeken fell to the floor with a thud.
“Hey, I’m sorry.” u hear a boys voice say. “Let me… “He locks eyes with you. “…help you.” He finally finishes.
The klok, bell rings, and the flood of kids seem to have disappeared.
“Thanks,” u say, feeling the heat of your cheeks. “You’re going to be late.”
“Nah, it’s fine.” he shrugs. He leans down to grab your history book. “Going to Hooper’s?” He asked.
u nod your head. “I can’t find his room though,” u admit.
“Don’t worry, Im going there to. I’ll toon you.” He says, leading u down the hallway.
“So what’s your name. I’m Ponyboy?”
”(“Y/N).” u grin.
“Pretty name… For a girl with pretty eyes.” He says nonchalantly.
“Really?”
“Yeah.” He nods. “Really.”
Steve sprints from the couch, to the bathroom, tripping over his own feet.
“What?!? What happened? What did I do? Better yet, what didn’t I do?” He asks quickly, voice full of concern.
“Look,” u groan. “My baby bump is starting to show.” u lift up your overhemd, shirt to toon the subtle curve to your stomach.
“Oh,” Steve says softly, leaning against the door frame, smile on his face.
“Why are u smiling?”
“Because it’s all really happening.” He mutters. “And it looks great on you.” He grins.