“I can’t believe u have to work on New Year’s Eve.” Ponyboy mumbles.
u give him a quick kiss on the cheek as u head towards the door. “I know, but I’ll be paid extra for working tonight.”
“Waiting tables?” He snorts.
u roll your eyes. “Well it is a holiday.” Not knowing what else to say about your profession, u add, “Lots of people go out tonight.”
“Can I visit u to get a New Year’s kiss?” He asks as u turn the doorknob to the front door.
u stop. u didn’t want him coming to see where u worked. “No,” u say quietly.
“Why not?”
“Just… No.” u say, and leave.
******************
The bas, bass pounded, the colored lights flashed.
u glance at the clock. Only 11:50. Another couple hours in this whore house.
Stripping wasn’t how you’d picture your future to be. It sorta just happened. u were desperate for money, and u apparently had the sex appeal for it.
u take a look in the bathroom mirror, your hair all curly, and your wearing this black leather and fishnet ensemble.
“You look so slutty.” u think to yourself.
What would Ponyboy think?
He’d be so disappointed in you.
And u just want to break down and cry, knowing how upset he’d be.
u fight back tears, not wanting to ruin your eyeliner and mascara.
u quickly stel samen yourself, u were on in 5.
u walk backstage in a daze, not really concentrating, ready just to be another pretty face and body for men to stare at.
The lights go dark on the stage, your cue to take your place at your pole, the one on the stage right.
The muziek starts, and the lights go up. u feel the beat, starting to slide down the pole.
As u turn around, kicking up your leg, u see him.
u see him, standing at the entrance, the look on his face killing you.
u instantly let go of the pole, stand up, and look at him, eyes starting to water.
“Bitch, get back to dancing!” Some drunk yells at you, but u ignore him, biting your lip to keep from sobbing.
u see him mouth something. At first u can’t make it out, but then u realize he’s saying: “I’m sorry.”
u shake your head, letting him know it’s not his fault.
He starts walking towards you, making his way through the crowd of men.
u hop off the stage, making your way towards him, as fast as your high heeled boots would carry you.
u run into his arms, which immediately inpakken, wrap around you, pulling u close. “I’m sorry.” He whispers. “I’m so sorry.”
u can’t help it now, the tears start to flow.
He pulls away, holding your face in your hands, trying to hold back tears himself. “You’re going to quit, alright? I’ll support you, I swear. We’ll find u a real job, and everything will be fine. I promise.”
All u can do is cry and nod, make up running down your face.
“5, 4, 3, 2-” the crowd counts down to signal the new year.
And his lips crash into yours.
“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” The club roars.
“This jaar will be different.” u sniffle.
u give him a quick kiss on the cheek as u head towards the door. “I know, but I’ll be paid extra for working tonight.”
“Waiting tables?” He snorts.
u roll your eyes. “Well it is a holiday.” Not knowing what else to say about your profession, u add, “Lots of people go out tonight.”
“Can I visit u to get a New Year’s kiss?” He asks as u turn the doorknob to the front door.
u stop. u didn’t want him coming to see where u worked. “No,” u say quietly.
“Why not?”
“Just… No.” u say, and leave.
******************
The bas, bass pounded, the colored lights flashed.
u glance at the clock. Only 11:50. Another couple hours in this whore house.
Stripping wasn’t how you’d picture your future to be. It sorta just happened. u were desperate for money, and u apparently had the sex appeal for it.
u take a look in the bathroom mirror, your hair all curly, and your wearing this black leather and fishnet ensemble.
“You look so slutty.” u think to yourself.
What would Ponyboy think?
He’d be so disappointed in you.
And u just want to break down and cry, knowing how upset he’d be.
u fight back tears, not wanting to ruin your eyeliner and mascara.
u quickly stel samen yourself, u were on in 5.
u walk backstage in a daze, not really concentrating, ready just to be another pretty face and body for men to stare at.
The lights go dark on the stage, your cue to take your place at your pole, the one on the stage right.
The muziek starts, and the lights go up. u feel the beat, starting to slide down the pole.
As u turn around, kicking up your leg, u see him.
u see him, standing at the entrance, the look on his face killing you.
u instantly let go of the pole, stand up, and look at him, eyes starting to water.
“Bitch, get back to dancing!” Some drunk yells at you, but u ignore him, biting your lip to keep from sobbing.
u see him mouth something. At first u can’t make it out, but then u realize he’s saying: “I’m sorry.”
u shake your head, letting him know it’s not his fault.
He starts walking towards you, making his way through the crowd of men.
u hop off the stage, making your way towards him, as fast as your high heeled boots would carry you.
u run into his arms, which immediately inpakken, wrap around you, pulling u close. “I’m sorry.” He whispers. “I’m so sorry.”
u can’t help it now, the tears start to flow.
He pulls away, holding your face in your hands, trying to hold back tears himself. “You’re going to quit, alright? I’ll support you, I swear. We’ll find u a real job, and everything will be fine. I promise.”
All u can do is cry and nod, make up running down your face.
“5, 4, 3, 2-” the crowd counts down to signal the new year.
And his lips crash into yours.
“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” The club roars.
“This jaar will be different.” u sniffle.
I chuckle. I was sitting outside of the community college on the steps, waiting for Soda to come pick me up. He was late; as usual.
“Yes. I it’s quite refreshing actually.” I tell (Y/N), looking up at the rain.
“Cleanses the mind?” She laughs, sitting down volgende to me.
“Your hair is gonna get all wet.”
“I don’t care.” She shrugs.
“I thought girls cared about their hair. Especially girls with pretty hair.”
“You really think I have pretty hair?” She laughs.
“Yeah I do.” I grin.
“You don’t seem like the type to be all cute.”
“Well, maybe I like u that much to be that type.” I grin.
“Really?” She grins, tilting her head to the side.
“Really.” I smile, leaning in as the sparks fly.
