Ruthie came out with a smile. She saw u were upset about something. "Y/N what's the matter?" "I'm moving Ruthie. I'm a soc. now and forever" u zei as she came closer to you. She made u sit on the divan, bank as she did to. "What do ya mean?" "I'm a Soc. I'm moving to a richer neiborhood" u said. "Y/N I'm real sorry" she zei with her southern accent. "It's fine" u said. "Why did u even become a greaser in the first place?" "My died in a car crash" u said. "Really my dad did to" she said. "Really when?" "A couple years geleden I was about 12 when it happened" she said. "Really I was to it was just down the straat from here is where my dad died" u said. "Oh yeah my mom zei he was with his best friend. Me and his daughter were really good friends" she said. "Really what was his name?" "Like Ray" she said. "That was my dads name" u zei as she looked at u funny. "Really?" "Yeah was your dads name Bill?" "Yeah" she said. "Oh. That's kind of sad we forgot who was our best friend when we were younger" u zei and laughed a little. "Yeah" she did and laughed too. Her mom walked in the room as she smiled when she saw you. Ruthies mom loved u so much. Probably cause she didn't care u were a greaser. "What's going on?" "Mom did u know that mine and her dad were in the same car crash?" "Yeah" she said. "Really why didn't u tell me?" "We'll I thought u knew already? It's been like 5 years" she said.
u started walking towards him, your nerves coming through. “What if he doesn’t remember me?” u thought. But he couldn’t. u used to be best friends.
u walk up behind him, he was talking to that Johnny kid that u sometimes hung out with. He was also with Two-Bit.
“Still trying to grease that hair, hood?” u laugh from behind him.
He whirls around. “(Y/N)?”
u smile at him. He runs toward u a scoops u up into a big beer hug.
“Oh my god I missed you.” He muttered as he set u down, and began stroking your hair. Well that was… Different.
“Missed u too.” u squeezed him.
“Well look at what we’ve got here… Damn u were like, nine the last time we saw you? hallo Ponyboy…She’s really uh ‘grown up’, hasn’t she?” Two-Bit laughs.
“Shut up,” Ponyboy mutters. But he was looking at you.
And u locked eyes.
Ad everything changed.
“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.
