আপনি curled up পরবর্তি to Dally. He wrapped an arm around আপনি lazily and rested his head on your shoulder. "Hey." He muttered. His sleepy voice was too cute. "Go back to sleep." আপনি whispered. "I don't want to." He said. He sounded tired and it made আপনি feel bad for waking him up. "You're tired." আপনি said. Dallas sat up and looked at the clock on the nightstand. "It's only one." He ব্যক্ত like it was no big deal. "Only?" আপনি ব্যক্ত letting out a laugh. Dallas nodded and smiled at you. His tired smile was adorable and sexy at the same time. "I don't want to go to sleep now. Why are আপনি here anyway?" He asked. "I just had a bad dream." আপনি said. "Well whatever it was can't hurt আপনি now." He ব্যক্ত as he laid back down. He rested his head on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around আপনি securely. "I প্রণয় you." আপনি whispered. "I know and I প্রণয় আপনি to." He said. আপনি could practically hear the smirk on his face. আপনি let out a small laugh. "Why are laughing?" he asked. "I dont know." আপনি said. Dallas nuzzed a little closer to you. Dallas was about to say something, but he stopped because আপনি fell asleep. He kissed your forehead and then went to sleep himself.
Ponyboy’s Perspective
“Dad?”
“Yeah, Scar?” I say, looking away from the football game I was watching. I was holding Ella, she was 4 months old now.
“How did আপনি and Mom meet?” The 12 বছর old asked.
“I bet it was an epic প্রণয় story.” Eight বছর old Rhett says sarcastically.
“Was Mommy pretty when আপনি met her?” Charlie, who was five now, asked.
“The prettiest girl I’d ever seen.” I smiled down at him. “Until Scar and Ella came along. Now I know the three prettiest girls in the world. Anyways, there’s not much to tell. I saw her one day, and I fell in love. I thought she didn’t like me…”
“Nah, I like আপনি a lot.” (Y/N) grinned from the doorway.
Seventeen.
Seventeen bottles of বিয়ার I have drunk in the past 37 minutes.
Seventeen.
I pick up number eighteen, twist the টুপি off, and pour it down my throat. It’s tasteless.
I lean my head back against the দেওয়াল from where I sit on the floor of my basement.
I see a football. Danny’s football. It used to be Danny’s football. Now it’s just some football my son used to hold, used to play with. It probably smelled like him. Part of me wanted to go pick it up, the other part of me didn’t wanted to be reminded of the last time we played football together.
I pick up number nineteen, and out of the corner of my eye see (Y/N)’s old dolls, something we thought we could use for our little girl someday.
But that’s not going to happen.
I know what happened. I saw their mangled, bruised, broken, dead bodies after their accident.
I pick up number twenty.
Oh God how was I going to say this.
The rest of my life depended on this.
She was just perfect. In every way possible. She was beautiful. Kind. Sweet. Funny. Understanding. Just (Y/N).
And I needed to tell her.
Tell her how much I needed her, wanted her, and had to have her. It was a feeling beyond comprehension. It was love.
I needed to tell her I loved her.
So here I am, sitting in the lot, looking at the stars with (Y/N). Doing something I প্রণয় with the one I love.
I look over at her, her eyes gleaming from the light of the fire.
“(Y/N)?” I ask as I grab her hand.
“Yeah?” She turns to face me.
“I-I think…” I start.
“Just say it,” she smiles.
“I প্রণয় you.” I blurt out.
She looks surprised for a second. But then she grins.
“I প্রণয় আপনি too.”
“This was my mom’s,” he mutters. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will আপনি marry me?”