JOHNNY AND PONYBOY

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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.

I set number seventeen down.

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.

Johnny’s Perspective

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.”

“When I look at you, a thousand feelings hit me. Lust. Happiness. Longing. Hope. Faith. Grace. Beauty. Humor. All these words are you, especially this one; love. I প্রণয় you. আরো than আপনি will ever know. I can’t go a দিন without think about you. Not day, আরো like a minute. If I could describe how much I loved আপনি in word I couldn’t. Infinite doesn’t even come close. Not all. When you’re gone, I’m physically hurting. My হৃদয় drops, my insides go all numb. I can’t think. I’m worrying about আপনি when you’re not with me. I couldn’t live to see আপনি fall without me catching you. You’re an angel, but every অ্যাঞ্জেল needs a guardian angel. That’s where I come in. I’d do anything to save you. To be with আপনি forever.” He gets down on one knee.

“This was my mom’s,” he mutters. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will আপনি marry me?”