“Johnny.” wewe shake him. “Johnny.
He mumbles, half asleep. “What? It’s 2 in the morning.”
“I want some tacos. With bacon. And maybe some chokoleti sauce.”
“What the hell.” He laughs. “What does this baby like to eat?”
“Apparently tacos with bacon and chokoleti sauce.” wewe say.
“Well, I’ll go make the baby some tacos.” He says, getting out of the kitanda in his boxers.
“Don’t forget the chokoleti sauce!” wewe yell after him as wewe rub your belly.
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 upendo 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 upendo you.” I blurt out.
She looks surprised for a second. But then she grins.
“I upendo wewe too.”
About a week zamani I was kusoma " The Outsiders " for the millionth time and for the first time had not started to cry but a few pages from the end i burst into tears and took forever to stop. Everytime without fail, I cry when kusoma the book.
And i just thought it was amazing that someone could feel so connected to a character au characters that they get emotional about what happens to them in books. I feel so emotional when kusoma about Johnnys short un-happy life and think how unfair it was for him. Not wanted au appreciated kwa his parents and constantly in fear of what his father would do to him were the thoughts coming to him on his death bed. S.E Hinton is an incredible Authour as her characters are so real and vivid in peoples minds. What are your thoughts?
And i just thought it was amazing that someone could feel so connected to a character au characters that they get emotional about what happens to them in books. I feel so emotional when kusoma about Johnnys short un-happy life and think how unfair it was for him. Not wanted au appreciated kwa his parents and constantly in fear of what his father would do to him were the thoughts coming to him on his death bed. S.E Hinton is an incredible Authour as her characters are so real and vivid in peoples minds. What are your thoughts?
I had it all ready.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
The Outsiders has some great life lessons in it and I take them to moyo so here they are...
Darry: He has taught me that even though sometimes someone can seem mean doesn't mean they don't upendo you.
Two-Bit: Has taught me to take and make a joke.
Sodapop: Has taught me that wewe can be drunk on just plain living.
Dally: Has taught me to be tough and wewe won't get hurt.
Steve: Has taught me that wewe should always stick kwa your buddies.
Ponyboy: Has taught me that things are rough all over and to notice the beauty around me.
Last but not least Johnny. Johnny? Well he told me to Stay Gold:)
Darry: He has taught me that even though sometimes someone can seem mean doesn't mean they don't upendo you.
Two-Bit: Has taught me to take and make a joke.
Sodapop: Has taught me that wewe can be drunk on just plain living.
Dally: Has taught me to be tough and wewe won't get hurt.
Steve: Has taught me that wewe should always stick kwa your buddies.
Ponyboy: Has taught me that things are rough all over and to notice the beauty around me.
Last but not least Johnny. Johnny? Well he told me to Stay Gold:)
“Johnny?” wewe ask. wewe were sitting on his lap in the lot.
“Yeah?” He asks, absentmindedly playing with your hair.
“Would wewe ever leave me?” wewe whisper.
He sorta turns your body to face him. wewe see the emotions in his eyes.
“I would never, ever leave you, until the siku I die. Even if wewe ended up with someone else, I’d still always be here. I’d catch wewe when wewe fall. Not only catch you, but put wewe back up where wewe started and help wewe along the way. I would never leave you, even in a burning building. I upendo you.”
