“Is it a hobby of yours, sitting out in the rain, pondering your life?” She asks, sitting down inayofuata to me.
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 inayofuata 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 wewe 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.
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 inayofuata 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 wewe 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.
I set number seventeen down.
Seventeen.
Seventeen bottles of bia I have drunk in the past 37 minutes.
Seventeen.
I pick up number eighteen, twist the cap, herufi kubwa off, and pour it down my throat. It’s tasteless.
I lean my head back against the ukuta 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.
Seventeen.
Seventeen bottles of bia I have drunk in the past 37 minutes.
Seventeen.
I pick up number eighteen, twist the cap, herufi kubwa off, and pour it down my throat. It’s tasteless.
I lean my head back against the ukuta 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.
“You alright, babe?” He asks. wewe were lying on your stomach on juu of him.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” wewe say.
He strokes his hair. “You know, this could be us every night.”
“Yeah but we’d have kids, so it would be weird and awkward to do this every night. What if they had bad dreams au something?” wewe say.
“Ok, well then every other night.” He grins.
“That might work.” wewe laugh.
“By the looks of it, we’ll have lots of little kids on our hands.” He winks.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” wewe say.
He strokes his hair. “You know, this could be us every night.”
“Yeah but we’d have kids, so it would be weird and awkward to do this every night. What if they had bad dreams au something?” wewe say.
“Ok, well then every other night.” He grins.
“That might work.” wewe laugh.
“By the looks of it, we’ll have lots of little kids on our hands.” He winks.
“I’m pregnant.” wewe blurt out.
Darry looks at wewe in complete shock. “What?”
“I’m pregnant, and I think we should put the baby up for adoption.” wewe say in rushed words.
He just gives wewe a funny look.
“Money’s tight…” wewe continue. “It wouldn’t be fair to bring up a child like this… And I don’t know if wewe even want it… I’d think it’d be best for him au her.”
“What’s best for our baby is living with it’s parents who will work hard to make a good life for them.” He smiles at you.
Darry looks at wewe in complete shock. “What?”
“I’m pregnant, and I think we should put the baby up for adoption.” wewe say in rushed words.
He just gives wewe a funny look.
“Money’s tight…” wewe continue. “It wouldn’t be fair to bring up a child like this… And I don’t know if wewe even want it… I’d think it’d be best for him au her.”
“What’s best for our baby is living with it’s parents who will work hard to make a good life for them.” He smiles at you.
“Hey, Darry, please stop picking on him. He’s obviously stressed out.” wewe plead with wewe boyfriend. He and Ponyboy were fighting about grades and school and such.
“(Y/N), please stay out of this.” Darry says, eyes still locked on his younger brother.
“She has a point.” Ponyboy snorts.
“Don’t use that tone with me, young man.” Darry says, voice raised.
“Who went and made wewe dad?” Ponyboy asked, shrugging his shoulders.
“You take that back.” Darry says, lunging for Ponyboy.
They start beating up on each other, nothing serious. Brothers will be brothers.
“Hey! Knock it off!” wewe say, trying to separate them on the ground.
Smack!
wewe fall back, the hit getting wewe hard.
The boys freeze, realizing they’ve hit you.
“Ow!” wewe say. “That was my boob!”
They burst out laughing.
“(Y/N), please stay out of this.” Darry says, eyes still locked on his younger brother.
“She has a point.” Ponyboy snorts.
“Don’t use that tone with me, young man.” Darry says, voice raised.
“Who went and made wewe dad?” Ponyboy asked, shrugging his shoulders.
“You take that back.” Darry says, lunging for Ponyboy.
They start beating up on each other, nothing serious. Brothers will be brothers.
“Hey! Knock it off!” wewe say, trying to separate them on the ground.
Smack!
wewe fall back, the hit getting wewe hard.
The boys freeze, realizing they’ve hit you.
“Ow!” wewe say. “That was my boob!”
They burst out laughing.
“Daddy, look what I found.”
“Olivia….” I start. The box of kittens was not something I wanted in this house.
“I found them down the street, daddy. This is one is Muffins, this one is Daisy.. And that’s Peaches.” She smiles up at me.
“Olivia… Do we really need these?”
“Daddy… They need a home.”
“We can find them one.”
“But they’ll upendo it here!” She says pouting. “I’ll feed them, I’ll play with them, I’ll take them on walks, and I’ll have chai parties with them.”
“Cats don’t go on walks… And I don’t think they drink tea.”
“Please daddy.”
I hate it when she does this.
“Go talk to your mom.” I sigh
“Olivia….” I start. The box of kittens was not something I wanted in this house.
“I found them down the street, daddy. This is one is Muffins, this one is Daisy.. And that’s Peaches.” She smiles up at me.
“Olivia… Do we really need these?”
“Daddy… They need a home.”
“We can find them one.”
“But they’ll upendo it here!” She says pouting. “I’ll feed them, I’ll play with them, I’ll take them on walks, and I’ll have chai parties with them.”
“Cats don’t go on walks… And I don’t think they drink tea.”
“Please daddy.”
I hate it when she does this.
“Go talk to your mom.” I sigh
“Merry Christmas, babe.” wewe feel Darry’s strong arms wrapping around you.
“Hmmm… Merry Christmas.” wewe mumble.
“I got all of Danny’s presents under the tree.” He says, snuggling down into the kitanda a little more.
“Did wewe remember the football?” wewe ask.
“Yeah, I remembered that. It’s the best gift.” He smiles. “He’ll upendo it.”
“Yeah…” wewe mumble.
“Before wewe fall back asleep, I have a present for you.” He whispers to you.
“Mhmm?”
He leans over you, inaonyesha wewe a black box.
wewe open it, to see the most beautiful necklace.
“It was my mom’s.” he mutters. “I thought you’d like it.”
“I upendo it.”
“Merry Christmas, honey.”
“Hmmm… Merry Christmas.” wewe mumble.
“I got all of Danny’s presents under the tree.” He says, snuggling down into the kitanda a little more.
“Did wewe remember the football?” wewe ask.
“Yeah, I remembered that. It’s the best gift.” He smiles. “He’ll upendo it.”
“Yeah…” wewe mumble.
“Before wewe fall back asleep, I have a present for you.” He whispers to you.
“Mhmm?”
He leans over you, inaonyesha wewe a black box.
wewe open it, to see the most beautiful necklace.
“It was my mom’s.” he mutters. “I thought you’d like it.”
“I upendo it.”
“Merry Christmas, honey.”
"Thanks for walking me nyumbani Darry.?" He looked at wewe with his sparkling eyes. "No problem y/n" he alisema to you. wewe met Darry when wewe had to got to Ponyboy's for a progect. He came and answered the door when wewe knocked. You've had a crush in him ever since. wewe were were in front of your house. "Um...y/n would ya...uhhh...maybe...wanna...go out sometime?" He asked you. On the inside wewe were screaming but wewe had to stay cool. Answer smoothly. "Yeah it be fun Darry." wewe answered. Before wewe left him wewe pecked him on the cheek and ran inside. Then looked thorough the curtains without Darry seeing you. And Darry stood there with a dumb look on his face holding his cheek. wewe thought to yourself a life with Darry. It was perfect. A life with Darry is the life wewe want.
Swaying back and forth to the bila mpangilio songs on the radio, champagne bottle in one hand, heels off, his shati off; this slow dance was a little interesting.
wewe had gotten tired of the New Years Party wewe were at, so wewe decided to have your own; complete with balloons, champagne, dancing, and the life of the party.
“This is fun,” wewe laugh as wewe look up to him.
“Yeah,” he laughs, as he dips you.
“Careful of the champagne, babe.”
“Sorry… Just trying to make things classy.” He laughs.
“You kidding me? This is some high class shit!” wewe laugh.
He glances at the clock.
“It’s 11:59,” he grins.
“Time for our New Year’s kiss,” wewe grin as wewe lean in.
“Not yet!” He yells, moving your face away. “It isn’t midnight yet!”
wewe laugh, then glance at the clock.
“Well, we missed it.” wewe pout. “It’s 12:01.”
“Looks like we have to wait a whole nother year.”
wewe had gotten tired of the New Years Party wewe were at, so wewe decided to have your own; complete with balloons, champagne, dancing, and the life of the party.
“This is fun,” wewe laugh as wewe look up to him.
“Yeah,” he laughs, as he dips you.
“Careful of the champagne, babe.”
“Sorry… Just trying to make things classy.” He laughs.
“You kidding me? This is some high class shit!” wewe laugh.
He glances at the clock.
“It’s 11:59,” he grins.
“Time for our New Year’s kiss,” wewe grin as wewe lean in.
“Not yet!” He yells, moving your face away. “It isn’t midnight yet!”
wewe laugh, then glance at the clock.
“Well, we missed it.” wewe pout. “It’s 12:01.”
“Looks like we have to wait a whole nother year.”
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Darry’s P.O.V
“Daddy?” Danny asks from the back seat. He was six now, and Olivia was one.
“What happened to your mommy and daddy?” He asks.
I don’t answer for a minute, just keep driving. What do I say?
“My mommy and daddy are hanging out in heaven.” Is all I can think of to say.
“They’re partying with Jesus?” Danny asks. “That’s cool!”
“Yeah, bud,” I smile. “Partying with Jesus.”
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Darry’s P.O.V
“Daddy?” Danny asks from the back seat. He was six now, and Olivia was one.
“What happened to your mommy and daddy?” He asks.
I don’t answer for a minute, just keep driving. What do I say?
“My mommy and daddy are hanging out in heaven.” Is all I can think of to say.
“They’re partying with Jesus?” Danny asks. “That’s cool!”
“Yeah, bud,” I smile. “Partying with Jesus.”
