wewe knew that voice anywhere. That laugh.
wewe started walking towards him, your nerves coming through. “What if he doesn’t remember me?” wewe thought. But he couldn’t. wewe used to be best friends.
wewe walk up behind him, he was talking to that Johnny kid that wewe sometimes hung out with. He was also with Two-Bit.
“Still trying to grease that hair, hood?” wewe laugh from behind him.
He whirls around. “(Y/N)?”
wewe smile at him. He runs toward wewe a scoops wewe up into a big kubeba hug.
“Oh my god I missed you.” He muttered as he set wewe down, and began stroking your hair. Well that was… Different.
“Missed wewe too.” wewe squeezed him.
“Well look at what we’ve got here… Damn wewe were like, nine the last time we saw you? hujambo Ponyboy…She’s really uh ‘grown up’, hasn’t she?” Two-Bit laughs.
“Shut up,” Ponyboy mutters. But he was looking at you.
And wewe locked eyes.
Ad everything changed.
wewe started walking towards him, your nerves coming through. “What if he doesn’t remember me?” wewe thought. But he couldn’t. wewe used to be best friends.
wewe walk up behind him, he was talking to that Johnny kid that wewe sometimes hung out with. He was also with Two-Bit.
“Still trying to grease that hair, hood?” wewe laugh from behind him.
He whirls around. “(Y/N)?”
wewe smile at him. He runs toward wewe a scoops wewe up into a big kubeba hug.
“Oh my god I missed you.” He muttered as he set wewe down, and began stroking your hair. Well that was… Different.
“Missed wewe too.” wewe squeezed him.
“Well look at what we’ve got here… Damn wewe were like, nine the last time we saw you? hujambo Ponyboy…She’s really uh ‘grown up’, hasn’t she?” Two-Bit laughs.
“Shut up,” Ponyboy mutters. But he was looking at you.
And wewe locked eyes.
Ad everything changed.
wewe were actually close to Soda. Danny played with Grace and Logan all the time. wewe couldn’t even begin to imagine how they felt.
wewe hear the front door open. Darry was nyumbani now. wewe take another deep breath, and sit at the jikoni table.
Just breathe.
He walks into the kitchen. “Hey babe, what’s wrong?” He asks, setting down his wallet and keys.
wewe swallow. “I got a call.” Is all wewe manage to say.
“About?” He asks, eyebrows raised.
“Soda’s dead.” wewe blurt out.
The look on Darry’s face would haunt your memory for the rest of your life.
He just sat down on the floor in pure shock, mouth open, eyes wide.