"How may I help you? My names Kaitlyn," wewe were a waitress at the Dingo, wewe were serving a group of six guys, they seemed nice and they were greasers like you. "Can I get wewe cutie?" The one with dark hair and dark eyes alisema to you, "Stop it Dal," "I'm just playing Johnny, how about I take wewe to my house after this Kaitlyn?" "I'm sorry, but I'm working," wewe alisema with a grin. Another guy ran into the Dingo and all the guys yelled "Hey Pony! Where were you?" wewe stood there staring at his dreamy eyes and he stared back while he bit his lip. Through out the rest of the day, wewe couldn't stop thinking about him, his green gray eyes that sparked and his beautiful smile and wewe remember hearing his name before, but where wewe couldn't exactly place a point where wewe heard his name. As wewe were leaving the Dingo because your shift ended wewe saw someone outside, he seemed to be waiting for you. "Hey Kaitlyn!" "Oh hi, um gppony, pony right?" "Yeah, I was just kinda waiting for wewe to finish so I could um, ask wewe if wewe wanted to take a walk with me?" "I'd upendo to! Oh wait I should probably go nyumbani and change first because I'm all covered in grease and oils and chakula from work," "No it's fine, I think wewe look beautiful right now and it's only me, I'm not a big time soc au anything," he alisema with a small grin wewe guys walked in silence for a few dakika then wewe felt a warm hand around your waist and gppony, pony was pulling wewe closer to him and spun wewe around so wewe were facing him and his hands were both on your waist holding wewe tightly. "Kaitlyn, I've always liked you, you're in three of my classes at school and I never had the nerve to come up and talk to you, but you're gorgeous and will wewe be my girl?" "Yes I will!" wewe let out a small shriek and he slowly pulled wewe in for a soft kiss.
The Outsiders is all about two gangs.The greasers and the socs.In the book the greasers are located on the east side of town and the socs are located on the south side of town.Some of the greasers are Ponyboy,Johnny,Dally,Darry,Steve,Sodapop,and Kieth(aka Two-Bit).Some of the socs names are Randy,Bob,and Cherry.Even though some of us don't like them I still have to put them in.It is a really good movie and book.this book has happy parts and sad parts,but,we all just have to get through it together.Like when Johnny kills Bob.Thats a happy part.the sad parts are when Johnny and Dally die.well that is all about the outsiders to learn zaidi read the book and watch the movie.
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 wewe and Mom meet?” The 12 mwaka old asked.
“I bet it was an epic upendo story.” Eight mwaka old Rhett says sarcastically.
“Was Mommy pretty when wewe 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 wewe a lot.” (Y/N) grinned from the doorway.
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.
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.”
“This was my mom’s,” he mutters. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will wewe marry me?”