wewe sat at the meza, jedwali thinking about your dream how it seemed so real. wewe heard your door open then close. wewe heard footsteps. wewe got up to see who it was it was Ruthie. "Hi Ruth" wewe alisema and smiled. "Hi" she alisema and smiled back. "Why did wewe come over?" "Cause I got bored and wanted to see you" she said. "Oh" wewe said. "What's the matter? wewe seem so down" she alisema as wewe walked back into the kitchen. "Ruthie I might be a Soc." wewe said. All your Marafiki were Soc.s. "It fine being a Soc. isn't that bad" she said. "How do wewe know?" Ruthie wasnt like a normal Soc. she had something to her that wasnt really Soc. like. Not that wewe didn't like your Marafiki they just were so preppy. "I used to be a greaser for a long time" she alisema and before she alisema it she hesitated. "What?" wewe looked at her confused. "I used to be a greaser. Then my dad got a knew job and we moved to the richer part of town" she said. wewe didn't know what to say. "It was really hard to let the greaser part of me go. But I knew I had to" she alisema and looked at you.
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.
“Dad, why does Jesus have a scary beard?” My eight mwaka old Rhett whispers.
“I don’t know…Maybe they couldn’t shave back then.” I whisper back.
“Oh,” he nods. It seemed to make sense to him.
Twelve mwaka old Scarlett looked over at us, trying to see what all the whispering was about. I waved my hand at her to tell her it wasn’t important.
Charlie had crawled into my lap halfway through the sermon. He was five now, but still my little man. He was half asleep kwa now.
(Y/N) was at home, on kitanda rest. Ella au Robert could be born any siku now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.