“So, yes??” Ponyboy asks, standing in your front yard, with all the balloons.
“I thought you said we weren’t going.” You whisper.
“But I want to spend prom with the girl I love, and I want to see you in a pretty dress.”
“I don’t think I can afford a dress,” you mumble.
He grins. “Which is why we are going dress shopping.”
“What?” It’s your turn to grin now.
“You heard me. Johnny and Two-Bit are in the car to help out.” He says.
“Are you serious?” You ask, amazed.
“Yeah, c’mon into the car you go.” He picks up bridal style, walking you down the walkway and setting you in the backseat of the car.
You drive in the car for about 15 minutes, chatting with the other greasers, as Ponyboy looks back in the rearview mirror smiling at you.
He pulls up next to a dress shop. “Here we are,” he smiles. “You ready?”
“Yeah.” You smile. You couldn’t believe that he was doing this for you.
You walk in, amazed at all the dresses.
You see a blue one you like, and reach for the price tag. Holy shit, Way more expensive than you thought.
You turn to your boyfriend.
“What’s the matter babe?” He asks.
“It’s too much.” You shake your head.
“Hey just think of it as a birthday present.” He smiles.
“But still,” you whine. But he’s looking pass you, over your shoulder, grinning wildly.
“What,” you ask confused.
” That’s your dress,” He smiles.
You look over your shoulder to see a pink dress hanging on the rack.
“It’s so pretty,” You whisper.
“It’s going to look even prettier on you,” he smiles. “Go try it on.”
You walk into the dressing room, dress in hand. You slip it on over you, liking the feel of the dress on your body.
You open the door of the dressing room to see Pony, who’s noIt drops when he sees you.
“Zip me up?” You ask, holding your hair out of the way and turning around.
He pulls the zipper up. “You look beautiful.” He mutters into your ear.
“Really?”
“I wouldn’t lie to you. Go look for yourself.” He smiles.
You walk over to the mirror, stunned at how you look. “Wow,” you mutter.
Two-Bit wolf whistles, causing you to blush.
“You look real pretty, Y/N,” Johnny mumbles.
“Thanks guys.” You whisper, still admiring yourself.
“Let’s go buy it.” Ponyboy says. “You’ll look even prettier at prom with it.”
“I thought you said we weren’t going.” You whisper.
“But I want to spend prom with the girl I love, and I want to see you in a pretty dress.”
“I don’t think I can afford a dress,” you mumble.
He grins. “Which is why we are going dress shopping.”
“What?” It’s your turn to grin now.
“You heard me. Johnny and Two-Bit are in the car to help out.” He says.
“Are you serious?” You ask, amazed.
“Yeah, c’mon into the car you go.” He picks up bridal style, walking you down the walkway and setting you in the backseat of the car.
You drive in the car for about 15 minutes, chatting with the other greasers, as Ponyboy looks back in the rearview mirror smiling at you.
He pulls up next to a dress shop. “Here we are,” he smiles. “You ready?”
“Yeah.” You smile. You couldn’t believe that he was doing this for you.
You walk in, amazed at all the dresses.
You see a blue one you like, and reach for the price tag. Holy shit, Way more expensive than you thought.
You turn to your boyfriend.
“What’s the matter babe?” He asks.
“It’s too much.” You shake your head.
“Hey just think of it as a birthday present.” He smiles.
“But still,” you whine. But he’s looking pass you, over your shoulder, grinning wildly.
“What,” you ask confused.
” That’s your dress,” He smiles.
You look over your shoulder to see a pink dress hanging on the rack.
“It’s so pretty,” You whisper.
“It’s going to look even prettier on you,” he smiles. “Go try it on.”
You walk into the dressing room, dress in hand. You slip it on over you, liking the feel of the dress on your body.
You open the door of the dressing room to see Pony, who’s noIt drops when he sees you.
“Zip me up?” You ask, holding your hair out of the way and turning around.
He pulls the zipper up. “You look beautiful.” He mutters into your ear.
“Really?”
“I wouldn’t lie to you. Go look for yourself.” He smiles.
You walk over to the mirror, stunned at how you look. “Wow,” you mutter.
Two-Bit wolf whistles, causing you to blush.
“You look real pretty, Y/N,” Johnny mumbles.
“Thanks guys.” You whisper, still admiring yourself.
“Let’s go buy it.” Ponyboy says. “You’ll look even prettier at prom with it.”
You started walking towards him, your nerves coming through. “What if he doesn’t remember me?” You thought. But he couldn’t. You used to be best friends.
You walk up behind him, he was talking to that Johnny kid that you sometimes hung out with. He was also with Two-Bit.
“Still trying to grease that hair, hood?” You laugh from behind him.
He whirls around. “(Y/N)?”
You smile at him. He runs toward you a scoops you up into a big bear hug.
“Oh my god I missed you.” He muttered as he set you down, and began stroking your hair. Well that was… Different.
“Missed you too.” You squeezed him.
“Well look at what we’ve got here… Damn you were like, nine the last time we saw you? Hey Ponyboy…She’s really uh ‘grown up’, hasn’t she?” Two-Bit laughs.
“Shut up,” Ponyboy mutters. But he was looking at you.
And you locked eyes.
Ad everything changed.
“Dad, why does Jesus have a scary beard?” My eight year 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 year 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 by now.
(Y/N) was at home, on bed rest. Ella or Robert could be born any day now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.
“You alright, babe?” He asks. You were lying on your stomach on top of him.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” You 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 or something?” You say.
“Ok, well then every other night.” He grins.
“That might work.” You laugh.
“By the looks of it, we’ll have lots of little kids on our hands.” He winks.