“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” A boy about your age says, truly apologetic. He grabs your hand and pulls anda up. anda find his eyes, and anda see how cute he is. He looks at you, stunned. “I’m… Really sorry.” He says as he stares into your eyes.
“It’s fine.” anda blush. “I would have fallen anyway, I’m clumsy.” anda say, brushing off your legs.
“Well if anda did, I’d catch you.” He grins. “Anyways, I’m Ponyboy. What about you?”
“(Y/N).” anda grin.
“I like that name. So.. Uh what brings anda to the camp?”’
“I Cinta the lake.” anda smile. “My dad used to call me The Little Mermaid. I’m all about water. Since dad died, mom really doesn’t know what to do with me… So she sends me here.” anda shrug.
“Oh.” He says with understanding. “I know how anda feel. I live with my brothers, sometimes I think they don’t know what to do with me.”
“That must suck.”
“It probably sucks for anda more, since it’s your mom.”
anda talk for the whole free time, but it seems like only minutes. anda seemed to learn everything about him, and he learned everything about you.
“I’ll see anda around, (Y/N).”
“Tomorrow?” anda ask.
“Tomorrow.” He smiles.
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The seterusnya hari at free time, anda met at the same place he had plowed anda over.
“Hey.” He grins, sitting on the picnic bench.
“Hey.” anda smile, sliding seterusnya to him. “Miss me?” anda joke.
“Actually, yeah. I really like spending time with you.” He smiles, putting his hand on your leg.
“Me too.” anda grin, blushing.
“Really?” He asks.
“Yeah.”
He leans over, and unexpectedly kisses you. anda give in, tongues dancing.
He pulls away, smile bright as the sun.
“Well, Little Mermaid, why don’t we go swimming?” He says, standing up and taking your hand.
“I don’t know…” anda start.
“Why not?”
“Well… I think I look fat in my bikini.” anda admit.
“You’re beautiful and definitely not fat.” He says giving anda a quick Ciuman on the cheek.
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In the dining hall, anda feel someone grab your waist as your in the buffet line.
“Hey,” he whispers in your ear, nuzzling your neck.
“Hey… Calm it down on the PDA.” anda whisper.
“I know I know.” He laughs. “Meet me at the lake, tonight?”
“I don’t know…” anda start.
“Please? It’ll be a good time. Just me and you.”
“What time?” anda smile, giving in.
“1:30.” He smiles, giving anda a quick Ciuman on the cheek, and darting away.
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The full moon was reflected in the clear, still lake.
He was sitting with his back to anda on the beach, looking out in the water. The muscles in his back were flexed and tense.
anda come up behind him, Ciuman his bare shoulder.
He turns his head to smile at you.
“You came.” He says.
“I wouldn’t miss it.” anda smile.
anda lean in, mouths colliding. Tongues battling. Fingers running through each others hair.
He pulls away. “Wanna get in the water?” He asks, raising his eyebrows, flashing a grin.
“I didn’t bring a swimsuit…”
“You’ll look better with nothing on.” He blushes.
“Fine.” anda groan. As he gets in tot he water, anda slip off your baju and shorts. anda put your toes on the edge of the water.
“Everything’s gotta come off.” He calls from the water.
anda give him a look. “Really?”
“Really.”
anda unclasp your bra and slip it off, throwing it with your other clothes. anda slide your panties off, putting it into the pile as well. anda see him bite his lip, eyes on you.
anda cover your chest with your arms as anda anda make your way through the shallow water.
anda meet Ponyboy when the water is up to just below your shoulder blades, arms still covering your bare chest.
He gently grabs your arms, pulling them off your chest.
“Don’t hide, you’re beautiful. I told anda that before.” He mutters.
He tilts your chin up, and goes in for the kiss. Your fingers running through his hair, anda hayun, swing your legs up and bungkus, balut them around his waist, his hands supporting anda sejak your thighs.
His lips alih from your mouth to your neck, leaving bites and kisses all the way down. anda groan.
Without any warning, he lets anda drop a little, and rams into you.
anda gasp, not expecting it.
“You a virgin?” He asks, slightly out of breath.
Wow. Now he asks. “Guess not anymore.” anda say.
“Tell me if I hurt anda ok? I couldn’t live with my self I did…”
“I’ll be fine.”
He starts sliding in and out, slow; than faster with each thrust. anda groan into his shoulder, fingers running through his hair.
anda were almost there.
“Hold out a little longer, babe.” He grunts.
Another thrust, and anda both hit your high, together.
anda bury your head into his collarbone to muffle your scream. The pain mixed with the pleasure have anda and adrenaline rush like never before.
He drops anda a little.
“You alright?” He asks, breathing heavily.
anda nod your head, catching your breath.
“Want to do it again?” He asks.
Before he’s even finished, your already sucking on his neck.
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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 lebih 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 anda and Mom meet?” The 12 tahun old asked.
“I bet it was an epic Cinta story.” Eight tahun old Rhett says sarcastically.
“Was Mommy pretty when anda 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 anda a lot.” (Y/N) grinned from the doorway.
Seventeen.
Seventeen bottles of bir I have drunk in the past 37 minutes.
Seventeen.
I pick up number eighteen, twist the topi, cap off, and pour it down my throat. It’s tasteless.
I lean my head back against the dinding 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 Cinta 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 Cinta you.” I blurt out.
She looks surprised for a second. But then she grins.
“I Cinta anda too.”
“This was my mom’s,” he mutters. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will anda marry me?”
