“I can’t believe anda have to work on New Year’s Eve.” Ponyboy mumbles.
anda give him a quick Ciuman on the cheek as anda head towards the door. “I know, but I’ll be paid extra for working tonight.”
“Waiting tables?” He snorts.
anda roll your eyes. “Well it is a holiday.” Not knowing what else to say about your profession, anda add, “Lots of people go out tonight.”
“Can I visit anda to get a New Year’s kiss?” He asks as anda turn the doorknob to the front door.
anda stop. anda didn’t want him coming to see where anda worked. “No,” anda say quietly.
“Why not?”
“Just… No.” anda say, and leave.
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The bass pounded, the colored lights flashed.
anda glance at the clock. Only 11:50. Another couple hours in this whore house.
Stripping wasn’t how you’d picture your future to be. It sorta just happened. anda were desperate for money, and anda apparently had the sex appeal for it.
anda take a look in the bathroom mirror, your hair all curly, and your wearing this black leather and fishnet ensemble.
“You look so slutty.” anda think to yourself.
What would Ponyboy think?
He’d be so disappointed in you.
And anda just want to break down and cry, knowing how upset he’d be.
anda fight back tears, not wanting to ruin your eyeliner and mascara.
anda quickly karang yourself, anda were on in 5.
anda walk backstage in a daze, not really concentrating, ready just to be another pretty face and body for men to stare at.
The lights go dark on the stage, your cue to take your place at your pole, the one on the stage right.
The Muzik starts, and the lights go up. anda feel the beat, starting to slide down the pole.
As anda turn around, kicking up your leg, anda see him.
anda see him, standing at the entrance, the look on his face killing you.
anda instantly let go of the pole, stand up, and look at him, eyes starting to water.
“Bitch, get back to dancing!” Some drunk yells at you, but anda ignore him, biting your lip to keep from sobbing.
anda see him mouth something. At first anda can’t make it out, but then anda realize he’s saying: “I’m sorry.”
anda shake your head, letting him know it’s not his fault.
He starts walking towards you, making his way through the crowd of men.
anda hop off the stage, making your way towards him, as fast as your high heeled boots would carry you.
anda run into his arms, which immediately bungkus, balut around you, pulling anda close. “I’m sorry.” He whispers. “I’m so sorry.”
anda can’t help it now, the tears start to flow.
He pulls away, holding your face in your hands, trying to hold back tears himself. “You’re going to quit, alright? I’ll support you, I swear. We’ll find anda a real job, and everything will be fine. I promise.”
All anda can do is cry and nod, make up running down your face.
“5, 4, 3, 2-” the crowd counts down to signal the new year.
And his lips crash into yours.
“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” The club roars.
“This tahun will be different.” anda sniffle.
anda give him a quick Ciuman on the cheek as anda head towards the door. “I know, but I’ll be paid extra for working tonight.”
“Waiting tables?” He snorts.
anda roll your eyes. “Well it is a holiday.” Not knowing what else to say about your profession, anda add, “Lots of people go out tonight.”
“Can I visit anda to get a New Year’s kiss?” He asks as anda turn the doorknob to the front door.
anda stop. anda didn’t want him coming to see where anda worked. “No,” anda say quietly.
“Why not?”
“Just… No.” anda say, and leave.
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The bass pounded, the colored lights flashed.
anda glance at the clock. Only 11:50. Another couple hours in this whore house.
Stripping wasn’t how you’d picture your future to be. It sorta just happened. anda were desperate for money, and anda apparently had the sex appeal for it.
anda take a look in the bathroom mirror, your hair all curly, and your wearing this black leather and fishnet ensemble.
“You look so slutty.” anda think to yourself.
What would Ponyboy think?
He’d be so disappointed in you.
And anda just want to break down and cry, knowing how upset he’d be.
anda fight back tears, not wanting to ruin your eyeliner and mascara.
anda quickly karang yourself, anda were on in 5.
anda walk backstage in a daze, not really concentrating, ready just to be another pretty face and body for men to stare at.
The lights go dark on the stage, your cue to take your place at your pole, the one on the stage right.
The Muzik starts, and the lights go up. anda feel the beat, starting to slide down the pole.
As anda turn around, kicking up your leg, anda see him.
anda see him, standing at the entrance, the look on his face killing you.
anda instantly let go of the pole, stand up, and look at him, eyes starting to water.
“Bitch, get back to dancing!” Some drunk yells at you, but anda ignore him, biting your lip to keep from sobbing.
anda see him mouth something. At first anda can’t make it out, but then anda realize he’s saying: “I’m sorry.”
anda shake your head, letting him know it’s not his fault.
He starts walking towards you, making his way through the crowd of men.
anda hop off the stage, making your way towards him, as fast as your high heeled boots would carry you.
anda run into his arms, which immediately bungkus, balut around you, pulling anda close. “I’m sorry.” He whispers. “I’m so sorry.”
anda can’t help it now, the tears start to flow.
He pulls away, holding your face in your hands, trying to hold back tears himself. “You’re going to quit, alright? I’ll support you, I swear. We’ll find anda a real job, and everything will be fine. I promise.”
All anda can do is cry and nod, make up running down your face.
“5, 4, 3, 2-” the crowd counts down to signal the new year.
And his lips crash into yours.
“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” The club roars.
“This tahun will be different.” anda sniffle.
“You alright, babe?” He asks. anda were lying on your stomach on bahagian, atas of him.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” anda 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 atau something?” anda say.
“Ok, well then every other night.” He grins.
“That might work.” anda laugh.
“By the looks of it, we’ll have lots of little kids on our hands.” He winks.