Du felt his hand hand on your knee.
“Babe, I’m trying to watch some Mickey Mouse.” Du say, slightly annoyed.
He leans in, and whispers in your ear, “Are Du nervous yet?”
Du knew this game, and Du weren’t going to give in.
So Du didn’t answer, and just stared at the TV.
He inches his hand up a little. “How bout now?”
Du just ignore him.
Another few inches. “Are Du nervous yet ?” He was right starting to reach your thigh.
Du change the channel just to Zeigen Du aren’t phased at all.
His hands goes up a little more. “Are Du nervous yet?”
Still no response from you.
His hand was now on your inner thigh, right Von the zipper of your jeans.
And Du start laughing like crazy.
He keeps his hand there, but smiles. “What’s so funny?”
“It tickles.” Du giggle.
“Really?” He asks curiously, leaning in.
Lips crash, sparks fly. It’s all a blur. The Weiter thing Du know, both your shirts are across the room, his body on oben, nach oben of yours, hands going up from your hips and under your bra.
His hands go behind your back, snapping your bra apart, and tossing it aside.
Du tug off his shorts, and he kicks them off.
His hands go down, stopping at the waistband of your pants.
He unbuttons the button and pulls down the zipper. He tugs them off, slowly.
“WHOA!” Steve yells from the doorway.
“What the fuck do Du think you’re doing?” Soda asks, covering up your mostly naked body.
“Well I was going to Mitmachen y’all for some Mickey maus but noooo Du couldn’t keep it in your pants.” Steve grins, rolling his eyes.
“Out!” Soda yells.
“But it was getting to the good part!”
“Out!”
“Babe, I’m trying to watch some Mickey Mouse.” Du say, slightly annoyed.
He leans in, and whispers in your ear, “Are Du nervous yet?”
Du knew this game, and Du weren’t going to give in.
So Du didn’t answer, and just stared at the TV.
He inches his hand up a little. “How bout now?”
Du just ignore him.
Another few inches. “Are Du nervous yet ?” He was right starting to reach your thigh.
Du change the channel just to Zeigen Du aren’t phased at all.
His hands goes up a little more. “Are Du nervous yet?”
Still no response from you.
His hand was now on your inner thigh, right Von the zipper of your jeans.
And Du start laughing like crazy.
He keeps his hand there, but smiles. “What’s so funny?”
“It tickles.” Du giggle.
“Really?” He asks curiously, leaning in.
Lips crash, sparks fly. It’s all a blur. The Weiter thing Du know, both your shirts are across the room, his body on oben, nach oben of yours, hands going up from your hips and under your bra.
His hands go behind your back, snapping your bra apart, and tossing it aside.
Du tug off his shorts, and he kicks them off.
His hands go down, stopping at the waistband of your pants.
He unbuttons the button and pulls down the zipper. He tugs them off, slowly.
“WHOA!” Steve yells from the doorway.
“What the fuck do Du think you’re doing?” Soda asks, covering up your mostly naked body.
“Well I was going to Mitmachen y’all for some Mickey maus but noooo Du couldn’t keep it in your pants.” Steve grins, rolling his eyes.
“Out!” Soda yells.
“But it was getting to the good part!”
“Out!”
“Soda, ok, Du can come in now.” Ponyboy grinned. I was standing Weiter to him, and he was Weiter to Mickey Mouse.
With the money that I would have gone to college with, and with what Ponyboy had saved, we had bought Soda his horse.
Soda came in, in his plaid hemd, shirt and jeans. His jaw dropped. Then he smile brighter than the sun.
He walked over to horse.
“Hey buddy,” he says, smiling, petting his nose.
“It took forever to get him to listen,” Ponyboy said.
“Yeah, I got myself and ornery pony.” Soda grins.
“You happy?” Du ask Soda.
He just looks at you, smiles and nods his head.
With the money that I would have gone to college with, and with what Ponyboy had saved, we had bought Soda his horse.
Soda came in, in his plaid hemd, shirt and jeans. His jaw dropped. Then he smile brighter than the sun.
He walked over to horse.
“Hey buddy,” he says, smiling, petting his nose.
“It took forever to get him to listen,” Ponyboy said.
“Yeah, I got myself and ornery pony.” Soda grins.
“You happy?” Du ask Soda.
He just looks at you, smiles and nods his head.
Soda’s Perspective
“Daddy is this flour oder sugar!”
“Daddy these are burnt!”
Faith was in her high chair, making a giant mess with the Cheerios, Logan was just eating the waffles, and Grace was attempting to mix the waffle batter.
This was not working.
I was trying to make (Y/N) breakfast in bett for Mother’s Tag with the kids, but we were failing miserably.
(Y/N) walks into the küche in her pajamas. As soon as she saw the mess we made, her eyes got wide.
I walk over to her. Grab her Von the waist and give her a quick kiss. “Ok go put clothes on, we’re going out for breakfast.” She smiles. “Happy Mother’s Day, babe.”
“Daddy is this flour oder sugar!”
“Daddy these are burnt!”
Faith was in her high chair, making a giant mess with the Cheerios, Logan was just eating the waffles, and Grace was attempting to mix the waffle batter.
This was not working.
I was trying to make (Y/N) breakfast in bett for Mother’s Tag with the kids, but we were failing miserably.
(Y/N) walks into the küche in her pajamas. As soon as she saw the mess we made, her eyes got wide.
I walk over to her. Grab her Von the waist and give her a quick kiss. “Ok go put clothes on, we’re going out for breakfast.” She smiles. “Happy Mother’s Day, babe.”
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The cars zoomed by.
“This makes me so nervous.” Du say.
“Why?” Soda asks, smiling.
“What if the cars blow up, and we die? oder what if they crash? Or-“
“Hey it’s going to be fine,” He interrupts you. “Have some popcorn.”
“But what if I’m eating popcorn and the cars blow up and we die?”
“Then I’ll blow up and die eating popcorn with the girl I love.”
And he kisses Du on the lips.
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The cars zoomed by.
“This makes me so nervous.” Du say.
“Why?” Soda asks, smiling.
“What if the cars blow up, and we die? oder what if they crash? Or-“
“Hey it’s going to be fine,” He interrupts you. “Have some popcorn.”
“But what if I’m eating popcorn and the cars blow up and we die?”
“Then I’ll blow up and die eating popcorn with the girl I love.”
And he kisses Du on the lips.
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Soda’s Perspective
“Daddy, do I look ok?” Grace asks. I put down my newspaper to look at my 15 Jahr old daughter. Wow.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” It pained me to see her going on her first date. But I was smiling.
“I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise.”
I grin. Exactly what her mother sagte to her dad on our first date.
“I know.” I manage to say. “You’re a good kid.”
“Not like Faith,” Grace grins. Oh my Faith. Nine years old and already had a “boyfriend”. She was completely hilarious.
“Not like Faith.” I smile.
I get up off the couch to give her a hug.
“I Liebe Du Daddy.”
“Love Du too, sweetheart.”
“You’re still going to be the first boy I fell in Liebe with.”
“Daddy, do I look ok?” Grace asks. I put down my newspaper to look at my 15 Jahr old daughter. Wow.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” It pained me to see her going on her first date. But I was smiling.
“I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise.”
I grin. Exactly what her mother sagte to her dad on our first date.
“I know.” I manage to say. “You’re a good kid.”
“Not like Faith,” Grace grins. Oh my Faith. Nine years old and already had a “boyfriend”. She was completely hilarious.
“Not like Faith.” I smile.
I get up off the couch to give her a hug.
“I Liebe Du Daddy.”
“Love Du too, sweetheart.”
“You’re still going to be the first boy I fell in Liebe with.”
The yells from the lot were louder than ever.
Du knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
Du hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
Du went over to lot, to make sure things weren’t getting out of hand. If they were, you’d definately call the police.
It would risk them getting arrested, but Du didn’t want any of them hurt; oder dead.
Du saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
Du start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a schlagen, punsch to the face.
Du fall into the mud, shocked Von the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
Du feel a hand on your shoulder as Du get up. Du grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” Du thought. “This is fun.”
Du understood why they liked these so much.
Du knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
Du hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
Du went over to lot, to make sure things weren’t getting out of hand. If they were, you’d definately call the police.
It would risk them getting arrested, but Du didn’t want any of them hurt; oder dead.
Du saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
Du start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a schlagen, punsch to the face.
Du fall into the mud, shocked Von the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
Du feel a hand on your shoulder as Du get up. Du grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” Du thought. “This is fun.”
Du understood why they liked these so much.
