“I can’t believe Du have to work on New Year’s Eve.” Ponyboy mumbles.
Du give him a quick KISS on the cheek as Du head towards the door. “I know, but I’ll be paid extra for working tonight.”
“Waiting tables?” He snorts.
Du roll your eyes. “Well it is a holiday.” Not knowing what else to say about your profession, Du add, “Lots of people go out tonight.”
“Can I visit Du to get a New Year’s kiss?” He asks as Du turn the doorknob to the front door.
Du stop. Du didn’t want him coming to see where Du worked. “No,” Du say quietly.
“Why not?”
“Just… No.” Du say, and leave.
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The bass pounded, the colored lights flashed.
Du 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. Du were desperate for money, and Du apparently had the sex appeal for it.
Du take a look in the bathroom mirror, your hair all curly, and your wearing this black leather and fishnet ensemble.
“You look so slutty.” Du think to yourself.
What would Ponyboy think?
He’d be so disappointed in you.
And Du just want to break down and cry, knowing how upset he’d be.
Du fight back tears, not wanting to ruin your eyeliner and mascara.
Du quickly Schreiben yourself, Du were on in 5.
Du 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 Musik starts, and the lights go up. Du feel the beat, starting to slide down the pole.
As Du turn around, kicking up your leg, Du see him.
Du see him, standing at the entrance, the look on his face killing you.
Du 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 Du ignore him, biting your lip to keep from sobbing.
Du see him mouth something. At first Du can’t make it out, but then Du realize he’s saying: “I’m sorry.”
Du shake your head, letting him know it’s not his fault.
He starts walking towards you, making his way through the crowd of men.
Du hop off the stage, making your way towards him, as fast as your high heeled boots would carry you.
Du run into his arms, which immediately wickeln, wickeln sie around you, pulling Du close. “I’m sorry.” He whispers. “I’m so sorry.”
Du 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 Du a real job, and everything will be fine. I promise.”
All Du 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 Jahr will be different.” Du sniffle.
Du give him a quick KISS on the cheek as Du head towards the door. “I know, but I’ll be paid extra for working tonight.”
“Waiting tables?” He snorts.
Du roll your eyes. “Well it is a holiday.” Not knowing what else to say about your profession, Du add, “Lots of people go out tonight.”
“Can I visit Du to get a New Year’s kiss?” He asks as Du turn the doorknob to the front door.
Du stop. Du didn’t want him coming to see where Du worked. “No,” Du say quietly.
“Why not?”
“Just… No.” Du say, and leave.
******************
The bass pounded, the colored lights flashed.
Du 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. Du were desperate for money, and Du apparently had the sex appeal for it.
Du take a look in the bathroom mirror, your hair all curly, and your wearing this black leather and fishnet ensemble.
“You look so slutty.” Du think to yourself.
What would Ponyboy think?
He’d be so disappointed in you.
And Du just want to break down and cry, knowing how upset he’d be.
Du fight back tears, not wanting to ruin your eyeliner and mascara.
Du quickly Schreiben yourself, Du were on in 5.
Du 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 Musik starts, and the lights go up. Du feel the beat, starting to slide down the pole.
As Du turn around, kicking up your leg, Du see him.
Du see him, standing at the entrance, the look on his face killing you.
Du 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 Du ignore him, biting your lip to keep from sobbing.
Du see him mouth something. At first Du can’t make it out, but then Du realize he’s saying: “I’m sorry.”
Du shake your head, letting him know it’s not his fault.
He starts walking towards you, making his way through the crowd of men.
Du hop off the stage, making your way towards him, as fast as your high heeled boots would carry you.
Du run into his arms, which immediately wickeln, wickeln sie around you, pulling Du close. “I’m sorry.” He whispers. “I’m so sorry.”
Du 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 Du a real job, and everything will be fine. I promise.”
All Du 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 Jahr will be different.” Du sniffle.
We saw a car going around the park. Uh-oh. It wasn't just any old car. It was Bob's car. "We should make a run for it." I sagte to pony "No we should stay." he sagte back. Carli and I sat behind them staring at Bob and all the others. Carli sagte to all of us. "Why can't Bob walk around the door instead of over it? What is it to much energy?" We all wanted to laugh,but, then they would be on to us. "You know what a greaser is? Whitetrash with long greasy hair." Bob said. We all got a sick feeling because that hurt all of us. Even though me and Carli only sneak a drop of it here and there... it still hirt us. Ponyboy sagte "Oh ya well do Du know what asoc is? "What" sagte Bob "Whitetrash with mustangs and madras." Then he spit at them. Why pony why? we all run as fast as we could. I guess it was not fast enough because Weiter thing I knew I was on the ground Weiter to Johnny and Carli. "Where is Pony?" I asked all shaky "Is he dead?" "No I'm all alright." Ponyboy said
