Du two spent the rest of the Tag together. "I have to go home" pony sagte standing up. "Okay" Du sagte and stood up with him. Du walked him to the door and opened it. He hugged Du tight not wanting to let go. Du hugged him back the same way. "Bye babe" he sagte and walked away. "Bye" Du sagte shutting the door. Du walked back up stairs. Du sat down on the couch and thought about the clothes Du had on. Your P.o.V Why did I have these clothes? Would my parents tell me if I was a true Soc.? Du thought about if they would. I don't think they would. Is it even possible to do that? Back to normal All these thoughts ran threw your head. The door opened as Du still thought about the questions. It was your mom walked to the kitchen. "Hi honey" she sagte and smiled at you. "Hi" Du mumbled. She came back into the living room and looked at you. "What's the matter?" "Nothing" Du said. "Where'd Du get the clothes" she sagte and smiled. "In my closet. Which is weird cause I don't dress in these clothes. Cause I'm a greaser. Don't ya think that's weird" Du said. "No not at all" your mom said. Du rolled your eyes. The Weiter morning Du woke up to your mom sining. Du walked into the küche as she was dressed in a dress and some highheels.
Darry’s Perspective
I never got to hold her.
We had tried so hard, and when (Y/N) finally got pregnant, it was like a miracle almost.
I should have known it was too good to be true.
I felt her kick; three times. And that was it.
I talked to her all the time.
And those five precious months was all I got with her.
And so here I sit, against the Wand of the kitchen, bier in hand.
Five months.