“So, you’re Soda’s girl?” From who you understand to be one of Tim Shepard’s gang members.
You nod, a little uncomfortable at how close he was to you.
“Where is the pretty boy now?” He asks.
“The bathroom.” You say shortly.
“Oh.” He says, pulling out a weed, lighting it. “So what’s he doin with a soc like you?”
“Well, I’m assuming he likes me.” You say.
“I can see why…” He leans in a little more. “Can I get you a drink?”
“No, I’m fine.” You say, a bit annoyed.
“You sure?” Taking a drag on his cigarette.
“Positive.” You fake smile.
“Well aren’t you a stuck up soc?” He snickers.
“Excuse me?”
“A stuck up soc… That’s what. Just a little asong babae like the rest of them.”
“Hey!” Soda says from behind the hood.
He turned around, looking at your boyfriend. Soda walks towards him. “That’s my girlfriend.”
“Yeah, a stuck up brat.”
“Want to say that again?” Soda says, stepping another step towards your harasser.
“You’re girlfriend is a bitchy stuck up-“
He doesn’t have time to finish his sentence, as Soda’s fist meets his cheek.
“If you ever talk like that again to her, you’re dead.”
You nod, a little uncomfortable at how close he was to you.
“Where is the pretty boy now?” He asks.
“The bathroom.” You say shortly.
“Oh.” He says, pulling out a weed, lighting it. “So what’s he doin with a soc like you?”
“Well, I’m assuming he likes me.” You say.
“I can see why…” He leans in a little more. “Can I get you a drink?”
“No, I’m fine.” You say, a bit annoyed.
“You sure?” Taking a drag on his cigarette.
“Positive.” You fake smile.
“Well aren’t you a stuck up soc?” He snickers.
“Excuse me?”
“A stuck up soc… That’s what. Just a little asong babae like the rest of them.”
“Hey!” Soda says from behind the hood.
He turned around, looking at your boyfriend. Soda walks towards him. “That’s my girlfriend.”
“Yeah, a stuck up brat.”
“Want to say that again?” Soda says, stepping another step towards your harasser.
“You’re girlfriend is a bitchy stuck up-“
He doesn’t have time to finish his sentence, as Soda’s fist meets his cheek.
“If you ever talk like that again to her, you’re dead.”
“Soda, ok, you can come in now.” Ponyboy grinned. I was standing susunod to him, and he was susunod 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 sando 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?” You 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 sando 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?” You ask Soda.
He just looks at you, smiles and nods his head.
Soda’s Perspective
“Daddy is this flour or 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 kama for Mother’s araw with the kids, but we were failing miserably.
(Y/N) walks into the kusina in her pajamas. As soon as she saw the mess we made, her eyes got wide.
I walk over to her. Grab her sa pamamagitan ng 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 or 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 kama for Mother’s araw with the kids, but we were failing miserably.
(Y/N) walks into the kusina in her pajamas. As soon as she saw the mess we made, her eyes got wide.
I walk over to her. Grab her sa pamamagitan ng 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.” you say.
“Why?” Soda asks, smiling.
“What if the cars blow up, and we die? Or what if they crash? Or-“
“Hey it’s going to be fine,” He interrupts you. “Have some popcorn.”
“But what if I’m eating papkorn and the cars blow up and we die?”
“Then I’ll blow up and die eating papkorn with the girl I love.”
And he kisses you on the lips.
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The cars zoomed by.
“This makes me so nervous.” you say.
“Why?” Soda asks, smiling.
“What if the cars blow up, and we die? Or what if they crash? Or-“
“Hey it’s going to be fine,” He interrupts you. “Have some popcorn.”
“But what if I’m eating papkorn and the cars blow up and we die?”
“Then I’ll blow up and die eating papkorn with the girl I love.”
And he kisses you 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 taon 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 sinabi 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 sopa to give her a hug.
“I pag-ibig you Daddy.”
“Love you too, sweetheart.”
“You’re still going to be the first boy I fell in pag-ibig with.”
“Daddy, do I look ok?” Grace asks. I put down my newspaper to look at my 15 taon 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 sinabi 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 sopa to give her a hug.
“I pag-ibig you Daddy.”
“Love you too, sweetheart.”
“You’re still going to be the first boy I fell in pag-ibig with.”
The yells from the lot were louder than ever.
You knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
You hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
You 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 you didn’t want any of them hurt; or dead.
You saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
You start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a manuntok to the face.
You fall into the mud, shocked sa pamamagitan ng the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
You feel a hand on your shoulder as you get up. You grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” you thought. “This is fun.”
You understood why they liked these so much.
You knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
You hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
You 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 you didn’t want any of them hurt; or dead.
You saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
You start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a manuntok to the face.
You fall into the mud, shocked sa pamamagitan ng the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
You feel a hand on your shoulder as you get up. You grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” you thought. “This is fun.”
You understood why they liked these so much.
