Do you think two totally different people would fall in love? I mean it's happened before but they are just so different. A soc girl who is from the south side with mustangs, madras and a grease from the north side that steals, gets into real troubl...
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𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯
Rich people are assholes. Should I explain some more or do you understand? The only rich person that I love isn't an asshole but her family is a fucking shit hole.
I knew she hated the way dinner went. She was about to start crying when I was talking to her. Now I know why she always says she hates her family and her house. I would hate mine if I lived in the place.
"So you met the parents?" Darry asked me. I nodded and took out a cigarette to just relax.
"How was that?" Two asked me, I blew out the smoke and sighed to myself.
"When 'd you meet them?" Johnny lit his cigarette and waited for me to answer. They all did.
"I met them 2 weeks ago, they're assholes." I accidentally crushed my cigarette with my hand, I just threw it in the ash tray.
"What did Leah say about it?" Soda asked as he played with Steve the thumb war game. "I won!!"
"She uh she said sorry and didn't stop saying sorry. She was pissed and almost started crying but I had to go so I left and uh I haven't talked to her since that" I miss her.
"I'm sorry Dal, she seemed real good for you" Darry said to me and I nodded
"Fuck" I looked down and ran my hands through the back of my hair and closed my eyes hoping it was the fucking end.
The phone broke the silence by ringing so loud, I think the neighbors could of heard or maybe it was just really quiet.
"Hello?" Darry answered "for you Dal" I grabbed the phone and put it to my ear.
"Who is it?"
"It's Buck, this older dude passed by, uh went by the name Johnson or something, said he wants to meet with you and talk. He looked rich, you know him?"
"Fuck...... yeah uh when?" Why the fuck does he wants to talk to me? I think there was enough talking at the dinner.
"At 6 he said... hold up he wrote it in fucking cursive on a paper. Who the fuck writes cursive?"
"Read the fucking paper Buck I don't got all day"
"Right uh at the country club? This dude is fucking jacked man. Country club?! What the fuck?!"
"Is mickey okay over there? I need you to uh take care of him the rest of the day man, it's important. It's gonna be a long fucking night"
"Yeah uh you good?"
"Just leave out a rum bottle at the counter got it. Thanks" I hung up and sat back down on the couch.
"What happened?" Ponyboy looked kinda freaked out. He shouldn't be freaked out, I should be.
