❝𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵-𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵❞
˗ˏˋ💌ˎˊ˗ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇,
𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 has often seen 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 at the local gas station,
ever since they first laid eyes on one another, they never coul...
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EIGHT , SHE'S MINE
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IT'S MORNING WHEN i wake up. my whole body aches and my head hurts.
i don't recall where i last was, but i'm in a living room.
i turn to my side as notice steve sitting on the floor, passed out. oh, i came here last night. i feel embarrassed as i try to stand, steve instantly waking up and stopping me.
"don't get up yet, you're in no condition for that." steve warns me, grabbing my hands.
"what happened?" i ask softly, trying not to wake anyone else up.
"you came here last night—someone hurt you, who was it?" steve asks me, his voice gentle but he's also alert and a part of him looks furious.
"my boyfriend." i furrow my eyebrows looking back at the memory.
"bob sheldon?" steve knits his brows together. i nod and he stands up quickly. "i'll be right back."
he doesn't come back for forever, he leaves with everyone else in the house besides ponyboy and johnny.
they're watching me lay here awkwardly. i want to tell them to fuck off but i'm too exhausted to do so. besides, they look terrified.
i start to drift off to sleep when ponyboy pipes up, "bob sheldon beat you up?"
i nod slowly, trying not to awaken the headache i had an hour ago.
"does he not know you're not supposed to beat up women?" ponyboy raises his brow.
"i guess not." i slightly smile at him. just then, steve busts into the house, his face all fucked up.
"steve?" i groan, trying to sit up but he stops me.
"lay back down, it's okay." steve reassures me, stroking my hair.
i fee butterflies flutter in my stomach, that is until soda barges into the room, his face also fucked up.
