Two Sides of a Moon

meeting them as children

They are all under 13 years old, you are too

Darry: 12/ you're 12

"Hey, (y/n)!" A boy whispered. You pretend not to listen. It's class time and you're new at school, so you want to leave a good impression. Being the girl that you are, you really want to do what you promised your parents to do; to behave.

"Hey,(y/n)!"he whispered again. You turn around to shush him, but your eyes catch a handsome, athletic looking brunette, with green and blue eyes. You turn back around immediately, taking in, in fast deep breaths, what you just saw. Damn he is fine, but he keeps bugging you. Finally it's the last straw when he pokes you with a pencil.

" Will you cut that out?!" You yell at him, trying to seem attractive at the same time, but not too hard. He only grins and gives you a pencil, saying,"Welp...you dropped this."

"Oh," you reply dully.

"Name's Darry, in case you don't remember," he smiled. You try to hide your own smile.

"Thanks. I'm new, sorry."

"That's okay. Hey, since your new, I could show you around school a bit. Wha'd'ya say?"

His eyes entranced me to say,"Ya."

"Alright," the boy next to him elbowed him mockingly. He made kiss signs with his hands. You blush a bright red and Darry turns to him to say,"Quit it, Paul."

Two-Bit:4/You're 12

"Thank you so much, (y/n)," Mrs. Matthews hugs you gratefully.

"Oh it's fine ma'am, anything for a few extra bucks these days," you reply. A boy shyly holds tightly to Mrs. Matthews leg.

"This is (y/n), Kieth..." She says softly. The boy looks at you with wide-eyes and refuses to let go of his ma. You feel touched by his willingness to stay close to her.

"I have to go to work baby," she pulled him from her and kissed his forehead,"Now you take care of Katy, you hear?"

He nodded politely. Katy is his kid sister. Mrs Matthews left and the boy started wailing for her to come back. You picked him up and held him,"It's okay lil' buddy."

"She won't --come --back..." He choked out.

You shake your head at him,"Of course she'll come back. I promise kiddo..."

"And will my Pop come back too?"he asked. His innocent question was a stab to my heart.

"He will come by too," you lie. The boy nuzzled in between my shoulder and neck and rested his head gently. You take him to his little bed, which decorated with Mickey Mouse, and let him sleep. You wonder vaguely how the kid would have to grow up without a father.

Dally:8/ You're 7

It's a cold day at school, and you cross your arms tightly, feeling the cold winter's breeze. Even with the sweater you have on, you feel the aching cold. You decide to go under the jungle gym, so you could avoid talking to other people and maybe cozy up in there. You make it there and you find a tow-headed boy without a sweater, shivering. Even his chin trembles.