Intoxicated Love

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Y/n POV

~Six Months Later~

Life has been good these past few months. Darry and I argue a ton less, making everyone else happy and hang out more. Two-bit and I have, of course, gotten closer than ever, and I became closer friends with Dally and officially finally became friends with Steve. But both Steve and Dally have turned eighteen, so I can't call them children anymore which makes me a little sad. Ponyboy and I have gotten closer too! We were never really that close before but now we're almost inseparable, I never realized how much we had in common before. Soda and I have also gotten to know each other a lot better. He's practically like my therapist now, whenever I have a problem or want to talk about something, Soda's my man.

But today is a special day, it's Two and I's eight month anniversary! Now you're probably thinking, oh god not again with the anniversary thing, remember what happened last time?

Well after I beat up Marcia, the Socs called for a rumble. The gang actually let me fight this time! Mostly because it was entirely my fault, but they still let me fight and I will take that as a win! We also won, which was amazing! And now most Socs stay far away from me, especially Marcia. She still has scars from me all over her face.

Anyways, I woke up this morning and made breakfast because I was the first one up for once. I was in an especially good mood today because I was going to spend it all with my love, so I made everyone's favorite breakfast. When Two finally got here, I latched onto him and gave him a hug.
"Miss me already?" He joked and I kissed him and gave him some cake and beer, his favorite.

"Get a room" Dallas called to us "guess who's making their own breakfast this morning?" I told him with a smile and Steve laughed.
"I would say the same to you, but it's not that hard to cute a slice of cake" I told Steve.

A little while later we left, and Two just wanted to hang out at his place and watch Mickey, so that's where we went.

Everything got better for him at home too. His dad had finally gone too far and beat Two's mother so badly that they called the police. He got arrested and was put into jail for a few years.
I feel so bad for his mother, but it's a relief for his entire family.

He doesn't have to be constantly worried about going home anymore.

We walked into his house and sat on the couch, and he turned on Mickey.
"Hey y/n! How are you?" His mom asked from the kitchen, "I'm good, how about you?" I answered and she said "great!". His mom left a little later and Two-but and I were entangled with each other. Pretty much, we were cuddling on top of the other, and were too comfortable to move.

Around noon, we went to the Dingo to eat. We were having so much fun, Two-bit was throwing french fries into my mouth from across the table and I was struggling to catch them. Then we shared a milkshake, and I may or may not have made two bucks from Two daring me to chug the rest of it. After, we were holding hands from across the table and it was really cute.

When we left it was a little later in the afternoon, so I decided to do one of our favorite things we do together. Shoplift.

We walked to a small grocery store that had a decent amount of people in it. We walked in and over to the cigarette section and when the cashier was occupied, and we shoved some in our jacket pockets. Then I grabbed a random bunch of lettuce and brought that to the front and paid for it.
"Darry has something to use for dinner now" I told Two with a laugh when we left the store. He found that incredibly funny and we walked to my house to drop off the lettuce.

Finally we walked to our special spot, the river. We both still come to this river whenever something is bothering us, or we just need to calm down. We always come here together on dates.

I love him so much.
I love him more than I've ever loved anything, and I know that he loves me the same.

It's funny to think that our entire relationship started because of when I was drunk one time and he brought me home so I wouldn't get into trouble.

It makes me think, not all relationships have to start out perfect, they could happen just like mine.

An intoxicated love to start a lifetime of love.