Something cold, sharp and icy struck your neck.

You turn around to see your boyfriend Steve grinning wildly, another snowball in hand.

“It’s so on,” you laugh, as you lean down to scoop the snow.

You are hit with another snowball, right in the shoulder. You fire back, hitting him in the face.

Instead of picking up snow to make another snowball, he sprints towards you.

And tackles you into the snow.

“Oww Steve!” You laughed.

“It was needed.” He joked back.

You were lying on your backs in the snow, looking up at the stars.

You start to shiver.

He looks over at you. “Babe, are you cold?”

“Yeah.” You nod your head, teeth chattering.

He scoots closer to you, and wraps his arms around you. “Warmer?”

“Yeah,” you smile.

heres yet another poem that i wrote. enjoy!

i cried when i looked at the sky
it reminded me of you
my tears were hot with love
and affection for you

i want you so bad, honey
youre all ive ever wanted
but i guess thats too much to ask
God wont give me you, im haunted

so i stay up at night with you by my side
but thats only a dream
its never anything real
baby, i wish you knew me

if only you were real in my reality
youre real in my imaginatin
but daydreaming isnt enough
i want your affection

i really do wish you knew who i am
but your love i will never get
your affection i will never feel
but, before, we HAVE met

i read about your story
and i truly am sorry
you suffered a great loss and your pain i feel
and i wanted to say to you: Ponyboy, you are the author of your own life story

You and Ponyboy are sitting on the climbers at the park and watching the sunset. You really like Ponyboy but you don't know if he feels the same way back. All of a sudden he turns to you and begins to look you straight in the eyes. Your hearts slips a beat and you begin to blush, looking down. He lightly lifts your chin and says "(Y/N), I have an important question to ask you and I've been waitin' for the right time to ask you." You sit there speechless waiting for what comes next. Ponyboy slows begins to lean in and his lips meet yours. You accept them willingly. When the kiss ends you are both smiling and Ponyboy asks "Does that mean you'll be my girl?" You reply "Of course!" And you begin to kiss again.

You were avoiding his eyes. His beautiful eyes.

“Will you please tell me why?” You were sitting on the bathroom floor with him. You were still shaking from the silent sobs that racked your body.

“Baby look at me.” He whispers.

Your eyes meet his, and you loose it. You put your head into your hands and sob.

“Hey, hey everything’s fine. Shh babe, it’s ok. (Y/N) I promise,” he says as he picks you up an places you in his lap.

He rocks you back and forth for a few minutes, saying nothing. He looks down at your arm.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He mutters into your hair.

i love Ponyboy. if u know me then u should know this :)

1. he loves to read
2. he loves poetry
3. he loves to write
4. he wants to be a writer
5. hes a very deep person, bein a guy and all :D
6. he likes to watch sunsets
7. hes very good-looking (tho it wouldnt matter if he wasnt)
8. hes very smart
9. he swears (idk why, but i like that...)
10. we share ALOT, and when i say ALOT i mean ALOT, interests/we have ALOT in common
11. yeah. there would be more but i cant think of everything. thats how much i love him. i cant even name everything i love bout him cuz theres too much


i just wish i was good enough for him...but i know im not....</3

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~“Tim.. Are you serious right now?” You ask your boyfriend with that you-have-to-be-kidding-me look.

“Yes. I am 100% serious.” He says, grinning.

“You’re joking.”

“No I’m not.” He laughs.

“Yes you are.”

“Come on (Y/N).”

“Fine.” You say.

You take the beer from his hand and chug it down.

“There.. Are you happy with my chugging skills?” You ask.

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 punch to the face.

You fall into the mud, shocked by 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.