Ponyboy's last football game that counted was the Friday after the play. Ashlynn was already outside waiting for Steve's car to pick us up while I shoved all my stuff into my dance bag. I was headed out of the room where we changed when Madame Evelyn stopped me.
"Miss Smith", she called. "I'm sorry. I know you're busy, but can I have a word with you please?"
"Of course", I told her.
"Since you're a senior this year, I was wondering if you'd like a solo in this year's show."
"Y-yeah", I stuttered. "Yeah, I'd love one if I can have one."
"Tomorrow after we teach, we can talk a little more about it. Discuss what music you want it to and whatnot."
"Thank you, Madame", I said and gave her a quick hug. "Have a good night."
"Thank you, dear. And you have a good night too."
I rushed out of the building to see Steve's car in the curb. The moment I climbed into the backseat and shut the door, he started to drive.
"What kept you?" Ashlynn asked. She, Pony and I were stuffed in the back like sardines in a can, though she was probably a little more comfortable than Pony and I since she was smaller than us. She was supposed to have been 5'4, but, like me, hadn't quite reached her intended height and had stopped at 5'2.
"Madame Evelyn just wanted to talk to me."
"About what?"
"If I wanted a solo during the show in June."
"Really?" she exclaimed. "You said yes, right?"
"Yeah, I said yes. We're gonna talk more about it tomorrow after class."
"We're here", Steve announced. The three of us shot out of the car and into the Curtis' house to get changed. Soda and Steve came in too, albeit not with as much urgency.
Ashlynn and I changed in the bathroom, tearing off our dance clothes and putting on our regular clothes, which for her consisted of a pair of jeans, a T-shirt, and a sweatshirt. My outfit was similar to hers, but instead of a T-shirt and sweatshirt, I had on Pony's jersey and the letterman jacket that he and the rest of the team had recently gotten. Both were pretty big on me, but I liked wearing them. Especially since they were warm.
It had been a kind of universal thing since the fiasco where Pony walked in on me changing that I changed in the bathroom and he changed in his room when we went to his house before a game. If Ashlynn came (which she usually did), we would both change in the bathroom together.
The two of us burst out of the bathroom to find Darry waiting right outside. He quickly went in and closed the door. Another thing that happened when we went to the Curtis to get ready was Darry taking an insanely fast shower while Pony was finishing getting ready. I honestly didn't know how he did it, but then again, boys' showers were usually quicker than girls'.
We all scrambled around the house until it was time to go, piling into our different vehicles and driving off. Two-Bit would be meeting us at the school, as well as Ruth. My family would be coming too and would be meeting us at the game. Rachel had some huge project that she had to work on for school, so she wasn't able to come. Evie was home with Andrew, so she couldn't come either.
At the school, Pony ran to join the team as the everyone found each other and then our seats, where we were finally able to rest for a bit.
I slumped into my chair and sighed loudly. "God, that was exhausting. Remind me again how we do this every week."
"Still can't answer that question for you, Lily-Flower", Soda said.
"That my new nickname?" I asked, a smirk on my face.
"You better believe it", he laughed as he wrapped an arm around Ashlynn's shoulders.
"So how was he doin' in the car?" I asked him. "Nervous?"
"He certainly looked like it", Soda laughed.
"It's the last game of the season, so obviously he's gonna be nervous", Ashlynn pointed out.
"Touché, my dear", he said. "Touché.
The pad of my index finger subconsciously started rubbing the nail of my thumb, feeling the nail polish that was painted in it. I had grown out my nails to a reasonable length and had had Ashlynn paint them one day when I stayed over her house since I couldn't do them for my life. They were now a kind of pink that was apparently referred to was "frosted", which was some kind of fad that lots of girls wore. Since I wasn't an expert at fashion and trends, I just went with it. It was a pretty color, anyway.
Our team and the opposing one came out onto the field and we all stood for the National Anthem. They all lined up and the game began.
By half-time the ball had been snapped back and punted hundreds of times, yet we barely had any points while the other team…well they had way more than us. The tension on our side could be felt and if you looked close enough, you could see the players and coaches looking anxious too.
Pony and the other players went into a huddle and stayed there for a while before breaking up. Everyone watched nervously as they lined up again and I crossed my fingers, as though that would somehow alter our chances.
The second half of the game started, showing that whatever they had decided to do in that huddle had worked. They were making an amazing comeback, getting touchdown after touchdown and goal after goal. Our side was going absolutely berserk, screaming and yelling and cheering every time someone on our team did anything even remotely praise-worthy.
We were only a touchdown away from winning by the time there was one minute left in the game. Soda was bouncing his leg while Darry was leaning forward as much as was physically possible without falling over into the row of seats below us. Steve had started playing with the zipper on his sweatshirt and was squirming a little in his seat. Ashlynn was drumming her fingers on her thigh and leaning further into her boyfriend. Ruth was practically jumping up and down in her seat. I was switching between ringing my hands, twisting my ring around my finger and rubbing the buttons of Pony's letterman jacket between my forefinger and thumb.
The team grouped into one last huddle before going back out onto the field. The ball was snapped back and the timer started ticking down, second by second. I started screaming along with everyone else at our team, yelling at them to get the touchdown. There were only fifteen seconds on the clock when the football was passed to my boyfriend. The gang and I were all screaming at the top of our lungs and in hysterics.
Pony ran down the field with the ball tucked under his arm.
"C'mon, honey, you can do it!" I yelled.
"Get there, Little Colt! Get there!" Soda shrieked.
He sprinted down that field like he was at a track meet while our entire side was cheering him on.
I mentally counted down along with the clock. Five. Four. Three. Two…
Just as the timer hit zero, he crossed the goal line, prompting us all to erupt in screams. The entire team crowded around him and picked him up on their shoulders. The gang and I ran down onto the field, the rest of our side quickly following.
He took off his helmet and mouth piece, smiling, whooping, and pumping his fist in the air. Since Pony was high up, he saw us before we got there. When he saw me running towards him, he patted the shoulder of one of the guys holding him up. He pointed to me with a smile on his face and said something to the guys, who let him down.
"I did it, darlin'! I did it!" he screamed, running towards me and lifting me above his head. I squealed as I looked down at him, causing him to laugh and drop me down slightly so he was lifting me up with his arms around my waist. He looked into my eyes with a smile for a moment before kissing me. I instantly kissed back and wrapped my arms around his neck. After a bit, we pulled away and touched our foreheads together.
"You did it", I laughed.
"I did it", he agreed, giving me a final peck on the lips as the gang everyone came over. Darry was absolutely losing it. I had never seen him look more proud than he did then. He hugged Pony with an iron grip and I noticed something that I hadn't before: Ponyboy and Darry were exactly the same height. I guessed that my boyfriend had grown two inches in the past year since he was Darry's height of 6'2. Some quick calculations in my head concluded that there was a ten-inch height difference between the two of us. Soda's gonna freak, I thought.
We all congratulated and fawned over him until a man came over. He was short with dark skin, hair, and eyes and looked to be in his late thirties to early forties. Darry seemed to recognize him, as he went over to him with a smile and did that "man-hug" thing.
"Sorry to interrupt y'all over here", he chuckled.
"It's alright, sir", Pony said.
"I just wanted to say that you did amazing out there, Curtis. Just like your brother."
"Thank you, sir."
"And I'm guessin' this is your girlfriend?" He had a warm smile on his face.
"Yes, sir", I answered.
"I'm Coach Rodriguez", he said and held out his hand to me.
"I'm Lily Smith", I told him as I shook it.
"Nice to meet you. I'm surprised I didn't 'til now. From all the talkin' I've heard Ponyboy here do about you since he started on this team, it doesn't seem like y'all just started dating the other week."
"No, sir", I agreed, looking up at Pony's now-blushing face. "We've been together for three years."
"I'd love to stay, but it looks like you got lots of adoring fans, Curtis", Mr. Rodriguez laughed. "I'll see you later."
Then Dad came over to Pony and gave him one of those "man-hug" things as well. "You did really great, son." Then he complemented him on football things that I was always kind of clueless about, no matter how many times I played or watched football.
"Thank you, sir", Pony told him with a smile.
Practically everyone from our side congratulated my boyfriend at some point in the next few minutes. They just kept coming up to him, one after the other, and sometimes multiple people at once. Ponyboy's arm remained wrapped securely around either my shoulders or my waist the entire time, making the claustrophobic feeling a little more bearable since I knew he was next to me at all times.
After what felt like hours, we all finally left. My parents gave me a bag of overnight stuff that I had asked them to bring since I was staying over at the Curtis', took the twins, and drove home. Steve congratulated Pony one last time before hopping in his car and going home too.
Two-Bit offered to drive Ashlynn to her house on his way to his, so they both left soon after Steve.
The rest of us crowded into Darry's truck with him driving, Ruth riding shotgun, and the rest of us in the back.
"Damn, is it ever crowded back here", Soda laughed.
"It certainly is", I agreed.
While we drove, I rested my head on Pony's shoulder and yawned.
"You tired, darlin'?"
"Mm-hm", I hummed with a nod.
He wrapped an arm around my waist. "You had dinner yet?"
"Nope."
"Why don't you eat something when we got back. Then you can do whatever you need to do."
"Okay", I sighed. I was very hungry, but I also really just wanted to take a shower and sleep.
We got to the Curtis' house and Darry started immediately making dinner.
"I'm gonna go take a shower while he's makin' dinner", I told Pony tiredly.
He nodded and kissed my head before I grabbed a towel and my toiletry bag and headed into the bathroom. My shoulder felt sore and I tried rolling it out in the shower, but it didn't do much. I just hoped the hot water would loosen it up.
I got out of the shower after a little bit and ran into Pony and Soda's room, where I got dressed in my pajamas. I was brushing and parting my hair in front of the mirror when there was a knock at the door.
"Come in!" I called.
"Dinner's ready", Ponyboy said, waiting for me to finish brushing out my hair before coming up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, and resting his chin on the top of my head. He could now do that very easily, seeing as he was a full head taller than me. He had changed out of his uniform and was in a regular T-shirt and jeans.
"Let's go, then" I smiled. I put my brush away and stretched my torso and arms, putting the latter above my head, and instantly regretting it when my shoulder smarted.
"What's wrong?" Pony asked.
"My shoulder's just sore. I'll fix it after we eat", I assured him.
"No, I wanna try to do it", he told me.
"What d'you wanna do, exactly?"
"Massage the knot out. You always do it for me and I want to return the favor", he explained, pulling me over to the bed as he talked.
The part about me getting knots from his muscles all the time was true. He kept pushing himself just a little too far during practices and games. Not far enough to seriously injure himself, but enough to make him sore a lot.
"You don't have to, you know", I laughed lightly.
"No, I want to", he insisted. He got on his knees behind me and started lightly rubbing my shoulders.
"Honey, you need to do it a little harder than that", I told him.
"It won't hurt you?"
"I'll be fine", I smiled.
The rubbing became a little harder and though it wasn't very pleasant, I knew it would get the knot out. After a few minutes of this, the muscle had loosened up significantly.
"I think it's okay now", I said.
"You sure?" Pony asked.
"Positive", I answered and pecked his lips. "Thank you, love."
"You're welcome."
We walked into the kitchen, where everyone else was sitting at the table with food on their plates. Pony and I sat down and filled our plated with food as well.
"What kept y'all so long?" Darry asked.
"I had a kink in my shoulder", I told him. "Pony got it out."
Pony nodded and shoveled some potatoes into his mouth.
Then, just as he and my dad had done, Pony, his brothers, and Ruth jumped into a full discussion on the game. I didn't really listen, immersing myself in my thoughts as they spoke and only catching a word here and there.
"You okay?" Pony asked suddenly.
I nodded and smiled lightly at him. "Just tired."
"It's only eight-thirty!" Sodapop exclaimed. "How can you be tired?"
"Work, school and the game all tired me out. And unlike some people, I don't have an ever-constant supply of energy", I said while looking at him.
"I'm just special", he chirped with a bright grin.
"You certainly are, Pepsi-Cola", Darry chuckled.
"Y'all are sleepin' in our bed, right?" Soda asked Pony and I.
"Yeah", Pony nodded.
"I can sleep on the couch", I offered.
"No, I can sleep on the couch", Sodapop insisted. "You can sleep in the bed with Pony."
"You sure?"
"We go through this every time you sleep over", he laughed, "and the answer is always yes. It's fine, doll."
"Thanks, Soda."
"No problem."
When dinner ended, I offered to do the dishes.
"Lily, you look like you're about to fall asleep where you're standin'", Ruth told me. "Go to bed. We can do the dishes."
"Okay", I said as I nodded my head slightly. I said goodnight to everyone and gave Ponyboy a kiss on the cheek before going into his and Soda's room and falling asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
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A while later, I was woken up by muffled noises. My eyes slowly opened and I felt arms wrapped around my waist and a head resting on my shoulder.
It must be Pony snoring, I thought to myself, drifting back to sleep.
But then I felt his body shaking against my back. He definitely wasn't snoring.
I became more aware of my surroundings and turned around in his arms.
"Honey, are you okay?" I asked softly. His face was buried in the pillow.
"Yeah", he said, his voice cracking. I sat up and rested a hand on his cheek.
"Love, look at me."
He shook his head and stayed there.
"Please", I pleaded. "Honey, just look at me."
That seemed to convince him, as he lifted his head up at me from the pillow. His eyes were red and teary and there were streaks of tears on his cheeks.
"Honey, what's wrong?" I asked and brushed my thumb along his cheekbone. My eyes flicked over to the clock on the bedside table and I saw that it was just past midnight.
"It's just…when your dad called me 'son' earlier…" he trailed off.
"Do you not like it? I know he's called you that before, but if you really don't like it that much, I can tell him to stop."
He sat up and leaned his back against the headboard. He lay his head back against the headboard as well and closed his eyes, letting the tears run down his cheeks.
"No", he told me quietly, "it's not that."
"Then what is it?" I got out from under the blankets and scooted over to him, tucking my legs under myself and placing an hand on his arm.
"It's...it's just that when your dad called me 'son' it reminded me that I don't have my dad anymore."
"Oh, honey", I cooed, cupping his cheek with my hand.
"I wish he was here. Mom too. Darry and Soda got their time with him. I didn't. I wanted him to be there. I wanted him to be cheering me on from the stands like he used to do for Darry. I wanted him to teach me how to shave. I wanted to talk to him when we first started dating and when I realized that I love you. But he and mom aren't here. They won't be there for our graduation or our wedding day or our first kid….", Ponyboy sobbed. I hugged him close as he bawled into my shoulder, and ran my fingers through his hair. It was damp so I was guessing that he had gotten into bed with me recently and taken a shower shortly before that.
"Shh, it's okay, baby. Let it out. Just let it out", I whispered in his ear. "I'm right here. I'm right here with you and I'm not leaving."
"I-I m-miss them-m so m-much", he hiccupped between his sobs, his voice hitching with every word.
"I know, baby. You'll be alright. I love you and the gang loves you and Dally and Johnny and your parents all love you, even if they're not here with us. They'll always love you just like you'll always love them. You know that, right?"
He nodded weakly into my neck.
I waited a bit so he could calm down a little more before I said, "How about this; you can tell me your favorite memories of them. Anything at all."
Pony slowly pulled his head out from my neck and looked up at me. His green eyes that I had fallen in love with were filled with tears and bloodshot. I carefully wiped his eyes with the pads of my thumbs and kissed his forehead.
"You don't have to", I told him. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to."
He shook his head before speaking in a husky, gravelly voice. "No. I want to. I'm sure."
We both lay down the bed, his arms never leaving my waist and mine going around his middle.
"Sometimes during the summer, Mom and Dad would take us out to the countryside. We'd leave early in the morning so we would have a lot of time there and me, Darry, and Soda would always fall asleep on the drive.
"When we got there, we would rush out of the truck and run around while Mom and Dad unpacked everything. We played around 'til we got tired and had to sit down. Mom and Dad would have a blanket set up on the grass that we'd all sit on.
"After a while, Dad would take us back out into the grass to play football while Mom stayed on the blanket. She usually read a book or took some pictures or somethin'. She never really liked getting dirty and sweaty", he laughed a little, making me do the same.
"Sometimes we'd play soccer or baseball, but most of the time we played football or tag or hide-and-seek. I was always too fast for Darry and Soda, but sometimes Dad would get me. Honestly, I think he let me win most of the time.
"We played like that for hours until we sat down and ate sandwiches on the blanket and just talked and had fun.
"Darry, Soda, and Dad were always off playing when the sun went down. Mom and I watched it. She and always liked things like that more; the sunset, stars, clouds, stuff like that. The two of us just sat there and watched it until there was no sun left to see and we all packed up again."
"That sounds wonderful", I told Pony. "I'd love to go to the country one day. The farthest I've ever been from home was when I went to the Gulf with my parents when I was 3 or 4. It's one of my earliest memories."
"You've never been up to Boston to visit your family?"
"No", I sighed. "We've never had the money or the time for it. My parents really miss it up there, though. Especially my mom. Italian families are really close and she's got seven brothers and sisters along with about a million cousins, so she misses them a lot. Her and my dad both miss Cape Cod a lot too. She always tells me about how beautiful and cold the water is and how you can see the coast stretch out on both sides of you. She even has a little vial of sand that her family sent her."
"I'd like to go there", Pony yawned. "That sounds real nice."
"You tired, honey?"
"Mm-hm", he hummed sleepily.
"Go to sleep. I'll be right here with you the entire night."
He tenderly kissed my forehead and I nuzzled into his chest.
"I love you, honey", I told him and tilted my head up to gently kiss his jaw.
"I love you too, darlin'", he whispered as he drifted off. "And I always will."
XxXxXxXxXx
On the first day of Thanksgiving Break, I didn't have work, so I went over to Evie and Steve's house. I hadn't seen Andrew or Evie in a week, so I decided to visit. It was the last day before Soda, Steve, and Pony went on break, so they weren't at their houses.
"Hey, Lily", Evie greeted as I walked into the house. She was sitting on the couch with her hair tied up in a messy bun and dressed in a pair of pajamas.
"Hi", I smiled, giving her a quick hug and sitting next to her. "Andrew sleeping?"
"Finally", she sighed. "It took a few hours and he was up all night. I love 'im to death, but glory, is he loud."
"Yeah", I agreed with a slight laugh. "Babies can be that way. He's a beautiful boy, though."
"He definitely is", she smiled. "And when he's not waking up the entire damn neighborhood, he's the sweetest thing, smiling and all that."
"Really? We'll have to get him to do it for me later."
We sat and talked for close to an hour, then Andrew woke up and started screaming bloody murder.
"I'll be right back", Evie sighed, pushing herself up and walking into the next room. Five minutes went by with Andrew never letting up. Evie came out of the room, holding her son in her arms and trying to get him to calm down.
"His diaper's clean and I just fed him and burped before he went to bed!" she exclaimed. "I don't know what to do."
"Can I try?" I asked and held out my hands.
"Go ahead", she said as she handed him to me. "I don't think it'll do anything, though."
Andrew was still crying his little eyes out. His toothless gums showed as he shrieked and beat his tiny fists in the air.
"Hey, sweetie, it's okay", I cooed. I stood up and walked him around the room, rocking and bouncing him in my arms as I did. He continued to cry so I decided to try something else.
"Moon river, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style someday.
Oh, dream-maker, you heart-breaker,
wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way.
Two drifters off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end-
waitin' 'round the bend,
my huckleberry friend.
Moon river and me."
Andrew's crying and screaming stopped and he just looked up at me with curiosity in his eyes.
"There", I smiled, tickling under his chin. "That better, sweetie? You happy now?"
He cooed a little and smiled.
"I'll take that as a yes", I laughed and sat back down on the couch with him nestled in my arms. Within a few minutes, he was asleep.
"I think I'll have to bring you over more often", Evie laughed as she lightly fingered his dark wisps of hair.
"I wouldn't object to that."
"You never told me you could sing", she said.
I shrugged and blushed. "I don't really do it in front of people."
"Well, you're real good."
"Thanks", I told her, my blush darkening. I gently kissed Andrew's forehead before speaking. "You want him back?"
"Sure", Evie said and carefully took him, tucking him into her arms. "You satisfied now that he smiled at you?"
"You wouldn't believe", I laughed.
XxXxXxXxXx
The next day, I went over to the Curtis' house, walking in to the sounds of wrenching and coughing.
Confused and concerned, I rushed into the living room to find my boyfriend half sitting-on and half-leaning-off-of the couch with his head in a trash can.
"Oh, honey", I cooed as I went over to him and sat at his feet. Well, I assumed that's where his feet were, but it was hard to tell because of the thick blanket covering him. "Why didn't you tell me you're sick? I would've come over sooner."
"I didn't want you to worry 'bout me", he breathed and fell back onto the couch.
"Does anyone know? Soda? Darry?"
He shook his head. "Darry's got work today and Soda went to a rodeo out of town with Two-Bit. I didn't wanna bother 'em."
"Baby, you gotta tell us this stuff. What if you were seriously sick and had to go to the hospital when nobody was here? You're not botherin' us at all. Now, have you taken any medicine?"
"I took some aspirins earlier", he told me, immediately arising suspicion since I remembered how many he took the last time he got seriously sick.
"How many did you take?" I asked seriously, standing up and putting my hands on my hips. "And don't you dare lie to me, Ponyboy Michael Curtis."
He muttered an answer.
"Ponyboy, how many aspirins did you take?" I demanded sternly, emphasizing every word.
"Four", he said in a small voice.
"Jesus Christ, Ponyboy! You gotta stop doin' that! It's not healthy!" I exclaimed. "How long've you been like this?"
"Since eight", he answered before going into a coughing fit.
It was ten then, so he had been laying in the house, sick and alone, for two hours.
"I'm staying with you. No ifs, ands, or buts about it."
I could tell he wanted to argue, but his face went green and he hunched over the trash can, dry-heaving aggressively.
"Oh, baby", I said softly. I kneeled on the floor next to the couch and rubbed his back until he finished and lay himself back down.
"Have you eaten anything today?"
"No", he told me softly.
"Alright", I sighed, running a hand through my hair, "so this is what we're gonna do. I'm going to take your temperature and then I'll get you something to eat and drink and then I'll give you proper medicine."
He nodded slightly in response. I went into the bathroom, rummaging through the cabinets until I found a thermometer and some medicine and brought them back to Pony.
"Open up", I ordered. He did as I said and I held the thermometer under his tongue for the designated time. It read 101.2.
"How bad is it?" he asked.
"One-hundred-one-point-two", I told him. "It could be worse, but you still have a fever."
I put the back of my hand to his forehead and he definitely felt warmer than usual.
"Damn, are your hands cold", Pony muttered.
"Sorry, love" I said.
I got up and went into the kitchen, searching through the refrigerator and cabinets for food that he could eat. Finally, I found some bread that I put into the toaster. When the toast was done, I filled a cup with water and brought both things into the living room.
"Thanks, Princess", Pony said as he took the plate with toast and set it on his lap.
"You're welcome", I told him and kissed his hot forehead.
While he ate, I turned on the television. "You wanna watch somethin' specific?"
"Whatever's on", he answered with a shrug.
I nodded and turned the knobs until I found "Star Trek", Pony's favorite show. He just loved it.
When I went back over to and plopped down on the couch, I could see him already immersed in the program. His green eyes were focused on the screen as he took small bites of toast and the occasional sip of water.
"Can you come over here?" Pony asked after a few minutes. His voice was still weak.
"Sure", I nodded, scooting over next to him. He sat up, propping his feet up on the coffee table and setting the plate of toast on the arm of the sofa before pulling me close to him.
"What's up?" I asked with a small smile.
"I want to cuddle", he explained, causing me to laugh. I threw my legs over his lap and leaned my head on his shoulder.
We sat like that and watched the T.V until the show was over.
"You feelin' any better?" I asked.
"A little", he said. "Not as nauseous anymore."
"That's good", I nodded.
"What'd you do yesterday without me?" he teased.
"I went over to Steve and Evie's. Spent some time with her and Andrew. He's smiling now."
"Is he really?"
"Yep, and let me tell you- it's adorable."
"I'll bet", he smiled, then yawned.
"You tired, honey?"
"A little", he admitted.
"Then go to bed", I laughed slightly. "There's nothin' stopping you."
He wrapped his arms securely around my waist. "Well, you're ain't allowed to leave."
"Wouldn't dream of it", I smiled.
He lay down, filling up the entire length of the couch. I lay down in front of him so his chest was to my back. He wrapped his arms securely around my waist and covered us both with his blanket.
I felt him lightly kiss the top of my head.
"I love you, darlin'", he whispered as he drifted off.
"I love you, honey", I said back, putting my hand on top of his on my stomach. "And I always will."
Hey, guys! Sorry about how long it's taken to update, but getting back to school is tough and I haven't had much time to myself. All rights for "Moon River" go to their respective people and rights to "The Outsiders" go to S.E Hinton. I love y'all and stay gold!- AthenaRavenclaw13