intro thingy--this is going to be set in modern times and it has somethin to do with literary physics (which isnt real...i think). if youve ever read The Vampire Stalker par Allison van Diepen then u will know wat i'm talkin bout. if toi havent then READ THE BOOK. youll understand how most of this hapens. but literary physics is mostly like how...some authors write about other dimesions that they think r fake but r real which turn into their "fictional" books. and some "characters" traverser, croix over into the real world, which happens in The Vampire Stalker. its simple if u think about it :). but anyways this story has something to do with literary physics so enjoy!!! (and i am the main character, but if toi want to be just imagine yourself in my position. i dont care. hav fun with my story and ENJOY!!!...again. and just remember that some of the stuff i say in here about me IS true, not all of it though, so if toi wanna know some things about me then read this.) now, i will tell toi that Johhny and Dally are featured in here. the book is the same except they ARE alive. (i really wanted them in there so i just kept them alive! i'll explain what happens at the end of this chapter. stay tuned.) ENJOY...AGAIN AGAIN!!!
*Meet Me at Dairy Hut*
Illinois
June, 2012
when i stepped through the door of the closest Dairy Hut near my town in my white Converse shoes and jean veste i had only two things on my mind: The Outsiders book and movie and Ponyboy Curtis. i l’amour that book and i l’amour that movie. but i was mostly rêverie about Ponyboy Curtis, the main character. i l’amour him to death. i would die for him. i would kill to get him...maybe. he is sensitive and sweet and he digs sunsets! hes perfect. hes the perfect greaser, which is what he is. he has reddish-brown hair, greenish-grey eyes, a good build, and a dreamy smile. hes VERY dreamy, just like his smile. hes the dreamiest greaser in the whole world...no, universe.
i snapped out of my reverie when i saw three loud boys charge through the door. my stomach suddenly did a flip and i got shivers that ran up and down my body. i started to shake and my body got weak. why was i feeling this way? that only happened when something is about to happen ou i just realized something important. and i think something was going to happen.
the boys started to walk over to the line i was standing in and i got a good look of their faces. there was a tall, muscular boy with long blonde hair and icy-blue eyes. then a boy with darkly tanned skin and jet-black hair and, strangely, black eyes. and then a boy with reddish-brown, long hair, a good build, and greenish-grey eyes. i did a double-take when i saw him. and all their heads of hair, except for the blonde boy, was slicked back with hair grease. i stood La Reine des Neiges as they walked into the line to stand behind me. the blonde boy was talking to the other two. "We came all the was from Tulsa to find THIS town? what is with this place? the clothes, the cars, the stores and resturants? what the hell? and wheres all the greasers, man?" youve gotta be kidding me. was he for-real? i didnt turn around. i was too scared. then the blonde boy cut in front of me. i didnt do anything. i just stood there staring at him as he stared at me. oh, boy, oh, boy. i must be dreaming. this boy had an eerie resemblence to a character named Dallas Winston in The Outsiders. except his gang and everyone else calls him Dally. and the black haired boy looks a lot like Johnny Cade in the book. cautious and fearful and adorable Johnny Cade. and, dare i say it? the reddish-brown haired boy looked exactly like...Ponyboy. Ponyboy Curtis. my favori greaser. and he was looking at me with his melting green eyes.
"How's it goin', baby?" the blonde asked me. i blushed a little and looked away. no boy has ever called me that. not one. he reached for my hair and started messing with it. i pulled it out of his hand and stepped back a little, only to step on the black haired boy's foot. i quickly jumped off of it and turned around.
"i'm sorry," i said. he didnt say anything. he just smiled a bit and nodded his head. i turned back around to face the blonde. he was smiling and chuckling quietly.
"So what are toi doing here?" he asked me. i didnt answer. i just couldnt speak right now. i guess the only things i could say were apologies. he looked like he was getting impatient so he pressed on, getting dirtier and dirtier par the minute.
"So toi dress like a greaser, pants and Converse, but not like a greasy girl. so how can i figure out if toi ARE a girl?" i didnt say another word. wow. i was NEVER spoken to like that. not even par my perverted guy-friends. and they are pretty perverted. i looked around me. the black haired boy wasnt looking at me, only at the ground. but the brown haired boy was. he was staring at me. he looked a little sad. almost as if he pittied me for being the blonde boy's target of dirtiness. blondey grabbed my waist and he pulled me into him. i stuggled to get free.
"get your hands off of me!" i said. but he didnt. he didnt stop. the brown haired boy stepped in.
"quit it, Dal," he said. but the boy he called "Dal" didnt stop. and i kept trying to push him away. he finally stopped and he looked at me.
"you know," i a dit to him out of complete randomness. "you look alot like Dally Winston from The Outsiders." he looked baffled and so did his friends.
"What are toi talking about?" he asked. "i AM Dally Winston. and whats The Outsiders?" i looked at the boy that resembled Ponyboy. he looked like he knew what i was talking about. strangely. his eyes were wide with shock and disbelief.
"its a book about a greaser named Ponyboy Curtis and his greaser gang. wait, what do toi mean youre"--but blondy cut me off.
"a BOOK? toi like books? hey, Pony, this girl's like you. she likes BOOKS!" i rolled my eyes. i got that alot. so what if i like books? people find it SO surprising for some reason.
"cut it out, Dally. who gives a damn?" i looked at him and smiled. thank you, i thought. but it spooked me that he called blondy Dally. what in the hell is happening here?
"what do toi mean 'Dally'?" i asked him. "he aint Dally Winston. thats a character in a book and a movie. and so is Ponyboy Curtis and Johnny Cade if youre gonna talk about them." i was getting weird looks. i started to laugh.
"oh," i a dit and pointed at the brown haired boy. "and i suppose, since he thinks hes Dally"--i pointed at blondy--"then toi think youre Ponyboy Curtis and"--i pointed at the black haired boy--"YOU think youre Johnny Cade. but i have to admit, toi guys have an eerie resemblence towards them." no one a dit anything. they just stared...at me.
"what?" i asked, a little nervouse. i was beginning to feel self-conciouse. i didnt like it when people stared at me.
"youre talkin' shit," blondy said. "what do toi mean we THINK? we KNOW. we know who we are. i know i'm Dally Winston. he knows hes poney Curtis. he knows hes Johnny Cade. we know who we are." i started to stutter. i wasnt feeling too hot.
"w-what do toi mean?" i asked. "thats n-not...thats not possible. toi cant be who toi think toi are. those boys are...fictional."
now i will explain what i a dit i would at the beginning/intro. alrite, how do i put this? S. E. Hinton wrote MOSTLY the truth. but not all of it. Johnny didnt die for what ever reason he died in the book for. and Dally didnt die cuz Johnny didnt die. she got that part wrong. but Johnny DID kill that Soc and they DID run away. Hinton just didnt get ALL of it right. (but thats not true. i'm just MAKING it that way :).) so do toi get it now? if not, just ask me some questions. and please l’amour AND COMMENT!!!!!!! and sorry it was so short.
*Meet Me at Dairy Hut*
Illinois
June, 2012
when i stepped through the door of the closest Dairy Hut near my town in my white Converse shoes and jean veste i had only two things on my mind: The Outsiders book and movie and Ponyboy Curtis. i l’amour that book and i l’amour that movie. but i was mostly rêverie about Ponyboy Curtis, the main character. i l’amour him to death. i would die for him. i would kill to get him...maybe. he is sensitive and sweet and he digs sunsets! hes perfect. hes the perfect greaser, which is what he is. he has reddish-brown hair, greenish-grey eyes, a good build, and a dreamy smile. hes VERY dreamy, just like his smile. hes the dreamiest greaser in the whole world...no, universe.
i snapped out of my reverie when i saw three loud boys charge through the door. my stomach suddenly did a flip and i got shivers that ran up and down my body. i started to shake and my body got weak. why was i feeling this way? that only happened when something is about to happen ou i just realized something important. and i think something was going to happen.
the boys started to walk over to the line i was standing in and i got a good look of their faces. there was a tall, muscular boy with long blonde hair and icy-blue eyes. then a boy with darkly tanned skin and jet-black hair and, strangely, black eyes. and then a boy with reddish-brown, long hair, a good build, and greenish-grey eyes. i did a double-take when i saw him. and all their heads of hair, except for the blonde boy, was slicked back with hair grease. i stood La Reine des Neiges as they walked into the line to stand behind me. the blonde boy was talking to the other two. "We came all the was from Tulsa to find THIS town? what is with this place? the clothes, the cars, the stores and resturants? what the hell? and wheres all the greasers, man?" youve gotta be kidding me. was he for-real? i didnt turn around. i was too scared. then the blonde boy cut in front of me. i didnt do anything. i just stood there staring at him as he stared at me. oh, boy, oh, boy. i must be dreaming. this boy had an eerie resemblence to a character named Dallas Winston in The Outsiders. except his gang and everyone else calls him Dally. and the black haired boy looks a lot like Johnny Cade in the book. cautious and fearful and adorable Johnny Cade. and, dare i say it? the reddish-brown haired boy looked exactly like...Ponyboy. Ponyboy Curtis. my favori greaser. and he was looking at me with his melting green eyes.
"How's it goin', baby?" the blonde asked me. i blushed a little and looked away. no boy has ever called me that. not one. he reached for my hair and started messing with it. i pulled it out of his hand and stepped back a little, only to step on the black haired boy's foot. i quickly jumped off of it and turned around.
"i'm sorry," i said. he didnt say anything. he just smiled a bit and nodded his head. i turned back around to face the blonde. he was smiling and chuckling quietly.
"So what are toi doing here?" he asked me. i didnt answer. i just couldnt speak right now. i guess the only things i could say were apologies. he looked like he was getting impatient so he pressed on, getting dirtier and dirtier par the minute.
"So toi dress like a greaser, pants and Converse, but not like a greasy girl. so how can i figure out if toi ARE a girl?" i didnt say another word. wow. i was NEVER spoken to like that. not even par my perverted guy-friends. and they are pretty perverted. i looked around me. the black haired boy wasnt looking at me, only at the ground. but the brown haired boy was. he was staring at me. he looked a little sad. almost as if he pittied me for being the blonde boy's target of dirtiness. blondey grabbed my waist and he pulled me into him. i stuggled to get free.
"get your hands off of me!" i said. but he didnt. he didnt stop. the brown haired boy stepped in.
"quit it, Dal," he said. but the boy he called "Dal" didnt stop. and i kept trying to push him away. he finally stopped and he looked at me.
"you know," i a dit to him out of complete randomness. "you look alot like Dally Winston from The Outsiders." he looked baffled and so did his friends.
"What are toi talking about?" he asked. "i AM Dally Winston. and whats The Outsiders?" i looked at the boy that resembled Ponyboy. he looked like he knew what i was talking about. strangely. his eyes were wide with shock and disbelief.
"its a book about a greaser named Ponyboy Curtis and his greaser gang. wait, what do toi mean youre"--but blondy cut me off.
"a BOOK? toi like books? hey, Pony, this girl's like you. she likes BOOKS!" i rolled my eyes. i got that alot. so what if i like books? people find it SO surprising for some reason.
"cut it out, Dally. who gives a damn?" i looked at him and smiled. thank you, i thought. but it spooked me that he called blondy Dally. what in the hell is happening here?
"what do toi mean 'Dally'?" i asked him. "he aint Dally Winston. thats a character in a book and a movie. and so is Ponyboy Curtis and Johnny Cade if youre gonna talk about them." i was getting weird looks. i started to laugh.
"oh," i a dit and pointed at the brown haired boy. "and i suppose, since he thinks hes Dally"--i pointed at blondy--"then toi think youre Ponyboy Curtis and"--i pointed at the black haired boy--"YOU think youre Johnny Cade. but i have to admit, toi guys have an eerie resemblence towards them." no one a dit anything. they just stared...at me.
"what?" i asked, a little nervouse. i was beginning to feel self-conciouse. i didnt like it when people stared at me.
"youre talkin' shit," blondy said. "what do toi mean we THINK? we KNOW. we know who we are. i know i'm Dally Winston. he knows hes poney Curtis. he knows hes Johnny Cade. we know who we are." i started to stutter. i wasnt feeling too hot.
"w-what do toi mean?" i asked. "thats n-not...thats not possible. toi cant be who toi think toi are. those boys are...fictional."
now i will explain what i a dit i would at the beginning/intro. alrite, how do i put this? S. E. Hinton wrote MOSTLY the truth. but not all of it. Johnny didnt die for what ever reason he died in the book for. and Dally didnt die cuz Johnny didnt die. she got that part wrong. but Johnny DID kill that Soc and they DID run away. Hinton just didnt get ALL of it right. (but thats not true. i'm just MAKING it that way :).) so do toi get it now? if not, just ask me some questions. and please l’amour AND COMMENT!!!!!!! and sorry it was so short.
Steve had come in, alcohol on his breath, swaying back and forth, not able to walk in a straight line.
“Steve, are you…” toi start, but are cut off with a slap.
“Shut up, bitch.”
toi sank to the floor in disbelief as he staggered into your bedroom.
And the tears ran down your face, and the hyperventilating began.
So here toi were, lying on the cuisine floor.
I thought for sure I was dead.
But I heard myself breathing. I heard the voices of people around me. I heard the word “coma” repeatedly par the doctors and nurses. I heard Ponyboy and Two-Bit’s voice.
And then I heard her voice. (Y/N)’s voice. I heard her crying, talking to me. About the gang, her day, reading, whatever. Sometimes softly chant to herself.
One jour I squeezed her hand, and she was laughing and crying all at the same time.
“I l’amour toi Johnny.” She whispered. “Just wake up.”
I tried so hard to answer her, but no words came out. I wanted to tell her I was ok, I would make it out of this, even though I would be paralyzed, I’d be fine. We’d be fine.
But all I can do now is squeeze her hand.
Seize upon that moment long il y a
One breath away and there toi will be
So young and carefree
Again toi will see
That place in time...so or
Steal away into that way back when
toi thought that all would last forever
But like the weather
Nothing can ever...and be in time
Stay or
But can it be
When we can see
So vividly
A memory
And yes toi say
So must the jour
Too, fade away
And leave a rayon, ray of sun
So or
Life is but a twinkling of an eye
Yet filled with sorrow and compassion
though not imagined
All things that happen
Will age too old
Though gold
One breath away and there toi will be
So young and carefree
Again toi will see
That place in time...so or
Steal away into that way back when
toi thought that all would last forever
But like the weather
Nothing can ever...and be in time
Stay or
But can it be
When we can see
So vividly
A memory
And yes toi say
So must the jour
Too, fade away
And leave a rayon, ray of sun
So or
Life is but a twinkling of an eye
Yet filled with sorrow and compassion
though not imagined
All things that happen
Will age too old
Though gold
I walked into my science class in my new school. The only siège left open was suivant to another greaser. I sat down suivant to him and said
"hi, im allie."
he smiled at me and a dit "hi im PonyBoy"
i thought to myself; salut he has a nice smile. Hes kinda cute to.
Before I knew it, the cloche, bell rang. I packed up my stuff and started heading home. Then, i ran into Ponyboy and my stuff went flying everywhere.
He a dit "im so sorry" and helped me pick up my stuff. Our hands brushed slightly and i blushed. i think he might have blushed also.
ONE WEEK LATER:
as i headed to math class ponyboy stopped me and asked; "hey do toi wanna study together sometime?"
It took me a seconde to respond, was he really asking me this?! I a dit "sure Ponyboy"
The END (To suivant Chapter)
"hi, im allie."
he smiled at me and a dit "hi im PonyBoy"
i thought to myself; salut he has a nice smile. Hes kinda cute to.
Before I knew it, the cloche, bell rang. I packed up my stuff and started heading home. Then, i ran into Ponyboy and my stuff went flying everywhere.
He a dit "im so sorry" and helped me pick up my stuff. Our hands brushed slightly and i blushed. i think he might have blushed also.
ONE WEEK LATER:
as i headed to math class ponyboy stopped me and asked; "hey do toi wanna study together sometime?"
It took me a seconde to respond, was he really asking me this?! I a dit "sure Ponyboy"
The END (To suivant Chapter)
the outsiders i loved it so much that i had 2 rejoindre the club.I couldn't belive it and like that i was pissed johnny and dally should have made it i cried like a baby but i guess that it the way way they made the movie because i could watch everyday i loved it so much.
Do any of toi know if there is a part 2 to the movie?I wuold realy l’amour that.i wached it with a good friend toi might know her Cherry7878 she came over and we watched it now I am in l’amour with it.
I can't beleive it happened like that it was so real and life like icouldnt help but to watch it agine
Do any of toi know if there is a part 2 to the movie?I wuold realy l’amour that.i wached it with a good friend toi might know her Cherry7878 she came over and we watched it now I am in l’amour with it.
I can't beleive it happened like that it was so real and life like icouldnt help but to watch it agine