this is Ponyboy. aint he cute? i know he is. this is him when we stop by that trash heap on our way back to Dairy Hut and he sits on a tire on top of a tall basket
as Ponyboy continued to browse online (which i dont know how he got the idea how to considering they didnt have internet in the 60s) i went into my cuisine and pulled out something to eat from the fridge. it was a chocolat Cream Pie i had made for myself with a recipe i had gotten when i was in 7th grade from my accueil Ec. teacher. "Hey, Pony, toi want some chocolat pie?" i asked him. i saw him look up from the computer screen and into the window to my kitchen.
"sure," he a dit with a smile. "i l’amour chocolat stuff, same as my brothers." i smiled.
"i know," i mumbled to myself. so i grabbed two paper plates off the haut, retour au début of my fridge and took the lid off of the pie pan. i started to cut us slices.
"so," Ponyboy started. "theres a movie based off of my paper?" i shook my head.
"no, theres a movie based off of an author's book," i said.
"but that IS my paper."
"but apparently not everything is true in the book so its technically not your full paper for your English class."
"but its still my paper." i grunted and stepped outta the cuisine with his plate. i handed it to him, along with a napkin. i pulled up a chair suivant to the computer chair and looked at the screen. then i turned to poney who was digging into his pie.
"wow. this is really good, Amber. i ought to make something like this for my brothers. who made it?" i smiled. he liked my cooking! i didnt think i was all that good at preparing food.
"i did," i said. he stared at me wide-eyed. then he smiled.
"i thought so," he said. "you look like the cooking/baking type. i can cook too. sometimes i have to make breakfast for my brothers if im the first on up cause"--i stopped him.
"i know," i said. "the first one up has to make breakfast and the other two do dishes. i know alot. freaked out yet?" poney smiled nervously. i bet i was making feel uncomfortable, me knowing all these things about him and his life. "sorry," i a dit quietly.
"it-its alrite, i guess. its just..." he started but then he trailed off. i finished his thought for him.
"its weird knowing that theres things about you, all your secrets and beliefs, stored in a book that millions of kids our age and youger have read." Ponyboy nodded and looked down at the bureau the computer sat on. silence carried on for a few minutes. but then he broke it par asking, "so, anyway, back to our original conversation, theres a movie?"
i nodded. "you wanna watch it?"
he shook his head. "i should probably read the book first, Amber." i smiled.
"right." i set my plate on the bureau and got up to grab my book. i handed it Ponyboy. "here."
"youre gonna let me borrow it? i meant i was maybe gonna go to the bibliothèque ou buy it. toi dont have to lend me your copy." i smiled and shook my head.
"its okay, Ponyboy. i trust toi with one of my favori livres of all time. but if anything happens to it, so help me..." i a dit playfully. he smiled and chuckled.
"alright. i'll be careful. i promise," he said. i fluttered on the inside. i liked it when he promised me things. i really did. and i dont know why.
we headed on our way back to Dairy Hut after an heure of messing around on the internet. it was a long walk, the one we took. i kicked small rocks that layed strewn on the sidewalk as we went. we passed a trash heap and Ponyboy stopped. "wow," he said. "this is just like the one near my house, the one i go to to get away. i know its not an ideal place to be alone but its quiet if toi go deep enough. this looks just like it." he started heading into the trash. i rolled my eyes and followed him.
"Ponyboy," i said. he stopped and turned around to look at me.
"yeah?" he asked.
"why we going through here?"
"cause...i guess it reminds me of home. but if toi wanna keep going to meet Dallas and Johnny, then we can go." then i felt bad. he was homesick and this giant pile od trash reminded him of accueil (that sounds funny, doesnt it?). i shook my head.
"no, its fine. wait for me!" i a dit enthusiastically. he chuckled and we climbed over bundles of trash. it kinda smelled but toi got used to it after a while. i sat down on a pile of old newspapers and he sat on a tire that was on haut, retour au début of a tall basket. he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. then, just to be...polite, he offered me one. i took one (truth be told ive never really smoked before so i thought the weed tasted a little funny. but i got used to it) and we sat there and smoked and stared at each other for a while. it was nice, i guess. i liked looking at Ponyboy...is it just me, ou did that sound weird?
"so," i said. "how come it wasnt mentioned in the book that toi have a special...trash heap that toi like to go to?" Ponyboy looked intently at me.
"well, i guess since i didnt put it in my paper it wasnt mentioned in the book."
"why didnt toi put it in your paper?" i asked.
"right," he a dit with a laugh. "like im gonna tell my English teacher in a paper i like to sit on trash so i can get away from the world. that would just give him and everyone else in this world another reason to think im a worthless piece of poor trash." i furrowed my eyebrows and stared at Ponyboy. i crossed my arms over my chest.
"youre not a worthless piece of poor trash, Ponyboy!" i said. he shook his head and looked at me plus intently.
"dont lie," he a dit seriously.
"im not," i said. "now quit jouer la comédie like that. dont be so pessimistic, Pony. not everybody judges."
"i know toi dont judge, but alot of people DO."
"i know," i said. "people shouldnt judge others. 'it was too vast a problem to be just a personal thing. there should be some help, someone should tell them before its too late. someone should tell their side of the story, and maybe people wouldnt be so quick to judge a boy par the amount a hair oil he wore. it was important to me.' its important to me too, Ponyboy. i understnad what it feels like to be judged too quickly. someone SHOULD tell their side of the story...and toi did. i admire toi for that." poney stared at me then he blushed a little.
"did toi quote that from my paper?" he asked. i nodded. "wow, toi got a good memory."
"not really," i said. "i have a terrible one. people are always nagging me about it. its annoying." it was quiet again as we stared at each other.
"i hate it," Ponyboy said, breaking the silence. "i hate judgment! why arent people donné a chance to speak before theyre judged?" i shrugged my shoulders.
"i dont know, Ponyboy. i dont know." it was quiet again after that. neither of us spoke as the chilly summer breeze wisked my hair around, occasionally masking my face. i held my legs and hugged them against my chest. i rested my chin on my knees and stared at Ponyboy as i thought about other things. and this time it wasnt weird that i was staring at him, cause he was staring right back at me.
so we both sat there, quiet. we were two little Outsiders who were judged too quickly par the ones who had no feeling. two little Outsiders who were judged before donné the chance to speak.
this is an Outsider i know who, just like me, is judged before given the chance to speak
toi aren’t exactly sure what you’re humming to… But it’s something.
“Hey, (Y/N), have toi seen my-” “THUD!” toi rip open the douche curtain to see your boyfriend had tripped over the doorway.
“Oh my god, Two-Bit, are toi ok?!?” toi gasp.
He looks up at you. “Oh my god you’re in the shower!” He yells.
toi yank the curtain back, covering yourself up.
“Two-Bit, are toi ok honey?”you ask.
“After seeing that I’m not.” He says. “Damn, your beautiful.” He says, blushing.
“What a pig.” toi laugh.
“(Y/N), please stay out of this.” Darry says, eyes still locked on his younger brother.
“She has a point.” Ponyboy snorts.
“Don’t use that tone with me, young man.” Darry says, voice raised.
“Who went and made toi dad?” Ponyboy asked, shrugging his shoulders.
“You take that back.” Darry says, lunging for Ponyboy.
They start beating up on each other, nothing serious. Brothers will be brothers.
“Hey! Knock it off!” toi say, trying to separate them on the ground.
Smack!
toi fall back, the hit getting toi hard.
The boys freeze, realizing they’ve hit you.
“Ow!” toi say. “That was my boob!”
They burst out laughing.
“Oh my god, Steve. Your eye.” toi say as toi remove the ice pack.
“It’s just bump.” He grins.
“A bump? Honey, it’s a huge black eye. It’s plus like an egg.” toi say.
“Old Man can still pack a punch, huh?”
“Steve, toi need to get out of there.” toi say matter-of-factly.
“I got nowhere to go.”
“You can stay with the Curtises. ou me. I just don’t like seeing toi hurt.” toi whisper.
“I’d rather it be me than you.” He says.
“What?” He asks, glancing over at you.
“You’re gonna get pulled over,” toi say, rolling your eyes.
“Do toi think I’d care?” He laughed.
“Dallas Winston, I am shocked and appalled toi just a dit that to me and ran that red light.” toi laugh. “I’m horrified at your driving skills. Remind me not to get into a car with toi again.”
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Light cracked the sky open. The crash that followed jolted toi awake. toi sit up in your bed, wide eyed with fear.
toi had been afraid of thunderstorms since toi were little… something about it just frightened toi to no end.
The sound of your boyfriend breathing calmed toi down. The rhythmic deep breathing soothed you, only for a second.
Another crack lit up the sky, with a giant boom that followed.
“Dally.” toi shake your boyfriend awake.
“Babe… what’s the ma-” He stops as he sees your eyes, wide with fear. He sits up straight and wraps his arms around toi pulling toi close. “You’re fine… You’re fine.” He whispers, rocking toi back and forth. “I got you. I promise. I got you.” Hands running through your hair.
“I just don’t like them.” toi mumble into his bare chest.
“I know. I know.” He say. “But I still got you. I promise.”
But toi were already asleep again.
toi had been afraid of thunderstorms since toi were little… something about it just frightened toi to no end.
The sound of your boyfriend breathing calmed toi down. The rhythmic deep breathing soothed you, only for a second.
Another crack lit up the sky, with a giant boom that followed.
“Dally.” toi shake your boyfriend awake.
“Babe… what’s the ma-” He stops as he sees your eyes, wide with fear. He sits up straight and wraps his arms around toi pulling toi close. “You’re fine… You’re fine.” He whispers, rocking toi back and forth. “I got you. I promise. I got you.” Hands running through your hair.
“I just don’t like them.” toi mumble into his bare chest.
“I know. I know.” He say. “But I still got you. I promise.”
But toi were already asleep again.
this is the smartass Steve Randle
the whole fictional outsiders gang...but if they are in my world, are they REALLY fictional?
