Hey guys. I don't really know how this will play out, but please give me some ideas and reviews please. Thnx (not a typo).
Prologue
"Crap, Crap, Crap, what are we going to do, I'm scared", said a 15 year old petite boy with auburn locks.
"Don't be Ponyboy, I'm scared too though. I don't know what were going to do. We are in so much trouble. I don't know how we can…shit. We have to tell the gang" said a frantic 16 year old black haired petite boy.
"NO! WE CAN'T TELL THEM SHIT JOHNNY, WE JUST CAN'T! They'll hate us, they'll hate me".
"What did they do to you" Johnny asked with a mask of horror as he stared at his best friend.
"They fucked my mind up Johnny. It hurts so bad. They just can't...I can't crap... what do I do, what the fuck do I do" screamed Pony in desperation. He put his hand on his blood stained torso as his heart gave a violent jerk. It was 10:00pm and a windy night. The stars were out and a few street lights. Beside that it was pitch black. The two boys were at the lot in traumatized states. Sitting next to them was a silver small camcorder.
"We have to tell them, we have to trust somebody" persuaded Johnny. He didn't want to frighten the boy who was a mess, not that he was any better.
"Fine, the gang only, but not anyone else. Gosh, Johnny I, I need a drink, to get so wasted. To forget what happened. They messed me up really bad. I can't anymore". Johnny hugged and comforted his companion. He was telling him soothing words. It shattered his heart to see Pony so broken beyond repair. Ponyboy was trembling violently with a waterfall of tears streaming down his rosy cheeks.
5 minutes passed after the mild break down. They two boys left in the direction of a local convenience store. The guys walked in and bought some beer and liquor. A few shots were in order too. How did they get it? A fellow greaser understood what they were going through and gave it to them on a discount. 10 minutes later the boys found themselves on the Curtis's front porch.
"Ready to tell the guys, what happened" Johnny asked Pony, who seemed to calm down. The radio was turned up loud and a few shouts could be heard inside the house. Jonny and Pony both took deep breaths and went inside the lively house. Everything but how they were feeling. Johnny took a look at the camcorder that was in the bag with the beer, before the gang spotted them.
Darry didn't look up yet, neither did the other guys. "Ponyboy, where have you bee-"Darry stopped reading the news paper as did the other guys. They had looks from shock to horror to disgust. Ponyboy looked down and could see why they stopped talking. He was covered in blood from head to toe. His hair was matted with dry blood and dirt. His arms were caked with blood that still wasn't dry enough. He was deathly pale that you could see his veins. Johnny wasn't as bad as him, but he still didn't look any better. Ponyboy knew it was time to tell them what happened. He didn't know if he could bring himself too. If he didn't the result would be fatal.
This was my second story ever. What's on the camcorder? You guys decide what happened to Pony and Johnny. review