Chapter 1 (please write what you think of it!)
"Yeah, I can pick locks." I say. Kayla stands beside me, her golden hair is shining in the moonlight, and I kiss her. "Not now, Pony, please." She says it, but she doesn't mean it. "Sorry" I say. "What time is it anyway?" Kayla glares down at her watchless arm. Shit, I'm thinking, not the watch, too! "I don't know, and frankly, Pony, I don't care. Would you stop be so paranoid, you're making this no fun!" I know I should be at home, sleeping, but it just didn't feel right, knowing that Kayla was out there all alone. I flash one of my famous grins. "Oh, so now I'm being paranoid, is that it?" The lock I'm picking breaks loose and I open the door. "Good night, Ponyboy. Thanks for coming to get me. I.I just.I couldn't think of anyone else to call.and I.well, I figured you wouldn't mind." Her voice trails off. I can tell she's nervous. "I don't mind, I'm just glad you're okay now. Try to get some shut-eye, huh?" I hug her, and she shuts the big, wooden door. I walk home alone in the darkness.
"Ponyboy," Darry is calling, "Ponyboy, get up NOW. Jesus, you're going to make us all late!" The sun is shining bright through the window in our bedroom, and I know that I must've gotten some sleep, but it sure doesn't feel like it. I crawl out of bed slowly. It takes a lot of energy to even walk to the bathroom this morning. I take a quick shower and head to the kitchen were I smell beacon cooking. Two-bit and Steve are already here, and already ready to go. I yawn. "You finally decide to get up? Golly, but you slept the whole morning away! Are you still tired?" I nod. Soda's first to see Kayla's purse on the counter. He doesn't point it out though, just acts like it's always there. He says, "Pony, is everything alright with Kayla?" He already knows what's going on, but he wants to hear it from me. "Never better!" "We're leaving in 5 minutes, Pony." Darry interrupts us. "Hurry it up." I grab two slices of beacon, put my shoes on, and head out the door.
"Yeah, I can pick locks." I say. Kayla stands beside me, her golden hair is shining in the moonlight, and I kiss her. "Not now, Pony, please." She says it, but she doesn't mean it. "Sorry" I say. "What time is it anyway?" Kayla glares down at her watchless arm. Shit, I'm thinking, not the watch, too! "I don't know, and frankly, Pony, I don't care. Would you stop be so paranoid, you're making this no fun!" I know I should be at home, sleeping, but it just didn't feel right, knowing that Kayla was out there all alone. I flash one of my famous grins. "Oh, so now I'm being paranoid, is that it?" The lock I'm picking breaks loose and I open the door. "Good night, Ponyboy. Thanks for coming to get me. I.I just.I couldn't think of anyone else to call.and I.well, I figured you wouldn't mind." Her voice trails off. I can tell she's nervous. "I don't mind, I'm just glad you're okay now. Try to get some shut-eye, huh?" I hug her, and she shuts the big, wooden door. I walk home alone in the darkness.
"Ponyboy," Darry is calling, "Ponyboy, get up NOW. Jesus, you're going to make us all late!" The sun is shining bright through the window in our bedroom, and I know that I must've gotten some sleep, but it sure doesn't feel like it. I crawl out of bed slowly. It takes a lot of energy to even walk to the bathroom this morning. I take a quick shower and head to the kitchen were I smell beacon cooking. Two-bit and Steve are already here, and already ready to go. I yawn. "You finally decide to get up? Golly, but you slept the whole morning away! Are you still tired?" I nod. Soda's first to see Kayla's purse on the counter. He doesn't point it out though, just acts like it's always there. He says, "Pony, is everything alright with Kayla?" He already knows what's going on, but he wants to hear it from me. "Never better!" "We're leaving in 5 minutes, Pony." Darry interrupts us. "Hurry it up." I grab two slices of beacon, put my shoes on, and head out the door.