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Ponyboy
Bob shook his head, smirking slowly. "You could use a bath, greaser. And a good working over. And we've got all night to do it. Give the kid a bath, David."
I ducked and tried to run for it, but the Soc caught my arm and twisted it behind my back, and shoved my face into the fountain. I fought, but the hand at the back of my neck was strong and I had to hold my breath. I'm dying, I thought, and wondered what was happening to Johnny. I couldn't hold my breath any longer.
I fought again desperately but only sucked in water. I'm drowning, I thought, they've gone too far... A red haze filled my mind and I slowly relaxed.
The next thing I knew I was lying on the pavement beside the fountain, coughing water out and gasping. I lay there weakly, breathing in fresh, crisp night air. The wind blasted through my soaked sweat shirt and dripping hair. My teeth chattered unceasingly and i couldn't stop them. Then, i heard a voice. "Are you okay, kid?"
I ignored the voice, preoccupied with pushing myself up. I leaned against the fountain and after a few moments of catching my breath, I pushed my dripping wet hair back, lifting my head up slowly and expecting to find Johnny in front of me.
Instead, what awaited me was a green-eyed stranger staring right at me. I glanced nervously at the stranger before scanning my surroundings frantically, searching for Johnny's familiar frame.
Alan
The pale, shivering kid with green eyes looked as if he was desperately trying to find someone, his wide eyes darting rapidly. I figured he was searching for the other boy that had been attacked by those Socs.
"Your friend's fine. He's over there." I reassured him, pointing to the dark-haired boy with the scar on his face. He had been standing behind me, still pale-faced and reeling from the attack.
At my words, Green Eyes turned his head towards his friend sharply, his tense body visibly relaxing at the sight of his friend.
Even though the kid had calmed down a bit, he was obviously still shaken up and his eyes sparkled with unshed tears. I guess Scar Face had noticed his friend's trembling lips and scared expression because he ran towards Green Eyes, placing his hand on the kid's shoulder comfortingly.
They exchanged a few words under their breath and I figured that Scar Face was explaining the situation to Green the two of them fell silent, i spoke up.
"Alan." I said, reaching out with my hand.
"What?" The now drenched kid squeaked, staring at me in confusion.
"That's my name, now tell me yours." I replied smoothly, smiling cooly at them.
Finally seeming to realise that they had been neglecting my presence all this while, Green Eyes informed me in a shaky voice, "My name is Ponyboy and this is Johnny."
I cocked an eyebrow at the strange name, unintentionally mumbling my thoughts out loud.
" Ponyboy, huh?"
Ponyboy's face scrunched up in irritation and he glared a hole into the ground, mumbling something that i couldn't quite catch but i could guess was probably not pretty to hear.
"Oh, sorry." I gave him an apologetic grin, feeling kind of bad for being so tactless, especially since he was obviously still upset from the attack.
Changing the subject and trying to lighten the mood, I smiled widely, asking, "So, where do ya live?"
Ponyboy
Five minutes later, Johnny, Alan and I were walking towards the Curtis' house in comfortable silence. Alan had offered to take us home and Johnny and I had agreed. I was glad that i had someone to protect me and Johnny from those damned Socs.
I was still half scared of Alan though. He had long brownish-blonde hair that covered one of his emerald green eyes and he looked awful tuff with his metal earring hanging from his right kind of reminded me of Dally with how confident and strong he looked. He looked like a real good fighter too.
But i decided that he was nice enough especially since he had helped to fend off those nasty Socs. Johnny had filled me in that he had rushed in and threatened those Socs with a switchblade and I was grateful that he helped me and Johnny. Who knows how badly we could have been hurt otherwise. Johnny would not have survived the Socs jumping him again- both emotionally and physically, especially considering how jumpy and unsettled he was after the first time he had been beaten up.
As the three of us walked through the chilly evening air, I couldn't stop shivering and my shirt, now wet, clung to my skin stubbornly. Johnny noticed that and he offered me his denim jacket. I smiled softly at him and accepted it, appreciative of his concern.
Putting on the jacket, I frowned worriedly as stared at the fresh bruises riddled across his arms. Feeling guilty for not noticing it earlier, I sent him a questioning look; Are you okay? He nodded firmly and i let the matter drop for now, knowing that Johnny would have the same answer, no matter how many times i asked him.
After what seemed like an eternity, we finally reached the house. As soon as we threw the front doors open, Darry and Soda rushed to towards us with concerned faces, as if expecting our return.
"Where have you been, Pony? Are you okay? Why are you drenched? " Soda immediately bombarded me with an endless stream of questions, wrapping me in his warm embrace.
I glanced timidly at Darry, afraid that he would be angry and lash out at me again. To my complete and utter shock, Darry looked really relieved, as if a heavy weight have been lifted from his shoulders and i could tell that he looked like he was about to cry which is rare for him. He hadn't cried, not even at Dad and Mom's funeral.
Could it be that...Darry actually cares about me?
I turned my head sharply, staring at the ground and berating myself.
He was probably just worried that the social worker would take Soda away if they found out that Darry had hit me. He doesn't care about me. He just wishes i was gone.
Alan
When the ki-no, Ponyboy and Johnny had stayed silent for a while, not explaining the situation to the two greasers, I sighed impatiently and grumbled, "I'm still here, ya know?"
The two guys' heads swerved towards me immediately, eyes widening in surprise as if they had just noticed me.
The bigger one frowned intimidatingly at me, growling, "Who are you and what are you doing in my house?"
Before I could respond, Ponyboy raised his head, snapping at the big guy defensively, "Stop it talking to him like that! He helped me and Johnny!"
With that, the two greasers sent questioning looks towards me, their eyes asking the same thing;
What happened?
Taking the cue, I introduced myself, " The name's Alan. Found these kids being jumped by those Soc bastards." I continued on with the full story, shrugging carelessly all the while.