Ponyboy and Johnny were talking regularly. Speaking in the quiet voices as they normally do, making sure the gang does not see them.
"Hey Pony. I'm bored", Johnny said quietly.
Pony rolled his eyes at him before nodding his head in agreement.
"Let's go to the park", he suggested.
Jonny, with Ponyboy in tow, walked to the park. Stopping and chatting on the way there. When they finally arrived (about 30 minutes later), something stopped them in their tracks.
A book.
Ponyboy's eyes popped out of his head as he saw the cover of the story. Where was the title?
"What is it"? Johnny asked irritated as he could not see the cover of the book.
Ponyboy shrugged in response as he could not tell. The book had no title.
"Well open it", Johnny said rolling his eyes.
As they opened the book, something weird happened. Something they could not explain to the gang when they got back. They felt a sudden rush in their stomachs, and the strange urge to throw up. The last thing they saw was Ponyboy's deceased father standing over them, a confused look on his face.
(LINE BREAK YAY!)
Coming back into focus, they realized that they were in Ponyboy's house. Except….everything looked completely different. The house was spotless- unlike their house in their time- and it contained a happier atmosphere. Johnny turned to look at Ponyboy as he heard him gasp.
"What's wrong Pony?" Johnny asked questionably.
Ponyboy made a strangled gasp as he realized something.
"Johnny, don't you remember this place", Ponyboy asked?
Johnny shook his head in response. His black locks flying everywhere along his damp, greasy hair.
"This is my house", he said again. "When mom and dad were still here".
"Now that you have woken up", a voice behind them called. "Can you please inform us of where you came from? More specifically who you are?"
Johnny and Ponyboy knew that voice. It was a sarcastic voice that everyone in the Curtis household knew. Darry stood behind them; years younger, and much more joyful.