Disclaimer-I don't own the Outsiders, but how I wish I could...
The title may seem a little weird, but read it and tell me what you think! I have more ideas for the next chapter. This takes place after the story, but Johnny and Dally are still alive.
Chapter 1
Pony's POV
I woke up. It was bright outside. Soda was still sleeping, and he was snoring quite loud. He didn't normally, and I thought it was kind of funny. I started laughing and it woke him up. That made me laugh even harder.
"Hey what's so funny?" he asked, half smiling.
"You were snoring really loud, then when I was laughing at you woke up." He just sat there and looked at me.
"You know, you're weird, kid." He said, half laughing. He got out of bed and put on some pants and changed his shirt. And after that he went to the bathroom.
"Yeah, I know." I told him down the hall. Darry came in after that.
"Hey kiddo, breakfast is ready. Pancakes." Yay. I love pancakes. During breakfast, Soda asked,
"Hey, wanna go to the pool today?" It was random, but I didn't mind if we went. I haven't been to the community pool since I was little. Everyone said they didn't like to go there because a lot of Socs went there and little kids were overcrowding it all the time.
"Why, is some girl meeting you there?" I asked. I was on a roll today. His ears were turning red. That usually happened to me.
"No, I just haven't been there in a while." He said. It sounded like he was lying, but I didn't really think much of it. Darry looked at us both.
"I don't see why not. I don't have work today. It's a Sunday. Any Socs?" he asked, looking particularly at me.
"No, they're too cool to go to the pool anymore." Soda said sarcastically. We all laughed. It was turning out to be an okay day so far. Two-Bit came in then, beer in hand, of course.
"Hey greasers, what are you doin here?" he said with a laugh.
"Well, we were goin to the pool, grease, maybe you should go. It would help you, you dirty grease." I said back, smiling.
"yeah well I'm gonna go get my suit, unless you want me to go naked." He laughed all the way out the door and I could hear him all the way down the street. A few minutes later when me and Soda were doing the dishes, Dally and Johnny came in the door, without knocking, like they always do. Dally had the usual tough, tuff look on his face, and Johnny the sad, lost looking face. I really do wonder how they get along so well. I invited them there and Dally said yes, so Johnny automatically agreed to go as well. Johnny worshipped Dallas Winston. I don't know why he does, either. Well, both of their parents don't really care about them. Maybe they have some kind of connection or something. I don't know. I saw Soda pick up the phone and dialed a number
"Hello? Steve, yeah we're going to the pool. Meet us there". I didn't like Steve, because he didn't like me. He thought I was a tagalong kid and I never even asked. Soda asked me to go. I bet he was just jealous, because Soda and I are real close. I reminded myself I was being kind of mean, so I stopped. We all ran out the door. Everyone was so happy today. Darry did a cartwheel off the porch, and Soda did a somersault onto the car. Dally just jumped off the fence, laughing. Me and Johnny just started walking. I didn't even put on my bathing suit. I haven't really been comfortable around water since, well, those Socs tried to drowned me in the fountain. I just kind of freak out around it. Well, not like taking a bath or washing the dishes. We got to the pool.
"Hey Pony, where's your swimmin suit?" Soda asked me.
"Oh, I must of forgot it at home. Oh well. I'll just sit here and watch I'll be fine I don't really mind anyways." I lied. I still didn't tell them I was afraid of water. They would probably think I'm weird or something.
"Forgot your bathing suit when you're going to a pool? Jeez, Pony, you never use your head!" Darry said. I didn't care. As long as I had an excuse not to get in the water. I went up to the food stand and bought some fries. I went back to my seat and just watched. Soda jumped off of the diving board and did a full flip. All the others tried to do better than him, Darry being the best. Then a girl arguing with a boy came and sat down next to me. She was prettier than all the girls there. But then again, I didn't really look at the girls who were wearing really tight, small bathing suits trying to get the boy's attention. She had light brown hair and bright blue eyes. They were beautiful. She was wearing a dark blue t shirt which made her eyes seem brighter. She had on jeans, even though it was hot outside. I decided to say hi.
"Hey, what's up?" I said, kind of politely. She didn't even look at me and said real short,
"hey". What was with this chick? I didn't think I was that bad.
"How come your not in the pool?" I said trying to make small talk. So much for that. She didn't answer me, or even look at me.
"Are you okay?" I asked. I could tell she was upset about something.
"Fine" was all she said. The guy she was arguing with came back. He shoved a hotdog at her.
"Here, eat it, now" emphasizing the now. It made her jump, and that reminded me of Johnny. The guy looked around real fast, and was staring at a girl close by in a pink bikini.
"I'm going to the bathroom, sit there, and don't move. Understand?" he said and stomped off. Why is that guy treating her so bad?
"Who is that?" she gave me a scared look, like a little kid, lost and confused.
"My boyfriend." She said.
"If he's your boyfriend, why is he treating you like that?" Nobody should treat a girl like that.
"Look, I'm fine, it was my fault. I made him mad, okay?" she said.
"Why? What did you do?" I was kind of curious.
"Well, he told me we were going to the pool, and I told him I wanted to go swimming. And he got really mad. He doesn't like it when other boys can look at me. But that's why he wanted to come here, to look at all the girls." This sounded funny.
"Then why do you like him so much?" it was stupid. Why would you like someone like that?
"well, he's really a nice person when you get to know him. He's a little rough around the edges." She didn't look to old, either. But he did.
"How old is he?" I asked.
"18"
"How old are you?"
"14" I knew something was wrong. "I am in your grade at your school. Your name is Ponyboy. You're in my math class. You're really smart." She didn't look familiar, but I believed her. I looked at her arm. There was a bruise and a few scratches. I looked at her arm, and she covered it up real quick.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Oh, I uh, fell down the stairs. I am really clumsy like that." You couldn't get a scratch like that from falling down the stairs. I knew she was lying.
So what do you think? Review! I already know what I'm going to do for the next chapter!
