Truth or Dare: A Friday Night Gone Horribly Wrong
Pony's Story
Saturday 9:00 a.m.
I just woke up and I feel as if I have been hit by a truck and find myself lying against the couch. It is bright outside, so when my eyes finally readjust I look around the room. I was at an utter lost when I woke up to this strange sight. The whole gang was asleep I guess and in random spots in the house. For example, Darry was nowhere to be seen. Two Bit was sprawled out on the couch with his head in a bucket of popcorn; that was actually pretty normal when it comes to him. Johnny was napping on the table and had a Polaroid camera around his neck. Dally was leaning on me using my shoulder as a pillow. Okay why the heck would he be here? Isn't he supposed to be in jail or something? Two Bit was telling me how he got hauled in for shop lifting or something on the lines of that. Steve was also missing from this awkward picture and Soda? Man I can't remember anything. What the heck happened last night?
As I thought about this I thought I saw Johnny twitch in his sleep. Cause he flexed his fingers and frowned.
"Johnny…wake up." I shout in a whisper he groans and turns towards me opening his eyes.
"Pony?"
"Hey Johnnycakes." He manages a false smile before falling off the table. He removes his camera from around his neck and eyes me curiously. "I am so confused right now." Yeah me and you both dude. But then an idea pops up in my head. His camera maybe it can help us figure out what the heck happened last night.
"Oh dude. Your camera did you take any good pictures from last night?" He isn't sure but grabs some photos from off the table and moves over to my side of the room.
"Lets find out." He says and we begin to skim through all of the pictures.