Disclaimer: I don't own people
ATTENTION MELANIE
Mel my friend… (If you are not the same Melanie, sorry, this is directed only to one Melanie in this world…feel special Mel! As I was saying…if you aren't the same one, you are wasting your time…go cry now, then read the story…I'm a mean bastard, aren't I?)
I have finally made a story… yes this is my first fanfic, aren't you proud of me? PRAISE ME! Such lovely laughter…
GIR: but I neeeeeed tacos, I need them or I will explode! That happens to me sometimes..
IMPORTANT STORY THINGY
Half a year after the book, pony's hair has grown back and is NOT BLONDE! I have a thing about fake blondes…
On with the story!
Chapter 1- Movie House Drama
Ponyboy's POV
The girls are dancing in bikinis and singing a song, he loves her and she loves him, we get it, they are in love, why can't they get over it and get on with the story? That is if there is a story (apart from their love life) to be told. What a pathetic movie.
I'm alone again, and normally I would have enjoyed watching a movie all on my lonesome, but ever since Johnny and Dallas died, it feels different, I'm not only physically alone, Johnny and Dally took something in me with them.
I guess I'll never be able to draw Dallas when he's in his dangerous mood again. I'll never have a friend like Johnny ever again! I had something great and I stuffed it up!
Tears are welling in my eyes, thank god its dark. I think I need to go to the toilet, oh well;
I won't be missing anything… why did I kill part of our gang? And my only friend?
What did I do? I am soo sorry! I'm soo sorry! I hate myself. Why couldn't I turn out normal? God, why did you make me a murderer! Shoot, I'm soo stuffed up…oh! Toilet. Almost forgot…
As I get up I hear "is this seat empty?"
I turn to face a girl. She's a greasey girl with fake blonde hair and lots of make up, her eye shadow is basically blinding me.
"Yeah" please, please! Go away! I'm really not in the mood for this…
"Thanks" she says huskily, what a disgusting tone of voice…why do they think people actually like it?
I start to head to the toilet, I'm stopped be her catching onto my jeans…how DARE she! Does this look like public property? Did I give her permission to touch me! I'm silently screaming at myself inside my head.
"Don't go, come on, am I that ugly?" she jokes.
To me it's a statement.
"Sorry I really need to go"
She's still clutching onto my jeans! Get off get off get off! Please! Don't contaminate
Me!
"It can't be that important! Sit down"
She pulls me down and I'm forced to watch the movie. My hands are gripping the arms of my seat.
"You're really cute you know" she says.
She's expecting me to say something back. I hate her. I stay silent and pretend to be fascinated by the movie.
"What's your name?"
She doesn't deserve to know my name. My lips are still sealed.
"You shy? There's no need to be scared of me"
She's treating me like I'm a sort of animal! Here doggy doggy doggy doggy…come on, I wont hurt you … She's the animal! People like her should be kept in cages!
"Come on, it's alright cutey"
She leaning on me and running her fingers through my hair.
Shit! Get her off me! Get her off me! Why me? Get her off me! WHY?
I feel so helpless I want to cry! I grip the arms of my seat tighter; I can tell my knuckles have gone white.
I want to die! Right here! right now! What is she doing to me! Hey! What if she contaminates my hair and it becomes blonde! Don't, please don't turn blonde! I'm begging you! Its taken soo long to grow back! Don t, don't, don't, don't …
"Don't" (authors note: he is talking to his hair) I let that slip didn't I?
"Make me" she replies playfully and leans in for a kiss.
Great! Now look what I've done! I should have just left! Why don't I use my head!
She pouts her lips which are covered in cheap red lipstick and leans in closer, and closer…What the hell! Doesn't she have a heart? She's invading me and, oh god! Her
dirty lips are going to touch me! It can't! It just can't! What do I do! What do I do!
Her lips are about to touch mine.
"Oh, SHOOT!" I yell panicking.
I grab her by her by her peroxide blonde hair, yank her head back and smash it down onto the seat in front of her. The blood from her face would definitely cover up that disgusting make up, but how would I know? I had already bolted out of the movie house.
How was it? It was crap rite? Reviews and flames PLEASE!
Happy noodle boy – "under such extreme heat, wear and degradation is inevitable! Parts break off after overuse! And that is why toaster pastries will burst into flames if you don't keep an eye on them…"
And so on so forth…if this has NOT made your day, go shoot a capsicum, come on, you know you want to, the potato calls you.
