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"Ponyboy Curtis if you don't come in the kitchen soon I'm afraid Soda will eat your chocolate cake!" yelled Darry.
"I'm coming!" I replied back in the same tone of voice from the washroom. I took a final last glance at my reflection in the mirror "not bad" I thought to myself as I studied my appearance. My bleached blonde hair had been growing longer, and besides the reddish-brown roots, my hair actually looked good. I was dressed in one of Soda's old shirts that had an oil stain on the back, and was wearing my own pair of skin tight blue jeans. Finally I brought myself away from the mirror and headed towards the kitchen.
Darry and Soda smiled as I walked into the room and took my seat at the table, I grinned back.
"About time you came outta there, I thought I was going to have to shoot Soda if he tried to touch your cake once more" Darry joked.
I laughed while my fork cut into my "breakfast", and I soon found myself in paradise as I took the first bite. Food always tastes better when you haven't had it in a while, especially in my case, I've eaten barely anything since I came back from Windrexville.
"What are you up to today Pony?" Soda asked through mouthfuls of jelly eggs.
"I'm not sure, I think I might catch a flick or something, wanna come along?" I looked up at both of them.
"Sorry little buddy I can't, I have to work a double shift today" replied Darry, he really did look sorry.
"That's OK, what about you Soda?" I asked eagerly, going to movies with Soda was fun, as a matter of fact, doing anything with Soda was fun.
"I can't today, Steve and me have to go to work at the shop, why don't you ask one of the guys?"
I shook my head "Nah, its all right, Ill go by myself."
The sound of running water was heard throughout my head as I rinsed my plate off in the sink. I went back into Soda's and my room and grabbed my coat off the bed. I threw it on over my dirty shirt and walked to the front door. "Ill catch you guys later" I said as I stepped out onto the porch and walked down the stairs.
***
The sound of my shoes hitting the sidewalk echoed throughout the night air. I was just leaving the movie house after seeing a very stupid film on drive by shootings. I shook my head as I thought about how funny it had been. Suddenly I saw something that made the blood inside my veins boil. Driving towards me at a slow speed was a blue mustang, the one that use to belong to Bob Sheldon but had been given to one of his stupid friends after Johnny killed him. That brought back another painful memory, just weeks ago Johnny had died in the hospital and changed my life forever.
Sweat trickled down my forehead as the car stopped and 3 socs came out of it. I thought about running for it, but that option was long gone. Yep, it looked like I was going to have to fight them, or else die in the process. I silently prayed that it wouldn't come down to choice two.
"Hey greaser!" the taller one of the group called out to me "are you that lame ass kids friend? You know the one were talking about, the kid that died because he saved those stupid kids?"
No words came from my mouth and I had to use all the force in my body to keep from springing on that guy right then. He continued on, laughing.
"You killed our best friend you piece of trash. So were going to have to teach you a little lesson."
As he said this the other two socs ran towards me. Finally I snapped back to reality just as one of them lunged at my legs, I moved out of the way in time and started running in the opposite direction. My breaths came in short gasps after a minute of dodging rocks, I checked behind my shoulder to see if they were following me and as soon as I did this one of the objects they had been throwing found its way to my face. I fell to the ground from the sudden shock and hit the pavement with a mighty force that sent sparks flying through my head.
Suddenly I felt the grip of two hands on my shoulders, pulling me to my feet. I groaned and slowly opened my eyes, revealing all three of the socs in front of me. I wobbled slightly, still woozy from the fall. They grinned just as one of there fists connected with my stomach, causing me to cry out in pain and fall to my knees.
"How do you like that greaser?" one of them spat.
I looked up at them and called out the first name that came to my head "SODA!" in return I got kicked in the stomach. I coughed a few times, and looked down at the ground amazed to find blood, my blood. I wiped my mouth with my sleeve and breathed in and out heavily.
"Please stop" I whispered, not sure if they heard me. Then something caught my eye, something shiny. My attention wandered up to a knife in one of their hands, "crap" I mumbled.
"What's that greaser? I can't understand you" the fattest one of the group said, he kicked me in the side again.
Suddenly pain shot up throughout my body as I felt cold steel piercing my flesh. I looked down at my stomach, soon regretting my actions. Sticking out of my it was a switchblade, and pouring from the open wound was blood. I fell onto my back, my eyes darting around for any sign of the socs, they were gone though, chickens. Slowly I reached over and wrapped my hands around the handle of the blade. Carefully I started to pull it out, crying out in pain. Tears trickled down my face as it finally came out, I stared at it for a while, I'm not quite sure why.
"SODA! DARRY!" I screamed several minutes after, hoping that one of them would here me, I wasn't that far away from where the gang usually hung out. I was relieved when I heard Two-Bits familiar voice calling out to me
"PONYBOY!" Two-Bit finally reached me, I knew I must have looked pretty bad because he was shaking his head and the usual happiness that has been etched on his face was gone.
"Ponyboy, what happened?" he asked worriedly "why you bleedin so much?" his eyes darted to the wound in my stomach then to the blade.
"Ohh shoot, don't answer that, in fact.....don't do anything at all...just wait here...I'm going to go get Soda, Darry's at work....but Soda will come" and before I could open my mouth to reply he was already running in the direction of my house.
When you get stabbed, it's nothing like in the movies, in fact, it's ten times worse. I don't know how to quite explain it, but it feels like all the energy that was once in your body, has suddenly left you, without even saying so much as goodbye. I tried to lift my head, but I couldn't, I was to weak from all the blood that I had lost, and that was quite allot because it felt like I was swimming it it. I lay there for what seemed like hours until I noticed the familiar footsteps of Soda's old runners. Up until then I had been extremely cold, but as soon as his hands embraced my feeble body in a hug, it felt as if all the warmth had re-entered my body.
"Soda?" I said, trying to make it sound like I wasn't hurting that bad.
"shh" he replied as he brushed the hair out of my eyes "your going to be OK Pony, Two-Bits bringing the car over right now" he tried to force a smile, but even I knew it was a fake.
"Soda" I said again "I think I'm dieing....." I choked back some tears as I repeated the two last words over and over again in my head I'm dieing, Im dieing.
"Shut up Pony, you aint dieing, your gonna be alright! Stop saying things like that!" he leaned his head against my shoulders and started sobbing.
I gathered all the strength left in my body and patted him on the shoulder "I love you Soda, I really do, make sure Darry knows how much I love him. And I'm sorry"
"Sorry for what kiddo?" he said through muffled sobs.
"Im sorry for.....staining your shirt" and as soon as I said this the world started to fade around me, until it became no more then blackness.
A/N-What do you think? Im not writing anymore. It was just a one page story *grins evily* well...maybe if I get some good reviews Ill make another chapter
"Ponyboy Curtis if you don't come in the kitchen soon I'm afraid Soda will eat your chocolate cake!" yelled Darry.
"I'm coming!" I replied back in the same tone of voice from the washroom. I took a final last glance at my reflection in the mirror "not bad" I thought to myself as I studied my appearance. My bleached blonde hair had been growing longer, and besides the reddish-brown roots, my hair actually looked good. I was dressed in one of Soda's old shirts that had an oil stain on the back, and was wearing my own pair of skin tight blue jeans. Finally I brought myself away from the mirror and headed towards the kitchen.
Darry and Soda smiled as I walked into the room and took my seat at the table, I grinned back.
"About time you came outta there, I thought I was going to have to shoot Soda if he tried to touch your cake once more" Darry joked.
I laughed while my fork cut into my "breakfast", and I soon found myself in paradise as I took the first bite. Food always tastes better when you haven't had it in a while, especially in my case, I've eaten barely anything since I came back from Windrexville.
"What are you up to today Pony?" Soda asked through mouthfuls of jelly eggs.
"I'm not sure, I think I might catch a flick or something, wanna come along?" I looked up at both of them.
"Sorry little buddy I can't, I have to work a double shift today" replied Darry, he really did look sorry.
"That's OK, what about you Soda?" I asked eagerly, going to movies with Soda was fun, as a matter of fact, doing anything with Soda was fun.
"I can't today, Steve and me have to go to work at the shop, why don't you ask one of the guys?"
I shook my head "Nah, its all right, Ill go by myself."
The sound of running water was heard throughout my head as I rinsed my plate off in the sink. I went back into Soda's and my room and grabbed my coat off the bed. I threw it on over my dirty shirt and walked to the front door. "Ill catch you guys later" I said as I stepped out onto the porch and walked down the stairs.
***
The sound of my shoes hitting the sidewalk echoed throughout the night air. I was just leaving the movie house after seeing a very stupid film on drive by shootings. I shook my head as I thought about how funny it had been. Suddenly I saw something that made the blood inside my veins boil. Driving towards me at a slow speed was a blue mustang, the one that use to belong to Bob Sheldon but had been given to one of his stupid friends after Johnny killed him. That brought back another painful memory, just weeks ago Johnny had died in the hospital and changed my life forever.
Sweat trickled down my forehead as the car stopped and 3 socs came out of it. I thought about running for it, but that option was long gone. Yep, it looked like I was going to have to fight them, or else die in the process. I silently prayed that it wouldn't come down to choice two.
"Hey greaser!" the taller one of the group called out to me "are you that lame ass kids friend? You know the one were talking about, the kid that died because he saved those stupid kids?"
No words came from my mouth and I had to use all the force in my body to keep from springing on that guy right then. He continued on, laughing.
"You killed our best friend you piece of trash. So were going to have to teach you a little lesson."
As he said this the other two socs ran towards me. Finally I snapped back to reality just as one of them lunged at my legs, I moved out of the way in time and started running in the opposite direction. My breaths came in short gasps after a minute of dodging rocks, I checked behind my shoulder to see if they were following me and as soon as I did this one of the objects they had been throwing found its way to my face. I fell to the ground from the sudden shock and hit the pavement with a mighty force that sent sparks flying through my head.
Suddenly I felt the grip of two hands on my shoulders, pulling me to my feet. I groaned and slowly opened my eyes, revealing all three of the socs in front of me. I wobbled slightly, still woozy from the fall. They grinned just as one of there fists connected with my stomach, causing me to cry out in pain and fall to my knees.
"How do you like that greaser?" one of them spat.
I looked up at them and called out the first name that came to my head "SODA!" in return I got kicked in the stomach. I coughed a few times, and looked down at the ground amazed to find blood, my blood. I wiped my mouth with my sleeve and breathed in and out heavily.
"Please stop" I whispered, not sure if they heard me. Then something caught my eye, something shiny. My attention wandered up to a knife in one of their hands, "crap" I mumbled.
"What's that greaser? I can't understand you" the fattest one of the group said, he kicked me in the side again.
Suddenly pain shot up throughout my body as I felt cold steel piercing my flesh. I looked down at my stomach, soon regretting my actions. Sticking out of my it was a switchblade, and pouring from the open wound was blood. I fell onto my back, my eyes darting around for any sign of the socs, they were gone though, chickens. Slowly I reached over and wrapped my hands around the handle of the blade. Carefully I started to pull it out, crying out in pain. Tears trickled down my face as it finally came out, I stared at it for a while, I'm not quite sure why.
"SODA! DARRY!" I screamed several minutes after, hoping that one of them would here me, I wasn't that far away from where the gang usually hung out. I was relieved when I heard Two-Bits familiar voice calling out to me
"PONYBOY!" Two-Bit finally reached me, I knew I must have looked pretty bad because he was shaking his head and the usual happiness that has been etched on his face was gone.
"Ponyboy, what happened?" he asked worriedly "why you bleedin so much?" his eyes darted to the wound in my stomach then to the blade.
"Ohh shoot, don't answer that, in fact.....don't do anything at all...just wait here...I'm going to go get Soda, Darry's at work....but Soda will come" and before I could open my mouth to reply he was already running in the direction of my house.
When you get stabbed, it's nothing like in the movies, in fact, it's ten times worse. I don't know how to quite explain it, but it feels like all the energy that was once in your body, has suddenly left you, without even saying so much as goodbye. I tried to lift my head, but I couldn't, I was to weak from all the blood that I had lost, and that was quite allot because it felt like I was swimming it it. I lay there for what seemed like hours until I noticed the familiar footsteps of Soda's old runners. Up until then I had been extremely cold, but as soon as his hands embraced my feeble body in a hug, it felt as if all the warmth had re-entered my body.
"Soda?" I said, trying to make it sound like I wasn't hurting that bad.
"shh" he replied as he brushed the hair out of my eyes "your going to be OK Pony, Two-Bits bringing the car over right now" he tried to force a smile, but even I knew it was a fake.
"Soda" I said again "I think I'm dieing....." I choked back some tears as I repeated the two last words over and over again in my head I'm dieing, Im dieing.
"Shut up Pony, you aint dieing, your gonna be alright! Stop saying things like that!" he leaned his head against my shoulders and started sobbing.
I gathered all the strength left in my body and patted him on the shoulder "I love you Soda, I really do, make sure Darry knows how much I love him. And I'm sorry"
"Sorry for what kiddo?" he said through muffled sobs.
"Im sorry for.....staining your shirt" and as soon as I said this the world started to fade around me, until it became no more then blackness.
A/N-What do you think? Im not writing anymore. It was just a one page story *grins evily* well...maybe if I get some good reviews Ill make another chapter
