HELP ME! FOR THE LOVE OF CAKE HELP ME! I'm stuck in English class my favorite class of all, but I have a substitute today named Mr. White. He keeps on telling us his life story, and telling us if we don't pay attention to his rambling we'll never make it through college. AGH!
I open my notebook, tare out a piece of paper and start drawing on it. I drew a centaur; you know one of those half people-half horse things? After I drew a sketch of one I labeled it "Ponyboy", folded it up, and handed it to Ponyboy Curtis, who was siting next to me.
Pony opened the piece of paper up and started snickering, took out a piece of paper of his own and started drawing.
I starred at the clock for about a minute when I felt a tap on my shoulder. Pony handed me a piece of paper. Drawn on it was a fire with little dots, or ashes I should say, flying out of the fire. He drew an arrow to one of the ashes and labeled it "Ash." Man we must be bored.
That's when the bell rang. Both Pony and me leaped out of our seats and rushed out the door.
"That guys has to get a life! I never thought that class would end it was so boring!" Pony said in a relieved way.
"What are you talking about? I quite enjoyed being lectured on how we won't be able to get through college without knowing every aspect of his family's history," I said sarcastically.
"Well, at least if he's here tomorrow we'll have a test to take instead of listening to him," Pony commented, "Speaking of which, do you want to come over to my house and study for it?"
"Sure, that'd be great," I said. Inside my heart skipped a beat, I've had a crush on Pony for a while now.
Pony and I became friends this year after I joined the track team. I almost did a horrible thing to myself a few months ago, commit suicide. Pony had seen cut marks up and down my arms and was alarmed. After my first race, which I won, Pony told my brother Two-bit about the cuts. Two-bit hurried home to confront me about the cuts and got there just in time before I slit my wrists. It would've been a terrible mistake for me to make, and luckily both Two-bit and Ponboy were there to stop me and help me.
"Hey loser!" I greeted my brother who cocked his eyebrow at me.
"Nice to see you too Ash," Two-bit said, who was our ride home.
"Pony invited me to his house to study," I said.
"Splendid! That's one less trip for me to make so I can save some precious gas!" Two-bit exclaimed.
"Um, Two-bit, that's like less than a block, it won't be that much gas," Pony said.
"Hey gas is gas! The more I save, the less money I spend," Two-bit said a-matter-of-factly.
"Right, as if you work an honest job to earn that money you shoplifter!" I said amused.
"MWAHAHAHA! YES I AM A SHOPLIFTER AND PROUD OF IT!" Two-bit announced so loudly as they reached Two-bit's car that several people turned around to stare at him. I swear, I've got the strangest brother in the world, but I'm proud of it, I wouldn't trade him in for the world.
"Want some cake?" Pony asked me as he, Two-bit, and I walked into his house.
"No thanks, I'm on a diet," I replied.
"Why?" Pony asked me, looking me over.
"It's a girl thing," I replied.
"Girls are weird," He just muttered as he and Two-bit dug into a chocolate cake.
"I've known that for a long time," Two-bit replied.
"Tell me, why do you think that? Is it because our sexuality's are so diverse that you don't even try to understand us girls and think we're only good for one thing, or are you uncomfortable of your own sexuality's and envy us for at least trying to get comfortable with ourselves, and of course we girls are intellectually superior to you boys?" I asked, I've wanted to ask a boy this for quite some time, actually it was more of a statement than a question.
Pony and Two-bit starred at me for a minute when Two-bit said, "Okay, time for you to drop out of school, you're becoming too much of a smart ass."
"Hey, I learned from the best," I said and winked at him.
After Pony had his cake, he and I sat down on the couch and started reviewing Romeo and Juliet, which is what the English test was going to be on. We also had to write an essay about love.
"Do you write your essay yet?" I asked Pony.
"Yeah I did, did you?" He asked.
"Yeah,"
"What was it about?" He asked me.
"Well, I wrote how I believe that everyone has a soul mate who is their destiny. In love, I don't believe there are any mistakes, and when you find the right person you should be with that person forever." I replied.
"Mine was a bit different," He told me.
"How so?" I asked, interested.
"I wrote about how love causes hurt and heartache, and perhaps people are better off without it.
"Ponyboy! That's horrible!" I exclaimed.
"Well, what did you expect me to think? After what happened to Sylvia and Dally and Soda and Sandy, now I'm waiting for Evie to break Steve's heart!" Pony said, defending his point.
"Not all relationships are like that, perhaps they weren't meant to be," I said, referring back to my point of soul mates.
"Soda was crazy about Sandy, he loved her, and what did she do? Move to Florida breaking all connections between them." Pony said.
"Well, I'll prove you wrong," I said, "Love doesn't always cause heartache."
"How?" He asked, doubtfully.
"I'll think of something. I'll think about it tomorrow, tomorrow's always another day!" I declared, using a southern accent when I quoted Scarlet O'Hara from Gone with the Wind.
"You like Gone with the Wind?" Pony asked me, raising his eyebrows and voice.
"Yeah, I've seen the movie three times and read the book," I said proudly. "Why do you ask?"
"No reason," He said quickly, looking back down at his copy of Romeo and Juliet.
Soon we were joined in the Curtis house by Steve and Johnny and later by Soda and Darry. Johnny came and sat down with Pony and me on the couch. I've always liked Johnny; he's a sweet kid.
"Hi Johnny, how are you?" I asked sweetly.
"Fine, thanks," he said looking at his feet. He's always a bit shy when I'm around, but I guess if I had been what he'd been through I'd probably act the same.
Soon Two-bit and I left the house for home. In the car I starred out the window wondering how in the world I was going to prove Pony wrong about love. Two-bit was no good example because each week he has a different girlfriend, my parents are no good either since my dad ran out on my family, Angela recently broke up with her boyfriend Bryon, again, so she was no good either. Pony seemed to have happily married parents from what he's told me about them, but I was unsure if I should talk to him about them since he seemed to still be sensitive about that subject because they died in a car crash, so I couldn't blame him…
"Ash," Two-bit interrupted my train of thought.
"WHAT?!" I asked and jumped, for he startled me.
"What's with you tonight? You've been quiet." He said.
"Oh, just doing some deep thinking," I said.
Two-bit looked at me suspiciously, "Let me see your arms."
I rolled up the sleeves of my shirt. He took a good look at both arms and when he was satisfied that there were no new cuts on the he said, "What are you deep thinking about?"
"Love," I said.
"Is there something you'd like to tell me?" He asked startled.
"No! It's nothing like that! You see for English class we have to write an essay about love, and basically Pony told me his was about how he thinks that love only causes heartache, and I told him I'd prove him wrong. Now I'm just trying to figure out how in the world I'm going to do it." I said.
"Oh, well good luck," Two-bit laughed.
"Thanks, I'll be needing it!" I said, laughing too.
Later that night I was on the phone with Angela telling her about the whole love conversation with Pony when Two-bit walked into my room, handed me a letter, and walked out.
"Maybe you should tell him how much you love him!" Angela suggested.
"That won't work! If he doesn't believe in love than he won't believe that I love him! Oh I got a letter from Sandy!" I said.
"Really?" Angela asked. Sandy had been friends with both me and Angela before she had moved away.
I opened the letter and found a bus ticket to Florida!
"Sandy invited me to Florida!" I exclaimed.
"Really?" Angela echoed herself.
"Oh my, Angela, I know a way to prove Ponyboy wrong!" I said.