A/N: A big thank you to my editor Kate (the bane of the world). Emily Krougre is who I want to be, but not really me. I hope you enjoy this! This is my first fanfiction. This is all in the POV of Johnny Cade. 'Tis all!
Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders, I only own Emily. XD
Ponyboy Curtis, light grease in his auburn hair, sat across from me. That fourteen year old boy is still my best friend, and no one in the gang can get that.
I feel a little nervous, and a little sweaty. I don't know why I wore the jeans jacket , into a diner, where they try to cover up the heat. Maybe it was to cover up the nice bruise my dad gave me for my birthday today.
I can't tell the gang when my birthday is. Two-Bit would hit me, playfully, but still hit me. Dally would take me for a drink, Darry would waste money on me that he could be using on the house, Soda would get Steve to pull a prank with him, and Pony won't stop talking about it. I change it every time they ask.
I start moving around a little, then I start rubbing my hands on the rough table top.
"Johnny, calm down." Pony shoots me a look.
I look down and shove my hands in my pockets. Pony slides a red basket with fries in it towards me.
"Eat up if you don't want Steve to call me a pig," he said while cracking a smile.
I look up at the basket and grab a fry. They're a little greasy, so I pop it in my mouth quick. I look down. "A little salty dontcha think?"
He opens his straw and looks down. "I guess I'm a little scared too, didn't pay attention to how much salt I put on."
"Dal will be here soon, he wouldn't lie to us." I say, trying to comfort him.
But he mumbles back, "Speak for yourself."
I lean my back up against the red leather seat, thinking about what I should say. The waitress comes over.
She has brown short curly hair, and the same yellow uniform they always have. But she looks fine and talks like a little girl. Well, she does look like she is seventeen.
"Your total Pony," she says as she blushes and hands him the bill.
"Thanks." He takes the bill gently, looks at it, and sets it down. He then looks back up. "You come back in five minutes, and I'll have it for ya."
"Okay." She giggles and walks away.
"Pony!" I scare him.
"What?" he mumbles back.
"There ain't no reason for you to check her out."
He blushes real hard. "Shut up."
He pulls out his wallet and sets a ten on the bill. I know he got it from Steve to leave him and Soda alone, but I also know that if I ask to see the bill, then he will yell at me. So I don't bother.
"Glory Pony, how do you know everybody?" I ask, while I shoot him a look and raise my brow.
"I go to school," he half smiles again.
"It ain't my fault, mom and dad won't let me," I say back.
"I know, I know," he says while looking down, then at the door.
"I miss Dal too," I say trying to help.
"It's not that," he replies, "I heard he had a surprise for us." He looks back at me.
I study the diner; the mini guitars that hang on the walls, the Elvis guitar clock, a jukebox, and the checkered patterns of the floor and walls.
"Wonder what it is," I say.
"Steve and Soda got first dibs though, cause old Dally always heads to the DX after he gets out of the cooler." He says looking back at the burger half and net of fries.
"Johnny?" I look at him. "Why don't you ever eat?"
I shrug and look at the fries.
"This booth holds four." He smiles.
"Johnny?" I look at him again. "What is-?"
Dal, a tall guy with no grease in his blonde hair, walks in with a doll. She's short, real short, and she's trailing behind him.
I stand up real fast, and get out of the booth. Pony stares at me, then looks at the door. Dal looks back at the girl, and grabs her hand, or wrist tight.
I look at Dally. He has a big smile on his face. Then I look back at Pony. He doesn't smile or move, he just rests one arm on the seat and the other on the table. His eyes give away the excitement.
"Sit here," Dally almost throws the girl in my seat. I jump at the boom of his voice. Then I turn and face her. Her big brown eyes look at me.
She has brown, almost golden eyes. She also has really short, straight, dark brown hair, with light brown streaks. She is dressed in black jeans, and a white, baggy, t-shirt. A cross hangs around her neck on a chain.
Dally throws her his black leather jacket, "Do you ever dress like a lady?" He snorts.
"Nope," she says with a funny voice, while holding her wrist.
"Johnny, you gonna stand there, or are you gonna sit?" I jump ten feet in the air as Dal puts a hand on my shoulder.
"Oh yeah," I gulp, "sorry Dal." I sat, making sure there was a big space between me and the girl.
"Whose your old lady, Dal?" Pony nudges him as he sits.
"I would never date such a pig!" she snaps.
Dally starts laughing. "That's why you were flirting with Soda."
"I was not!" her mouth drops.
"Oh Soda you're so funny! Oh Steve you're so strong!" Dally sits mocking her and dodging her hand.
"Okay, this comes from the guy that wants to do everything he sees!" she mocks back.
Dally drops his jaw and she sticks up her nose. Then she moves closer to me and gives Dally a look. I gulp and take a deep breath.
"This is flirting!" she says to Dally as she plays with my hair. "Hi hunny, what's your name?"
I take a deep breath and close my eyes. I get butterflies. "J….J….Jo…."
"Johnny Cade." Pony cuts me off and I am thankful.
"Well," she smiles. "My name is Emily. What's yours?"
His cheeks get red. "Ponyboy Curtis."
"Emily Krougre, stop it!" Dallas yells at her.
"Why Uncle Dally? It's just getting good!" She twirls her hair and looks back at Ponyboy. "It's a cute name for a cute boy." His cheeks are on fire. "Wanna hang out sometime?"
"Sure," Ponyboy grabs the fries. "You want some?"
"Sure," she giggles and looks at Dally. He gets real mad.
The waitress comes back, and flashes Pony a smile. She takes the money and leaves.
Dally looks at me, "You gonna say somethin' kid? I been in the cooler for months and you can't even give me a hand?" All heads turn and peer at me.
I look at Emily, then across the table at Ponyboy. I fix my eyes on Dally, whose sitting right across from me. I hold out my hand. "How's it goin' Dal?"
Emily looks at me. "Your voice…it's so tough like nails…yet so soft like a kid. Is something bothering you?" She tilts her head as I look down.
"Johnny don't like to talk about it much. Maybe if you were closer to him," Ponyboy says as he looks at her.
She moves closer and I start to sweat a little. I put my hands under the table and rub them together. I'm gettin' real nervous.
She looks at me, and I glance back. Dally looks at her. "He didn't mean it like that!" He says sternly.
"Sorry Dal," she looks back at me, and grabs my face, then turns it towards her. "You can come with me and Pony."
I think that broke me. I get real nervous and I beat it outta there. I don't know where I'm headed, but it seems to be in the direction of the DX. Maybe I can ask Soda and Steve about Emily.