A/N: Hey peoples!! :D!! Yes, I am very excited because this is my SECOND Outsiders story!! That's right; I have written another one before this! It's called 'A Dream And A Nightmare' and its by… DUH! ME! If you want to, please check it out. Hope you like this story!!
Just like what taekwondogrl006 did in one of her chapters for her story a brothers devotion, I will list out songs to connect with the chapters for at least this story.
Song for this chapter- I can't find any, it's a short chapter.
I was walking over to where Cherry always parks that sting ray of hers, and as usual, she looked beautiful. Her long, red hair was in two braids, she had a purple spaghetti strap shirt on with a pair black sweat pants, and her shoes were dark blue. She was lounging in the sun, leaning against her car. She could obviously tell I was coming, because when she heard footsteps on the pavement, she looked up.
"Hi, Ponyboy," she said as she waved.
"Hey, Cherry. How's it been?" I asked in reply.
"Oh, fine, I guess…" she trailed off. Something was wrong.
"What's wrong?" I asked her, trying to be a good friend.
"It's Bob… I miss him, Ponyboy. Remember what I told you about your friend, Dallas?" she asked. I nodded. "Well, after he died… I don't think I can ever love again," I could tell my eyes were widening. Never love again? "I can't take another loss like that,"
"Cherry, I've been meaning to tell you something…" I said shyly.
"Oh? What's that?" she asked, her green eyes filled with curiosity.
"I… I…" I stammered. Say it, I thought. Just say it! Before I had the chance to stop, I asked her a strange and idiot question straight up. "Do you like me?" I nearly beat the tar outta myself at that point. Cherry looked surprised for a second, but then became normal again.
"Oh, Ponyboy, didn't you just hear what I said? I said I could never love again, and besides, I'm a few years older. To most people my age, you're just a kid. And you're a greaser and I'm a Soc. Haven't you even heard about what's been going on lately?" she answered and ended with a question.
I forgot to mention, ever since the hearing, the Soc's have been ganging up in groups up to ten people and getting revenge on us greasers for killing Bob and being let go for it and for beating them in the rumble. So far though, it's only been the weaker ones they've been jumping. They're even jumping girls and other innocent people not in gangs just to prove they're not scared to bring us down. It was dangerous doing what I was doing just being alone in the open like that. But I figured I was safe with a Soc as popular as Cherry.
"Oh, okay…" I said, trying to hide the sadness I felt but not being very good at it.
"Ponyboy, I don't want to hurt your feelings or anything. Can we just be friends, please?" Cherry asked softly, her eyes soft and sad as he touched my shoulder very lightly.
"Yeah, let's try that," I said, trying to cheer me and her up. I hate seeing girls cry.
"Thanks, that really means a lot to me," she told me with a smile.
*****
At home that night, I could hardly sleep. I kept thinking about what Cherry said. I don't think I can ever love again, were her words. I was also thinking about her reminding me about the jumping. I sure didn't want to get jumped. I was awful scared, and Soda, being Soda, sensed this.
"Somethin' wrong, Ponyboy?" he asked me drowsily.
"Well… Soda, it's just that I'm scared about the Soc's jumping the greasers all the time lately. I don't want to get jumped," I said, shaking a little from fear and the cold. Soda knew me and how to get me to calm down again and put his arm around me and talked to me in a drowsy but soft voice.
"Look, I'm invitin' the gang to lunch tomorrow. We'll all be safe together, so just calm down, okay? You're shakin' like heck," he said.
"Okay, I'll try to calm down a little. Thanks, Soda," I thanked him.
"And besides, you don't have anything to worry about yet. You're not one of the weak greasers, you're one of the strong ones," he reassured me.
"Really?" I asked him, not to convinced.
"Yup. You were rockin' like Elvis Presley out there in the rumble with the Soc's," he answered as he gave me a playful punch on the shoulder.
"Thanks a lot, Soda," I thanked him again. We then went to sleep with his arm around my shoulder making me feel safe.
*****
At lunch the next day, we went to The Dingo to get some Coca Cola and burgers and more of the usual. We were inside when I noticed a Red Mustang drive into the parking lot. What were they doing this far east? I was soon to find out.
"Uh, guys, there's a Mustang out there, and I don't like it one bit," I said, trying to talk over their thunderous voices. When they heard me, they looked outside with me and I could hear Darry whisper 'I don't like it either,' through clenched teeth.
"Maybe we should check it out," Soda said as we turned back to eachother. Before any of us had the chance to say 'yes', we heard a yelp from outside.
"Help! Anybody, help me!" as soon as we heard that, we ran outside in two seconds flat.
A/N: Soo?? Did you like it, did you like it, did you like it, did you like it?? Please, please, please, please, please, PLEASE remember to R&R!! I love getting reviews, but please be careful, 'cause I HATE flames!
