Hi guys
Hi guys. It's my first Outsiders fan fic! I really hope you like it! I based this story off of a question I asked my friend the other day. I'm blind so it's been bugging me. I thought it'd make a good story. Please send me oogles and oogggles of reviews.
Pony sat watching the sun roll gently from the sky. His mind as it often did, was wandering in to the parts of the brain that are reserved for thoughts one doesn't usually express. What's the sky feel like? He wondered about this while the wind blew softly around him. He decided to ask the gang what they thought.
Upon entering the house he found the gang sitting around the card table playing poker.
A string of "Hi Pony!" rang out as he sat beside Darry.
"Guys, I've got an odd question to ask."
"Oh God!" Dallas moaned. "Pony a baby comes from—"
"No. No! I was wondering what the sky feels like."
Steve rolled his eyes. "The sky's air stupid. It feels like air."
Dallas agreed. "Why would you want to know that anyway? You've got good eyes."
Darry looked puzzled as he pondered the question. "Hmm… I don't know, maybe a pillow? A multicolored pillow."
Two-bit frowned. "Umm… I don't know. You've got one hell of an imagination kid."
Johnny's quiet voice seemed to echo through the silent room as the others waited for his reply. "I think it's like finger paint. I think when God gets bored he paints it with his fingers." His voice seemed to drift like a calm river as he spoke. Pony was glad he'd voiced his thoughts. He himself would never have had the courage to do so. He smiled as he dealt the next hand of cards.
Well there you go. I'm sorry if it's not good. The replies are also based off of some people I asked. I tried to make sure the people were in character and that this was original. What do you think dear reader? What does the sky feel like?
Ps. Johnny's reply was my actual take on what the sky feels like. I'm not real religious and am not saying you should be. There. That clears that up. Enjoy!