Ponyboy's POV
Well, I'll start off by telling you that I'm Ponyboy Curtis. I'm a greaser and I live with my two older brothers. We don't do the horrendous things most greasers do. Darry, my oldest brother works too long and hard to do any of that stuff. Out of the other four guys in our gang Johnny Cade, Two-Bit Matthews, Steve Randle, and Dallas Winston, Dallas is the only one who is truly bad to the bone. Enough about them though, this is where my story begins, the summer of 1966.
It was Saturday, around 6:30 p.m. and the gang and I were sitting around my house, waiting. Steve's cousin who is the same age as me, was coming to town. I vaguely remembered the last time she had visited. I was eleven and the whole gang was playing football. Bridget was a tough, but sweet girl and when she tackled me, it broke my arm. Yep, I remembered Bridget all right.
Steve had gone to the airport to pick up Bridget. He and Bridget were extremely close, more like brother and sister. Actually, Bridget was like a sister to the whole gang. I however didn't like her. She was a scatterbrained girl.Darry had made a chocolate cake to welcome Bridget with. She was gonna be staying with Steve for the whole summer. Great, just great.
"Pony, how come you ain't excited?" Johnny asked. We were all hanging out in the living room. Before I could answer Two-Bit cocked and eyebrow and jumped in.
"He's still sore about getting tackled by Bridget a couple of years ago," I felt my ears get hot with rage.
"Shut your trap, Two-Bit!" I yelled
"Calm down Ponyboy. Two-Bit was only teasing," said Soda and I did calm down because I would do anything Sodapop said. Soda may have been a dropout greaser but he was happy. I wished I could be more like him. Two-Bit slapped me playfully on the back.
"We ok buddy?" he asked. I nodded. Then the front door flew open without a knock. Steve was standing in the doorway grinning from ear to ear. Then, in his best British accent, which was pretty bad, Steve said
"Presenting, Ms. Bridget Randle," Then Bridget appeared and I became wide eyed. She looked way different than how I remembered her. Actually, I was stunned by her beauty. Her caramel hair was cut short and was flipped a little. Her freckles had faded away. Her striking pale blue eyes could be seen a mile away. Wow. I'd actually never really noticed a girl's looks till then.
"Great to see ya Bridget. How have you been?" Darry said offering Bridget his hand. Darry was always the first one to greet a guest cause he knew how to be polite. Bridget ignored the hand and pulled Darry into a great, big, bear hug.
"Darry, you don't need to be so official with me," Bridget laughed. Then she went on greeting people. She even got Johnny to smile. Johnny's smiles were about as rare as snow in the summertime. Dally actually let Bridget hug him. He scowled though. Finally she had made her way to me. She said
"Hi, Ponyboy ," in a voice that made me want to jump on her Then she gave me a hug. When she hugged me my stomach did a little flip. What was this feeling? I wasn't sure if I liked it or not.
Darry had brought out the cake and Steve already had it smeared all over his face. His eating habits sickened me. After we ate Soda suggested a game of poker.
"Bridget can't play, I don't want to take her money," Two-Bit joked. Bridget's face contorted into an angry fashion.
"Oh, I'm gonna play and I'm gonna win," she said. TwoBit shrugged and began to shuffle the cards. I got a lousy hand so I cursed and Darry belted me in the face, not too hard though, just as a warning to watch my language.
In the end Bridget won with a straight in diamonds. You could see the look of "I told you so" in her eyes
"Well guys, I hate to take your money…. But I will," she said. Two-Bit had definitely misjudged Bridget's poker playing abilities
Once everyone went home, except for Dally who was slepping on our couch that night I went straight to my room to think. If I liked Bridget, should I make a move. No. I told myself to forget that flippy feeling. I think the reason was that Dally and the gang had told me hair raising stories about their girls. At least Bridget would be gone by the end of summer.
a/n: sorry its short.the next chapter will be longer. Please review.