AN: before you yell at me, I know it's short, but I have school tomorrow and Im supposed to be doing homework right now and its after my sleep time!! Poor excuse but true nonetheless... Please read and enjoy!! :)
Disclaimer thingy... No I don't own it, stop making me say it!!
"Well Johnny, do you mind if I sit down?" He nodded slightly to the chair set beside his bed.
"A Greaser, huh?" I looked at his greasy hair, and his face…. But he didn't give off that vibe of hard gang member….
"Yeah. Me and my friends, we're all Greasers," he said quietly. I just raised my eyebrows a little.
"So tell me about your friends. Who's your best friend?" I asked, genuinely curious. Maybe I could figure out why he was so different if I knew who his friends were.
He looked at me, a mixture of his own curiosity and questions in his brown eyes. I bet people didn't ask him questions like this everyday, and I must be coming off as odd.
"You don't have to if you don't want to. I was just wondering..." I didn't want to pressure him. The last thing I wanna do is make him uncomfortable.
"No, it's not that. It's just trying to put them into words. They're an odd bunch of guys." He smiled just a little at that, as though caught in a memory of some sort.
"Ponyboy. I guess you could call him my best friend."
"Ponyboy? That's a different name. I bet he has interesting parents." I meant it in a good way, but his face clouded, and I wondered what I had said. Then it struck me.
"They're gone, aren't they." It was a statement more than a question, but he nodded anyway.
"I'm sorry." He looked up at me, and I couldn't read the emotion that flashed through his eyes.
"It's not your fault." We just sat there and looked at each other for a few minutes.
"So Ponyboy, you say? What's he like?" I asked when we broke the gaze.
"Well, he likes books, all sorts a books. He likes to learn-even skipped a grade in school, he enjoys it that much. I'm bettin he gets a job as a writer or something and gets outta here. Outta Tulsa, maybe even Oklahoma." He looked at me and I could see sadness and admiration.
"He's a good kid, even if he doesn't have enough common sense to put on a jacket…" I smiled at him and he returned it.
"His brother Darrel doesn't seem to like him much though. But I guess he just worries about him and stuff because he don't want him and Sodapop sent to a home. Pony doesn't always give him enough credit for what he does."
"So is Darrel the oldest then?"
"Yeah, Darry's only twenty, but he seems a lot older sometimes."
"What about Sodapop?" That was an interesting name too…
"All the girls really dig him." I raised my eyebrows but he continued,
"He's a real good brother to Pony, always trying to watch out for him and stuff."
"They sound like a close family. And good friends to have too." He was quiet for a minute, but then he smiled.
"Have you ever watched a sunset before?" I was a little taken aback by the question. After a few minutes I answered,
"Yeah…" I smiled a little sadly, "When we were younger my brother and I would always go and climb this big tree that I like to read in sometimes, and watch the sun go down and the sky turn colors." I looked down at my lap before I looked back up at Johnny's face.
"Pony'd like you. I bet you and him would get along great…"
"Maybe I'll get the chance to meet him sometime."
AN: Yeah, like I said it's short... Sorry! Please review though. It give me a reason to update faster!
LBW
