I woke up to the sound of shattering glass and yelling.
"You pushed me into that vase! Now you're gonna' get it!" A boy yelled.
"You pushed me first!" Retorted another boy.
"Ya'll be quiet!" Said a third voice, deep and commanding. Both boys stopped yelling and it got quiet again. "The girl's still sleepin'"
Where was I? I tried to think back to the last thing I remembered. The Socs, the Greasers running them off, one of the Greasers picking me up, I must be at one of their places.
I was still only half-conscious, about to fall back asleep, when I moved a little and pain ripped up my side. I moaned in pain, I must have broken a rib. My entire body seemed to ache. There was no way that I was going to be able to sleep again.
My eyes fluttered open, and the first thing that I saw were two Greasers looking down at me with worried faces. One was movie-star handsome, with dark-gold hair combed back with grease and laugh lines on his face. The other one looked 20 and 40 at the same time. He was buff and real muscular, and he had a worried look on his face.
I tried to sit up, but my stomach was still smarting and I only got half way up before the muscular gently pushed me down.
"Careful there," He said. "You've been out for about a day." I groaned again and closed my eyes. My dad was going to kill me for being gone a day.
"Are you okay?" Asked the muscular one. He had taken my groaning to mean I was in pain. I wanted to tell him I had been hurt worse than this plenty of times. Still, it did hurt.
"Ya'll have any Aspirin?" I asked. No one said anything, but the movie-star like one did get up and come back with some Aspirin and some water.
"Hey, I'm Darry, by the way," said the muscular one. "And that's Soda." He pointed to the movie-star looking one.
"I'm Steve," shouted another boy, who was picking up broken vase pieces.
"I'm Johnny," said a timid voice. I started; I hadn't realized anyone else was in this room.
"Hey, I'm Scar," I said. "I need to get home." All I could think was, I have to get up before my parents wake up. I stood up fast, and the world started to spin. My legs buckled and the muscular one- Darry- caught me. He placed me back on the couch.
"You ain't goin' nowhere, you can't even stand up," laughed Steve. I glared at him, but he just smirked.
"He's right, you can stay here until you've healed," said Darry. I would've fought, but darkness overtook me again.
When I woke up again, I was still on the couch, but a lot of other boys were surrounding me.
"She's awake!" yelled one with sideburns. "I'm Two-Bit." He said cockily.
"Ponyboy," said a boy who looked about Johnny's age.
"Dally" said another boy, who wasn't quite as muscular as Darry, but looked like someone you didn't want to mess with just the same. Instead of saying hi, I tried to get up again. The world spun again, but I didn't fall to the floor this time.
"Scar," I said, and then walked out the door. I wasn't expecting anyone to follow me, but someone put their hand on my back. I turned around to see Darry standing there. I thought he was going to say something about me not being well enough to go home, so what he said surprised me.
"If you ever need a place to crash, my door is open." He was crazy, inviting a stranger to stay with him. All he knew about me was my name.
I nodded in acknowledgement, but scoffed in my head. I didn't need any charity. I turned and walked away.