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This chapter is in the point of view of Ponyboy.
"We weren't fighting Soda, I- Darr-" I paused, looking down as he and I continued walking.
"You sure could'a fooled me" he whispered.
"Soda" I mumbled, stopping him from walking further as I lifted up my pinkie. "I promise" I gained a smile from him as he hooked our pinkies together.
We took our time walking home together, besides I wasn't exactly in a hurry to go home anyway.
"Why were 'ya crying this morning. Did Darry say something"
"No" I said simply. "He didn't say 'nothin" I didn't want him to know and he didn't push me for an answer, he just shrugged his shoulders and gave me a small smile.
"Ya know Pone" he said as our house came into view. "If you need to talk I'm always here, you know that" he looked thoughtful for a moment. "Even Darry is here for you, even though you may not think so. He has been through a lot. He isn't the same Darry he used to be before momma and dad died. He had to grow up so fast so he could keep us all together." By now, we were in front of our house, you could hear the sound of a fight breaking out and glass shattering.
"Two-bit, Steve, stop goofin off an clean up that mess before someone steps in that" even right now I wasn't so sure if I was ready to go inside and face Darry.
"I'm 'gonna go to bed" I said pushing the door open, hoping to god that Darry wouldn't hear or see me.
"Ponyboy Curtis!" Two-bit called picking me up, of course gaining Darry's attention.
"Put me down Two-bit" I growled, trying my damn hardest to wiggle out of his iron like grasp. But to no avail. "Put me down, you dick head" Finally, he did, he stared at me too, along with Darry, Steve, Sodapop and Johnny; I wasn't exactly notorious for swearing like that. I left the lounge room and slammed my door shut.
"Ponyboy Michael Curtis, don't you dare cuss, especially not like that" Darry hollered opening with so much force that it slammed into the wall. "Ever again"
"Don't tell me what to do! You're not dad, now get out!" he stood there which angered me even more. "Just get out right now! I don't want you in here!"
"I might now be dad, you little shit. But I'm the closest thing you have to one right now. And don't you dare even think to speak to me like that, do you understand me?" he got up and shut the door, the house in an awkward silence.b "Listen Ponyboy. You may not want to talk, but I want you to listen, okay?"
"Yes" I nodded, sitting awkwardly on the edge of the bed, my fingers playing with a loose string on my shirt.
"I'm sorry for walking in on you this morning, yeah, I should've knocked." My eyebrows furrowed together confusedly. (Awhile back I heard it was wrong, it was a sin and if you did it, you'd go to hell)
"I... I- um... have these strange dreams that make my-" My face flushed as I tried to look anywhere but at him.
"Your penis gets-"
"Yeah" I quickly finished before he could finish the rest of the sentence.
"And your underwear get sticky?"
"Yes, I'm... I'm so confused... why does-"
"It's called a wet dream, little buddy, that sticky stuff is called semen. When you have a certain type of dream your penis gets hard and semen starts coming out. But it's not always just dreams. It could be seeing a pretty girl walking by, or thinking about something or someone. It's natural, Pony"
"So it's not wrong to do it"
"No it's apart of growing up. I went through it, even Sodapop did-" the door opened and in came Sodapop, shutting the door behind him.
"What'd Sodapop go through now?"
