Ok, here is chapter 2. Once a week just like I promised =). Thank you to all who is reading, reviewing, favoriting and following. Enjoy and leave me a review=)
The next day I followed my daily routine. I got home, got a pepsi, didn't eat, took 5 aspirins for my headache, and went to my rom. On the way to my room, I saw a pile of dishes in the sink. It was my turn to do the dishes, but I just couldn't bring myself to doing that. Instead, I went to my room and locked the door. I felt exhausted both physically and mentally. I was in bed, trying to fall asleep, and hoping I won't have a nightmare.
Gradually, I drifted off to sleep. I saw the weirdest dream ever. I dreamt that I was sitting in my bed, when Johnny appeared in front of me. He was able to walk, and he was wearing a long, silk white robe.
"Hi Ponyboy," he greeted.
"Hi," I replied.
"I'm sorry," he said then, sadness in his voice.
"For what?" I asked confused.
"For leaving you. I really am sorry, but I had to go."
"It's all right," I said, "I understand."
"I don't want you to worry," he continued, "I'm ok here, I'm safe and happy. I want you to start living again, and in return I'll watch over you. You'll see," Johnny said with a mischievous grin, "things are going to get interesting and fun, but promise me you are going to start living again. Dally is here too. We'll watch over you."
"Ok," I nodded in agreement.
"I have to go now," Johnny said.
"But I don't want to say good-bye," I mumbled, feeling tears rolling down my cheeks.
"It's not good-bye," Johnny said, and he looked a little sad, "it's not good-bye," he repeated, "I promise."
I was going to say something, but then I woke up. I gasped for air, looked at the picture of the gang and started crying. I wished so desperately that this dream was true. I cried sitting in my bed God knows for how long until I was all cried out. Then I was just sitting in my bed, sipping my pepsi.
Finally, I heard the door open, and Darry get in. Shit, the dishes, I thought, and hoped to God he was not going to give me another lecture. I wouldn't be able to take it just then.
"Hey Pony," he yelled from the kitchen, and every muscle of my body tensed up.
"Thanks for doing the dishes. I knew you'd come around after we talked yesterday, thanks buddy, I really appreciate it."
"But …," I started, getting out of my room, and going into the kitchen, where I saw the clean dishes stacked neatly on the counter. I looked at the dishes confused. Did I do them before I went to sleep and forgot about it? That must be it, and yet I remembered passing by the dirty dishes on the way to my room. I must be losing it completely, I thought, if I am unable to remember if I did something or not.
Darry in the meantime was looking at me with a happy grin. "Way to go little buddy," he said. "I'm going to start dinner. Come back to eat in about half an hour."
"Ok," I said still confused, and went back to my room. I stared at the photo again. I wished so much that my dream was true.
By dinner Soda got home too, and Darry told him proudly that I did the dishes. I had to eat something for Darry's and Soda's sake, but I was still thinking about my dream during dinner.