A/N: Good news everybody. I got a new laptop recharger! No more office computers anymore, therefore easier for me to update. Oh how I miss this laptop, I think I'm going to cry…Um, yeah, on with the story.
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I tried not to make it obvious as though I have a problem in front of my brothers, but I can't seem to do that. They've noticed how I didn't eat much in my plate yesterday at dinner and right now in breakfast. I could feel the negative atmosphere as they look at me worried through the kitchen doorway while eating. Obviously, I can't tell them. God knows if whether or not they'll treat me differently or if they'll understand.
"Hey guys," a sudden voice from the screen door said. I turned my head and saw a smiling Two-Bit holding a half-empty bottle of beer.
I saw Darry nodding his head, signaling Two-Bit to go to where he and Sodapop were sitting.
When Two-Bit arrived there, I couldn't hear much, just whispering mumbles. The only thing I was able to hear was 'eaten' and it made me feel my stomach grumble.
"Well," Darry said, "we're off," and with that, he and Sodapop left out the door, leaving just me and Two-Bit in the house.
Two-Bit turned and walked over to me. His smile was now replaced with a sympathetic look on his face. He was leaning in the nearest armrest, eyes meeting mines.
"So," he said, "what's wrong?"
"With what?"
"Well, you haven't eaten much yesterday night or today. Somethin' botherin' you, kid?"
Great, now Two-Bit is getting suspicious. The last thing I wanted was not only my overprotective brothers worrying and possibly getting suspicious, but someone else from the gang.
"No, nothin's bothering me, Two-Bit" I said. I got up from the couch and got into the bedroom. I can't possibly share my situation to anyone, not even Johnny. His relationship with Dallas can change forever.
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I felt flat grass beneath me. I fell asleep in the lot, no doubt. I opened my eyes and saw the gray cloudy sky. I can tell it was going to rain today. I sat up and memory from the previous day sunk into my head. I remembered lying next to a sitting Dally while looking at the stars. I probably fell asleep looking at the stars. Dally went to Buck's, most likely.
Today is now Saturday. A free day and I may be able to go on that date with Ponyboy. I got up, brushed the dirt from the grass off my clothes, and started walking towards the Curtis's house. Luckily, it was too early for Socs to be chasing after us.
When I arrived, I saw Two-Bit on the couch, flipping through channels on the television. He turned away from the television and smiled, "Oh hey Johnnycakes,"
"Hey,"
His smile became a confused face, "D'ya if somethin's wrong with Pony?"
I became baffled at that, "No, why?"
"Well, he hasn't eaten much yesterday in dinner, or breakfast," he said, "He's more quiet, too. I mean, the kid's quiet and all, but more than usual, ya dig?"
I nodded, "I'll go see what's wrong. Where is he?"
"He prob'ly went to his room," he said before taking another sip of beer left on the floor.
I left towards the hallway.
That was odd. Did something happen while I was with Dally yesterday? I remember that in school, he was perfectly fine. He said he understood when I told him about my plans with Dally. He really would understand. He's close to Sodapop as I am with Dallas.
My hand met the cold metal of the doorknob and I turned it sideways. I peeked at the door crack I formed and saw Ponyboy lying on the bed, facing up. His eyes were opened and blinking, so I can obviously tell he's awake.
"Ponyboy?"
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His voice disturbed the silence. His expression tells me that Two-Bit already told Johnny that there's something wrong with me. This is great, just great. Who's next? Steve?
I looked away from the ceiling to look at him, "Yeah?"
He walked towards me and sat on the edge of the bed. Because of the level of his head compared to mines, I sat up and scooted back where my rear meets the pillow.
"Did something happen while I was with Dal yesterday?" His voice was so full of worry, care, and determination.
As I said before, if I tell him what happened, his relationship with Dally could end forever. He will no longer look up at him, wishing to be like him, or admiring his tough exterior that makes everyone respect him. All that will be replaced by hatred. That could be able to happen if I say the magic sentence 'Dally kissed me'. The sentence that only contained three words can make it happen.
My answer to his question was a head shake and a "No, nothing happened,"
"Are you sure?"
This time, I nodded, "Yeah,"
He interrupted my thoughts when his lips made contact with mines while holding my waist. I closed my eyes pleasantly. Our lips released, "Are you sure?"
My eyes opened and saw how close our faces were. I felt his warm breath in my lips. I nodded once again.
His breath departed as I was able to see his whole face. I can tell he wasn't buying it.
"Wanna go somewhere t'night?" he asked me.
I would go anywhere with him. I really would. But ever since what Dally did, I don't know. I don't know anything anymore.
I couldn't say no as I said, "Sure!"
Just then, I heard continuous tapping on the window. I turned my head. It was raining.
"Looks like we're gonna hafta look for a ride tonight, huh?"
Rain. The rain was the precise reason how I met Johnny. The rain was now the reason we should cancel out all outdoor activities, such as going to the Nightly Double.
"I'll go ask Two-Bit if he can drop us off to the theaters," and he left out the door.
This day won't go on well for me. I'll be spending the day with my boyfriend, keeping the biggest secret. I leaned my head back, being lost in thoughts as usual. I thought back to when Johnny and I first kissed in this bed. I remember when we were discussing whether to tell the gang or not. When I would be hesitated to tell my brothers, Johnny was there. Suddenly, my thoughts was corrupted by a sudden image of Dally pinning me on the couch
"…oh now, Pone,"
I stopped all the images in my head and looked up to see Johnny standing by the doorway, "What?"
"I said, we can go now, Pone,"
"Oh, heh, right,"
Two-Bit, Johnny, and I ran passed the pathway and tried to go inside Two-Bit's car quickly, hoping to get the most smallest amount of water on ourselves as possible.
When we arrived at the theater, Johnny and I hardly got any wetter, since Two-Bit dropped us off right by the entrance.
I'm now here sitting next to Johnny, sitting in one of those near-to-first rows with a Pepsi in my hand. I would take real big sips of the beverage when I felt uneasy. I'm hardly paying attention to the film, and Johnny took note of this. He can't pay attention to films like I can. He would try to get into it, but when he sees that I'm not paying attention, he wouldn't see the point. I looked into those dark brown eyes and I can tell that he still wants to know what's wrong.
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A/N: Ah, I want to write more…but darn, I'm so tired and it's so late. Oh well, at least this was a long chapter.
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