I wanted to say that the part about Two-Bit in the beginning of the last chapter is dedicated to my friend Rachel. Her favorite character is Two-Bit, and some times she acts like an idiot(I call her that, but just for fun) I put that part in because the day that I wrote that, Rachel and I were just hanging out, and she all of a sudden stubbed her toe. She knows that it's her that I'm talking about in the story. Thank you Rachel, for the inspiration! Also, I do not own the outsiders! (Even if I'm very obsessed with it) and Rachel is obsessed with the Jonas brothers!
I woke up, and I realized that I was in my bed. I could see that it was a little dark outside. I looked over at the clock and figured out it was 6:30 pm. No wonder its dark out; I slept almost the whole day!
My leg felt kind of weird, and when I looked under the covers, I realized that it had some gauze wrapped around it.
I heard some noise, and I thought that it was coming from the living room. I heard footsteps coming down the hallway. The door opened, and Darry walked in.
"Hey, Pony." He said, coming to sit down on the bed by me.
"Hi," I said, "Did you wrap my leg up?" I asked.
"Yeah, a little while after you fell asleep." He said.
"Do you think I could get up?" I said wondering if he'll let me with a sprained leg.
"Sure, but I'll be right here to help ya if you need it, ok?" he said, standing up and letting me have my space.
I sat up easily, and then turned so my legs were touching the floor. I stood, but when I put pressure on my leg, I started to fall. Darry quickly caught me before I hit the ground.
"Want me to help you, baby?" he said.
I nodded, and he put his arm across my shoulders, and I leaned into him a little bit. He helped me through the door, and down the hall. We came into the living room, where the whole gang was. Everyone turned their heads to look at us.
"Hey, Pony" Was heard from everyone.
"How ya feeling, Pone?" said Soda, being my concerned big brother.
"My leg hurts pretty badly." I said, admitting the truth.
"Hey, Pony, come sit over here." Johnny said moving over on the couch, where he and Dally were sitting. Soda and Steve were on the floor, and Two-Bit was sitting on the arm of the couch on Dally's side. Darry led me over to the couch, and I carefully sat down, not wanting to hurt my leg anymore. Darry went and sat in his armchair.
"Ponyboy, you hungry for dinner?" asked Soda. I was feeling a little hungry, so I nodded. I tried to make a move to stand up, but Soda just said, "Don't worry Pony; I'll get it for ya." He got up and you could hear him moving around in the kitchen, putting something in the microwave and heating it up.
About a minute later, Sodapop came in carrying a plate of chicken and vegetables. He handed it to me, along with a fork and knife. I smiled up at him in thanks, and got a smile back from him. Sometimes, I don't know what I'd do without my big brothers. Soda went and sat down in his original seat. As I started to eat, I noticed everyone watching me, and it made me kind of uncomfortable.
"Guys, relax, I'm fine. You don't gotta keep staring at me." I said. This made everyone look away and Two-Bit suggest we watch some TV. He turned it on, and started watching it. Darry got out his paper and started reading. Soda, Steve, and Dally began a poker game, while Johnny and I talked.
"Johnny, I'm sorry that you came with me to the park. If I didn't tell you to come, you wouldn't be involved in this and wouldn't have gotten hurt." I said, feeling very guilty about everything.
"Pony, don't worry about it. It's just because we're greasers, and because of what happened at the movies. You couldn't do anything to change it." Johnny said, with sincerity in his voice. I smiled at him, realizing I didn't have to feel guilty.
After awhile, the gang started to leave. I was starting to get tired, anyway. I got up, with Darry and Soda both shooting looks of worry at me.
"Guys, I'm okay, stop worrying." I said, looking at them. I started to walk (and kind of limp) to the room Soda and I share, feeling Soda's and Darry's eyes not leaving me for a second. I walked into our room, got out some sweat pants and a T-shirt, and got changed. I then walked to the bathroom, and brushed my teeth.
I went back to my room and got into bed. After a few minutes, Soda came into the room, pajamas and all. All of a sudden, I sneezed.
"Bless ya, Pone." He said to me.
"I'll be fine." I said, and Soda looked at me kinda funny, confusion and amusement on his face.
"In Math class one time, Mr. Ford, our math teacher was explaining something to us, when one of the kids, Paul, sneezed. Some people started saying 'bless you' and everything, and Mr. Ford just said 'He'll be fine.' Because I think he was kinda mad that some people were getting sidetracked. So now, we always say that whenever someone sneezes." I said, finishing off the story.
Soda just smiled and got into bed. He threw an arm around me, and I turned around so I faced his chest. I snuggled closer to him, and his arm tightened around me.
"Night Soda." I said, my voice being muffled from his shirt. "Night baby." I heard him say back. I quickly fell asleep.
The part with Mr. Ford and Paul actually happened, and was pretty funny. We all say that after someone sneezes. It's more of an inside joke, but it's still funny!
