Ok here is the next chappie. This one is a little short. The next one will be longer. Thanks everyone for reading. Please don't forget to review.
I don't own The Outsiders
Pony and I were going to the Dingo, but we wanted to stop by the records store on the way. Pony wanted to buy some records. So we stepped into the store, and Pony went to the rock section right away. I followed him. I didn't really have any money to buy any records. All of the sudden I got an urge to steal. I wondered how Two-Bit felt when he did it. I asked Pony to turn around, so he blocked the clerk's view, and quickly hid a few records I liked under my shirt. Pony was looking at me like I had a horn coming out of my head, but said nothing. I motioned for him to get whatever he wanted. He picked one record, and I took it from him and hid it under my shirt also. Then we left the store. The clerk shot us an unfriendly look since we didn't buy anything, but he sure had no clue that we lifted a few records.
We left the store, and as soon as we turned the corner Pony got in my face. "What'd you do that for? We could've just bought them."
"We could," I replied, feeling a rush of excitement from what I've just done, "But it's more fun this way. Besides, I didn't have any money."
"I could've gotten them for you." Ponyboy protested, sounding frustrated.
"Like I said it's more fun this way."
"Whatever has gotten into you lately?" Pony said running his fingers through his hair. "It's like you are acting so different. Like you are not yourself."
"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to sound surprised, while in reality I knew what he meant, and I liked the new me much better than the always scared me. I liked the confident me, the proud me, me that could start fights and shoplift records. I liked how I felt braver, tougher and like I didn't care what would happen. I felt like I was becoming more like Dally and I really, really liked that.
"It's like, I don't know," Pony said, "you picked a fight the other day, and now you are stealing..."
I retrieved the records from under my shirt, handing them to Pony proudly. I liked how I felt such a rush of excitement from what I've just done.
"We could've gotten caught," Pony said frustrated.
"But we didn't," I laughed at him, "We wouldn't get caught, 'cause I know what I'm doing," I laughed at him again.
"Jees," Pony said, "It's like I don't even know you anymore."
"I don't know what you are talking about," I tried to calm him down.
The rest of the way to the Dingo we walked in silence. Finally, Pony seemed to calm down a little and he started talking to me again. We ate at the Dingo and then he went home, and I went to the lot. Only I didn't tell him I was going to the lot. I lied again that I was going to the junk yard where he thought I was staying these days.