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Darry wasn't surprised when we walked came home so late, well at least until he saw that we were soaked.
"Why are you two wet? Go get some dry clothes on before you catch a cold." He demanded.
"Don't you know before you go skinny dipping, you're supposed to take your clothes off? Two-bit chuckled. I couldn't stop myself from slapping him on the back of the head.
"Ow! What was that for?" Two-bit whined like a child. I just rolled my eyes. Pony was blushing and I had to grin back at him.
I got my big blue suitcase out from under Pony and Soda's bed. The laundry I'd started that morning still was wet.
"Pony, got an extra shirt?"
"Yeah," he said and randomly picking one out of his drawer and tossing it to me.
"Thanks." It was his track shirt that said 'Curtis' on the back in large white lettering.
Pony left me to change in his room. My read hair was horribly knotted when I took it down from its typical ponytail. I never left it down, not even when I went to sleep. My mother used to try to convince me to leave it down all of the time, but it always got in my way, constantly in my face. My beautiful red locks were the feature I liked most about myself. My round face and small nose were almost completely covered in light freckles. I wished my eyes were green, then they would complement my hair perfectly, but no, they had to be a bland hazel. Maybe if my eyes were more like Pony's. His eyes were so complicated, they had so many layers that traveled so deep. I could always tell what he was thinking by just letting my eyes meet with his. They were most striking when he was really thoughtful, like when he was gazing into a sunset, they seemed to have a bright strike.
Darry must've told the whole gang about my leaving because I didn't have to say anything about it. For the whole rest of the night, nothing was taken for granted by me. Like how funny it was to see Soda and Steve cheat their way through poker, or how Darry's eyes softened when he looked at me, and the way I could jabber on about anything with Johnny for ages without him caring, of course who could forget Two-bits never ending wise cracks? Most of all, Ponyboy Curtis, I wouldn't spend a second without him beside me. What is there to say about Pony? I guess I'd probably taken his friendship for granted over the years, but I couldn't anymore, and before I went to sleep that night, I thanked God that he had stuck with me for the past 14 years. I knew I could be pretty rough to put up with.
I can't remember much of that night. I can remember watching Soda and Steve wrestling in the middle of the living room floor until Darry called it off complaining of a headache. My form of entertainment was gone after that. That must have been when I realized I hadn't seen Pony for over an hour.
"Hey Darr, Where did Pony go?" I asked.
Darry looked up from his newspaper. "He's outside on the porch."
I nodded and started towards the front door.
"Hey Mattie," he called me back, "I'd give him a minute." I was confused, I was his best friend, why wouldn't he want to be with me? There must have been a hurt look on my face because Darry said, "It's nothin' against you, Ponygirl."
"Mattie, You make a better door than a window." Two-bit shouted between sips of beer. I'd been standing in front of the T.V.
"Sorry, Two-bit."
Sorry it's so short today. I'm sick so I thought I'd update, but I really don't feel like writing anymore. This is a really boring chapter, but it will pick up soon. Please review! I'd like to also know any grammar and spelling mistakes so I can go back and fix them. Thanx!
Darry wasn't surprised when we walked came home so late, well at least until he saw that we were soaked.
"Why are you two wet? Go get some dry clothes on before you catch a cold." He demanded.
"Don't you know before you go skinny dipping, you're supposed to take your clothes off? Two-bit chuckled. I couldn't stop myself from slapping him on the back of the head.
"Ow! What was that for?" Two-bit whined like a child. I just rolled my eyes. Pony was blushing and I had to grin back at him.
I got my big blue suitcase out from under Pony and Soda's bed. The laundry I'd started that morning still was wet.
"Pony, got an extra shirt?"
"Yeah," he said and randomly picking one out of his drawer and tossing it to me.
"Thanks." It was his track shirt that said 'Curtis' on the back in large white lettering.
Pony left me to change in his room. My read hair was horribly knotted when I took it down from its typical ponytail. I never left it down, not even when I went to sleep. My mother used to try to convince me to leave it down all of the time, but it always got in my way, constantly in my face. My beautiful red locks were the feature I liked most about myself. My round face and small nose were almost completely covered in light freckles. I wished my eyes were green, then they would complement my hair perfectly, but no, they had to be a bland hazel. Maybe if my eyes were more like Pony's. His eyes were so complicated, they had so many layers that traveled so deep. I could always tell what he was thinking by just letting my eyes meet with his. They were most striking when he was really thoughtful, like when he was gazing into a sunset, they seemed to have a bright strike.
Darry must've told the whole gang about my leaving because I didn't have to say anything about it. For the whole rest of the night, nothing was taken for granted by me. Like how funny it was to see Soda and Steve cheat their way through poker, or how Darry's eyes softened when he looked at me, and the way I could jabber on about anything with Johnny for ages without him caring, of course who could forget Two-bits never ending wise cracks? Most of all, Ponyboy Curtis, I wouldn't spend a second without him beside me. What is there to say about Pony? I guess I'd probably taken his friendship for granted over the years, but I couldn't anymore, and before I went to sleep that night, I thanked God that he had stuck with me for the past 14 years. I knew I could be pretty rough to put up with.
I can't remember much of that night. I can remember watching Soda and Steve wrestling in the middle of the living room floor until Darry called it off complaining of a headache. My form of entertainment was gone after that. That must have been when I realized I hadn't seen Pony for over an hour.
"Hey Darr, Where did Pony go?" I asked.
Darry looked up from his newspaper. "He's outside on the porch."
I nodded and started towards the front door.
"Hey Mattie," he called me back, "I'd give him a minute." I was confused, I was his best friend, why wouldn't he want to be with me? There must have been a hurt look on my face because Darry said, "It's nothin' against you, Ponygirl."
"Mattie, You make a better door than a window." Two-bit shouted between sips of beer. I'd been standing in front of the T.V.
"Sorry, Two-bit."
Sorry it's so short today. I'm sick so I thought I'd update, but I really don't feel like writing anymore. This is a really boring chapter, but it will pick up soon. Please review! I'd like to also know any grammar and spelling mistakes so I can go back and fix them. Thanx!