Authors note- sorry I haven't updated in a while but these summer days are beautiful! I was also having so much trouble with how the story would go, and I still don't know! Well I hope you enjoy and I know I'm not an expert writer and everyone makes mistakes!
Disclaimer- I do not own the outsiders or any of its characters! Only my own!
Ponyboy's POV:
You know that feeling you get in your stomach when you can tell that someone, or something, is watching you? Well if you haven't, you don't want to; you get uncomfortable and scared out of your mind. I felt like that as I was fake sleeping on the hard concrete. If you ask me, the ground is not as comfy as your own bed. Something rustled next to me and my eyes shot open. My heart felt like a ton of bricks were pounding inside my chest. I got up slowly, hesitating just before I opened my mouth.
"w-who's there," I stuttered and cursed at myself for sounding like a big coward.
The rustling happened again and that time it made me jump another foot in the air. I stood up and moved towards the noise, regretting it every step I took. The noise stopped suddenly and my footsteps followed.
I sighed in relief when a tiny chipmunk popped out of its hiding spot. That made me realize I really need to calm down, or I'm going to lose it. When I tell myself not to think about it, it pops right back into my head. I groan loudly and close my eyes, wishing, desperately to go home. I want to go to my run down, beat up house that I call home. It sounds nice to go to my bed and sleep so I don't have to stay up for any more of this nightmare.
I started pacing in front of an old abandoned building, debating if I should go back. If I went back though, they would for sure send me to a dumb boy's home where I would rot for two years inside its prison doors.
Why did they think Darry isn't a good guardian? I mean, he's nineteen and I guess that's a little young to be in charge of two teenage boys, but I disagree. Even though it would seem like he can't stand me, I can tell he loves me. My thoughts were put on hold when another gust of freezing cold wind blew in my direction. My teeth were chattering so hard I wouldn't be surprised that people a couple blocks down could hear me.
I heard Police sirens go of in the distance and wondered if they were looking for me. What would they think of me when they found me, standing here staring off into space, deep in thought. Would they find me troubled, or just plain weird?
When the sirens got seemingly closer, I started to panic. I mean I really don't want to get picked up off the street and dragged home. I probably don't have much time at home till they take me anyway.
Five guys were suddenly visible down the street. They looked fuzzy from where I was standing, and I wondered why they were here. They started walking towards me, their heavy feet pounding on the ground as they walked. The one in the front pointed at me, and then turned around to the other guys and laughed. When they got much closer that I could see what they looked like, my heart started pounding. Two of them were wearing madras shirts; the others were wearing sweater vests. That could only mean one possible solution that I didn't like, they were Socs. This can't be good.
Darry's POV:
After Ponyboy's unexpected dart from the courtroom, the police was summoned. They were going to look for him so he could go home with us for a little while. Personally, I didn't see the point, since he was going to be taken away from me anyway.
The judge told me and Soda to go home and wait for either a call, or to see if he would come back. I agreed with no hesitation, and turned to Soda. He was staring at the ground and reminded me of a dead person. I put my hand on his shoulder reassuringly and guided him toward the court exit. He hesitated for a fraction of a second, and then seemed to pop back to reality.
The Chilly afternoon hit me as soon as we got outside and I shivered. White and blue flashes of light from the cop cars blinded me and Soda as we tried to find my car.
When we finally found our car through all the people and reporters who were swarming like bees, I remembered what was waiting for us at home with the big news. The rest of the gang. I moaned, knowing that they would try to comfort me and Soda, but I knew nothing would work.
We drove all the way home, never speaking or looking at each other once. I kind of like it this way, it made me think of a way out of this crap hole. It didn't really get me that far though, I kept thinking of bad outcomes to every idea, making me cringe.
When our small house was visible, my heart started racing. How was I going to break the news to them, by coming straight out or gradually telling them? I decided I would know when we went inside.
I walked up to my door and shuddered while silent chills coursed through my body. The door creaked as I opened it and when we walked in, four familiar faces shot up in unison. Johnny, Dally, Two-Bit, and Steve's face turned to shock as they processed the looks on me and Soda's face. I could tell they were thinking the worst of what happened.
"Where's Pony?" Johnny's mouth was the first to move. Soda and I looked at each other and sighed. I told them the whole story, trying not to leave out any important details. As soon as I was about to tell the bad news at the end, the phone rang, interrupting me.
Ponyboy's POV:
The Socs didn't seem to hesitate as they stumbled toward me. The front guy seemed to excite them and get them ready to beat up an innocent kid like me. Two of them held bottles which I could tell were alcohol and they were sharing it with the rest of them, which meant they were drunk. They could probably kill me right now.
"Hey, you're the kid Eric tried to beat up right?" the kids voice sounded lower then you could expect to come from a smaller kid then the rest. I was too scared to say anything so I just nodded.
"Ha! He's scared of us," the kid yelled and laughed. The others looked at me and laughed with him. That started to make me angry, like they were putting in coal to start the fire inside me.
"Well your stupid brothers aren't here to save you now, are they," he kept taunting me. I could feel my face getting hot with anger and I started getting brave. I quickly got to my feet and narrowed my eyes.
"You think you can beat us? Well grease, there's five of us against one of you." His entire gang behind him was laughing hysterically. I saw my hand fly up behind me and jet forward, knocking the kid in front. My fist hit his nose with a sickening crack and he flew onto his back. The rest of the guys seemed to stare at me in shock. I didn't hesitate, I attempted to bolt away, but one of the guys grabbed my shirt and threw me on the ground.
"You're dead meat," was the last thing I heard before I was knocked out unconscious.
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