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~Missy
I hope life isn't a joke, because I just don't get it.
How could've I forgotten? It hasn't even been over a year! The day I met Johnny…
One day, I was walking back from my tutoring lessons with a seventh grader, she was one of the sweetest girls I've ever met. I was thinking of fun ways to teach her our lesson next time, when I saw something on the floor. Most people wouldn't be able to tell at my distance, but I knew right away what it was. A body. Never tamper with things, just call the police, that's what I should've done, but the person wasn't moving, so I dashed to their side,
"Sir! Sir, are you alright!" I gasped, resting his head on my lap. It was a young boy, who was badly beaten. Socs no doubt.
"What's your name? Please tell me," I begged. He couldn't die, well at least not on my lap. These were my favorite pair of jeans… The boy stirred a bit, opening his brown eyes slightly.
"Joh..Joh…Joh…." he tried, his lips quivering. I smiled down at him,
"It's going to be fi-" my head snapped up when I heard sounds. Shoot! The Socs! I had no time to waste, I took off his jacket hastily, and threw it on the grass away from the body, in hopes they would think he ran and left. I grabbed him from under his arms, and began to drag him. Man he was heavy! He hadn't moved more than a foot from where I had found him. The voices came closer, and I dropped him. What should I do? Leave him to die? Or get killed too? "I'm sorry!" I whispered to him, running to hide behind some garbage cans. I made an awful lot of noise with my breathing, so I tried to calm myself down, as my palms got all sweaty. I heard footsteps, and swallowed. I should've tried to help. But I heard panicked sounds, not anger, and the word 'Johnny!' that must've been his name. It wasn't Socs, it was just his friends, and I hid there, not daring to leave, until they had gone.
"I'm so sorry…" I whispered, covering my hands with my face. I would live with that guilt for several months, because of not knowing whether or not he was living.
"I'm sorry…" I whispered to him. He shrugged,
"It wasn't your fault the Socs are the one who jumped me." he answered bluntly.
"Yeah, but I didn't help you…" I mumbled.
"True, but at first, I thought it was an angel, a girl angel." he said laughing. My head whipped around to his,
"Wait, girl?" I asked.
"Yeah, I thought you were a girl at the time… not anymore though!" he said, reddening again. That could only mean one thing… he didn't know. I had been sure he knew me, but he only knew Alexander me, not my true identity. This kind of upset me, I really was hoping he would know, and things would be easier then. I laughed awkwardly with him,
"Oh… I don't mind, really." I assured him. If he thought I looked like a girl then, then that was good enough for me. It still stung what Michael had said about my 'rectangular body'.
"Are you two going to stand there and gossip all day? It's so hot out here, lets go!" Ponyboy complained. I couldn't agree more with him.
Once we got in the house, I decided to stop worrying about what Michael could do, and enjoy the afternoon.
"Johnny, mind running to the store and buying me some pasta, cheese, and tomato?" I asked.
"Sure," Johnny nodded.
"Here let me get the money…" I said, counting how much money I actually had. I knew I had quite a few ones, and one twenty. I counted the ones and ended up with thirty three dollars in total.
"Here, buy me three tomatoes, some cheese - any type, and pasta, the long ones. Lots of them," I said, handing him the twenty. I didn't want to use names of things, since he was a boy, and we all know how confused men can be when it came to shopping… and… cooking… and LIVING! Johnny nodded again, and left the house, with just me and Ponyboy. I silently worried about how I could buy the bus ticket now…
"What are you making?" he asked.
"Spaghetti," I answered.
"Cool! I love spaghetti!" he said. I smiled.
"Me too!" I said happily. He looked at me oddly, shoot, I did it again. Acted like a 'girl'.
"Um, so what do you do for fun 'round here?" I said, in my very funny mysterious tone. Ponyboy shrugged,
"I don't know… play foot ball," Nope, "Uh, hunt for some action, but that's mainly Dally," anything involving that juvenile delinquent is a no, or involving 'hunting for action'. "Oh, and I sometimes play chess with Darry, but since he's not home, that's not often…And no one else enjoys it." he muttered. Hmm, chess…? "Do you have it here?" I asked, deepening my voice slightly. His eyes seemed to get brighter,
"Yeah, do you want to play?" he asked, hopeful. I smiled from my blue baseball cap,
"Yeah man," I answered.
By the time Johnny returned, me and Ponyboy were so involved with the game, it was hard to get dinner started, Pony was a worthy competitor, and I finally had met my match.
"Lets take a fifteen minute break to start dinner," I suggested, Johnny looking like he was about to fall asleep. We got up and stretched,
"Yeah you're right," Pony said turning to walk into the kitchen, with Johnny close to his heels. I was about to follow, but while I stretched, my cap fell off. I gasped, and quickly grabbed it, putting it on my hat,
"Wow, your hair is pretty long!" Ponyboy said. Oh no, he had seen! I blushed,
"Uh, yeah… Been growing it out for a while…." I said, laughing.
"Well I think it's tuff, why don't you ever leave it out?" he asked.
"Er, I'm, the… it's…. mom see it first! I want my mom to be the first to see it!" I stuttered. Ponyboy looked thoughtful for a moment,
"Oh alright then…" he finally said. I sighed,
"Um, mind not telling the guys about this?" I asked nervously, biting my lip. His eyes narrowed in suspicion,
"… Fine… I guess." he said. This wasn't good, he was getting suspicious.
"So, lets get started then…" I said looking at him. He raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything.
"OK, now that the pasta is cooking, lets crush the tomato, and mix it with cheese to make the sauce, alright?" I said. The kitchen had become a lively place with Ponyboy and Johnny helping me cook. I didn't say anything that sounded too feminine, or too disturbing! We all were mixing the tomato sauce, when my right chest started to hurt.
"Ow…" I whispered, rubbing my chest.
"What's wrong?" Ponyboy asked, looking up. I coughed, hoping it could block the pain from my voice,
"Nothing… just… nothing." I answered. I didn't want to burden him with my worries, besides it was just a little chest pain, nothing awful. But what if what Michael had said was true? That I do have a problem with my growing and it's starting to effect my heart? Nah, I'm just overreacting, besides why listening to a guy with a bigger ego than a brain. This makes perfect sense why he's with Trisha. Stupid girl, sick boy (Who happens to have a thing with fifteen year old girls, but lets not get into detail…).
"Alex, is that you?" I heard Darry call.
"And Ponyboy and Johnny!" I shouted back. So this must be how it feels like to be a wife, husband comes home to dinner and happy kids. Why would mom leave this? I never knew the reason she left, so I didn't know if I should be angry at either parents.
"Mmm, this smells good," he commented. I helped back a smile, I was a guy, not a girl, and had to act like one. I started cutting some more cheese absent mindedly.
"So, Darry, I talked to Soda, but I can't leave until next week, is it alright if I stay here…" I whispered, embarrassed. I was asking strangers for a place to stay!
"Of course, were you playing chess?" he asked. I started to blush, chess were for dorks, like me I guess…
"Yeah… I was- OW!" I shouted, the knife slicing into my finger, The blood didn't hesitate to gush out. It was like instincts, my finger flew to my mouth - like a girl-, and I sucked my finger -like a baby.
"Oww…" I said, with my index finger dangling from my lips. First my chest, now my finger? This day was not going well at all. Darry laughed,
"Ponyboy get the first aide kit, Alex calm down, it's just a cut." he said, rolling his eyes.
"Right…" I said, feeling the heat flood my cheeks. I was acting like a child! Darry noticed it too, and looked away, struggling not to laugh.
"Here," Ponyboy said handing me a bandage. I went to wash my hands, looking down, at the red blood. I wanted to cry, I had made such a fool of myself.
"Thanks…" I muttered, wrapping my finger in the bandage. At the same time, I heard loud voices coming from the front door. The gang was here. At least they had missed my baby scene, not only would've died of embarrassment, but just given up the act.
"Hey," Soda said walking in with Steve, Two-Bit, and Dally.
"What's cookin'?" asked Two-Bit. Dally sniffed the air and frowned. Must not like spaghetti.
"Alex taught us how to make spaghetti…" Johnny said smiling. Dally smirked,
"Can't wait to try it then." he said. Must not like my spaghetti. "Well then lets get some plates!" I said.
Dinner was by far the most fun I have ever had in the last three years. We didn't eat at a table like an ordinary family, but we still ate somewhat 'together'. We all sat around the living room, laughing. The conversation drifted around, but I mainly spoke to Johnny and Ponyboy. I felt awful talking to Johnny, I should've helped him.
"… Party tomorrow?" was all I heard Soda ask Darry. Darry thought about it,
"Who's coming?" he asked.
"Just the gang, and Sabrina and her friend, Janie…Janet… or something like that, but we're just going to be hanging out here, that's it." he said casually. Sabrina? The girl from the DX station? For some reason I had a bad feeling about this,
"Sure, but they have to be gone by eleven." Darry agreed. I sighed, focusing on my food, just two girls for the evening. Just a small get together… I tried to put that in my mind, yet it didn't work. I was worried about this 'Sabrina'.
And I was right.
*Sneak peek at next chapter*: What should I do? Kiss her with everyone watching? And if I don't, it could blow my cover! But I didn't want to waste my first kiss on that type of girl! Sabrina tapped her fingers against the floor,
"Hello? I'm waiting!" she said, rolling her eyes. I gulped, I had to this, maybe if I just imagined someone elses face… like a star, or a friend… or Soda… No snap out of it! You do no like Soda, or Johnny, or anyone! I sighed and leaned in, feeling her hot breath close to my face…
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