Chapter 7: Stand in the Rain
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Ponyboy's POV
"I can't look at you! Get out," Darry yelled at me loudly. I felt hurt and slipped out the door, into the rainy night. The chilly night air bit at my skin, making me shiver. I don't have a coat on and the rain is freezing.
I'll be lucky if I don't die of pneumonia, I thought. I knew I couldn't stay in the lot; I really would die of pneumonia, but where could I go? Steve's dad won't take to an extra house guest too kindly, but maybe Two-Bit? His Mom will let me stay there and I'll just lie to him as to why.
I started walking towards Two-Bit's house; it's just under six miles there. By time I get there I can't feel my legs, and I'm coughing. He doesn't look very happy when he answers.
Two-Bit's POV
There's an obnoxious taping at the door that aggravates my headache.
"What?" I bark when I open the door, but stop short when I see Ponyboy. He's drenched in rain and shaking like a leaf; his breathing is slightly shallow and wheezy.
"What are you doing? Get inside," I tell him firmly. I throw him a towel and he takes it and wraps it around himself.
"I-I got l-l-locked out of t-the house and D-Darry ain't h-home," he lied. I knew he was lying because Steve came by today and told me about what had been happening, making me promise not to tell anyone that I knew.
"C-can I s-stay here?" he asked in a tentative voice.
"Of course," I tell him and he smiles gratefully.
I grab him some of my clothes to change into; they are a little, okay, a lot bigger, but they were dry.
"Blankets are on the top shelf," I told him.
"Alright. Thank you, Two-Bit." Pony said with a small smile.
I encouraged him towards the couch, to where he quickly lied down, getting himself comfortable.
"Goodnight," Pony whispered. His voice is kinda hoarse, I noted.
"Night kid," I told him and head back to my room.
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When I woke up and walked into the living room, I saw the blankets were folded and put away and there was a note on the couch.
Two-Bit,
I went home, but thanks for the couch. The blankets are all put away. Come over for breakfast when you get up. I took a few aspirins and left two next to this note for your hangover. You reeked of beer last night.
Ponyboy Curtis
I laughed at the note for two reasons. One, who else would write me a note; did he really have to sign it? And two, the aspirins; I must have been really drunk.
After taking the aspirin and taking a shower I headed over to the Curtis's. Ponyboy was at the kitchen table doing his homework and Darry was nowhere in sight. Figures, but I was going to confront him eventually.
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Aufenthaltd Gold,
~Alee