Chapter 18: Dummer than Curly? Nah, Man, I Ain't Dumber Than That Greasy Hood

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Ponyboy's POV

Darry wasn't home when I had to get my prosthetic. Soda had to take me to the doctor's, and I couldn't help but feel angry at him. I mean, couldn't he be there for this one thing? It was kinda important, I could use his support.

But the more I thought about it I realized that he needed this time to himself, I think that this was becoming too much.

"How does it feel, Ponyboy?" The doctor asked me, adjusting the prosthetic. I kicked my foot a bit before standing up. He gave me the quick run-down on how to use it, and I tried to walk to the end of the hallway.

"It feels good," I told him. I couldn't believe it. I had two legs again. It was weird for sure, but I felt relieved. Cautious, but relieved.

X

When Pony got home it was about six o'clock. He walked outside and watched the sun disappear behind the houses, feeling lonely and so small compared to the vast sky. He wondered how someone could be so unlucky, how something so life-altering could come out of nowhere. How long can someone so young endure so much? Gold? He wondered.

X (a few weeks later)

"Pony, you up to any visitors?" Darry asked, poking his head in my room where I laid diagonal on my bed, reading 'Gone With The Wind'.

"Who?" I asked curiously, flipping onto my back.

"Jerry, he says," Darry responded.

"Sure. Lemme get my leg." I didn't like the word prosthetic. It had become "my leg". I had taken it off because although it fits like its suppose to it rubs against my nub, and after a while that starts to hurt so when I'm alone it's always off.

"Pony man, wha s'up?" Oh, boy, Jerry. I liked him, but he was even dumber than Curly, if that was even possible, but he always made me laugh. I sat up straighter.

"Hey, Jerry."

X

"Are you sure your ready, Ponyboy?" Darry asked me. I nodded. I needed to go to school, for myself and for my brothers.

"Alright, Ponyboy." He handed me my books. "I'm proud of you."

A/N: And yeah, I did mean to spell "dumber" wrong in the title. :)

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