Chapter 2:
I began to eat and look at the morning newspaper. It was dated June 10, 1966. 'Wow! I thought. Now this was real proof that I am somehow in the story.' I wondered how I would get back, but I didn't put much time into it. I just thought about looking around and having a good time. I mean it's not everyday you get to be transported back in time about 60 years and also be put into a story. It seemed more like a dream than reality…
I finished eating and picked up my plate and glass to put in the sink. I then proceeded to wash the rest of the dishes. When I was about half way finished, Ponyboy came in and said, "You don't have to do that, I will."
"No, that's okay. I'm already half way done." I replied.
"No, really, I'll do it. It's my job anyways. I was just waiting for you to get finished eating." He said as he picked up the wash rag off of the sink.
I grabbed the rag out of his hand forcefully. I looked deep into his eyes and said in a slightly deeper voice, "No, I said that I would do it." Realizing how rude I was being and the look in his eyes, I quickly said, "It's the least I could do."
"Fine, Fine" He said. "Have it your way. Your kind of scary looking."
I turned to look at him in the eyes with my mouth open, trying not to laugh. "Well isn't that a very nice thing to say." I said sarcastically.
"No, no! I didn't mean it that way!" He said defensively. "You're pretty. It's just that you can be pretty intimidating."
"Suure." I said teasingly.
"It's the truth. You're very pretty. I even thought so when they brought you in last night." He suddenly stopped and turned red with embarrassment.
I laughed. Then, I grabbed his hand and looked into his eyes again, only this time it was with a sympathetic look. "Ponyboy" I said sweetly. "You're a real nice kid. You don't have to be embarrassed. Truth is, I think you're pretty cute your self."
This only made him turn redder, but he questioned softly, "Really?"
"Yes, really." I assured him. Just then, the front door slammed open and in walked a very funny looking character.
"Well, well. What do we have here?" He said cocking one eyebrow. He reminded me of The Rock when he did that. I quickly let go of Ponyboy's hand and went back to doing the dishes. Two-bit laughed and quickly said, "Hey, Pony. You gonna introduce me to your new 'friend'?"
"Yeah. CoCo, this is Two-bit. Two-bit this is CoCo. Darry and Soda found her passed out over on 14th street last night, so they brought her here."
"Wow, what was a pretty gal like you doing passed out on 14th street? Huh?" He said as he walked over and pulled himself up onto the counter so he could see me better.
"Um, you just sat in a puddle of water." I said laughing.
"Oh, shit." Two-bit said standing up. Ponyboy and I laughed at the site of his behind covered with a sopping liquid. I handed him a towel and smiled sweetly. "You gonna get it off for me too?" He said grinning.
I rolled my eyes and smiled. "No, I'm kinda busy right now, but I'm sure Pony here would be happy to get it off for you."
"No, man! That's totally up to you!" He said to Two-bit as Two-bit walked toward him, towel in hand. I just laughed at the site of two tough looking hoods joke around with each other. I remember Two-bit from the book too. He was supposed to be very funny, and he also took an interest in Marcia. I was anxious to meet Johnny. He sounded very sweet from the book, telling Dally to leave Cherry alone and all. That's one person that I didn't want to meet-Dally. He seemed really mean and dangerous.
"While you are at cleaning your ass, why don't you come over here and help me dry off these dishes." I said demandingly.
"Sure thing, baby" Two-bit said. He walked over to where I was standing, and reached his arm around my stomach. "Excuse me." He said, as he reached for the dish towel. He grabbed it and then "accidentally" bumped me in my chest. "I'm sorry." He said as he looked in my eyes grinning. I just rolled my eyes and continued to do the dishes.
Okay, this story is not actually about me. I am just the narrator, and it is in first person. Just wanted to clarify that. Oh, yeah! Thank you for the reviews! I really appreciate it! Is there anything that you didn't like, or do you have any suggestions on how to make it better? Just tell me!
I began to eat and look at the morning newspaper. It was dated June 10, 1966. 'Wow! I thought. Now this was real proof that I am somehow in the story.' I wondered how I would get back, but I didn't put much time into it. I just thought about looking around and having a good time. I mean it's not everyday you get to be transported back in time about 60 years and also be put into a story. It seemed more like a dream than reality…
I finished eating and picked up my plate and glass to put in the sink. I then proceeded to wash the rest of the dishes. When I was about half way finished, Ponyboy came in and said, "You don't have to do that, I will."
"No, that's okay. I'm already half way done." I replied.
"No, really, I'll do it. It's my job anyways. I was just waiting for you to get finished eating." He said as he picked up the wash rag off of the sink.
I grabbed the rag out of his hand forcefully. I looked deep into his eyes and said in a slightly deeper voice, "No, I said that I would do it." Realizing how rude I was being and the look in his eyes, I quickly said, "It's the least I could do."
"Fine, Fine" He said. "Have it your way. Your kind of scary looking."
I turned to look at him in the eyes with my mouth open, trying not to laugh. "Well isn't that a very nice thing to say." I said sarcastically.
"No, no! I didn't mean it that way!" He said defensively. "You're pretty. It's just that you can be pretty intimidating."
"Suure." I said teasingly.
"It's the truth. You're very pretty. I even thought so when they brought you in last night." He suddenly stopped and turned red with embarrassment.
I laughed. Then, I grabbed his hand and looked into his eyes again, only this time it was with a sympathetic look. "Ponyboy" I said sweetly. "You're a real nice kid. You don't have to be embarrassed. Truth is, I think you're pretty cute your self."
This only made him turn redder, but he questioned softly, "Really?"
"Yes, really." I assured him. Just then, the front door slammed open and in walked a very funny looking character.
"Well, well. What do we have here?" He said cocking one eyebrow. He reminded me of The Rock when he did that. I quickly let go of Ponyboy's hand and went back to doing the dishes. Two-bit laughed and quickly said, "Hey, Pony. You gonna introduce me to your new 'friend'?"
"Yeah. CoCo, this is Two-bit. Two-bit this is CoCo. Darry and Soda found her passed out over on 14th street last night, so they brought her here."
"Wow, what was a pretty gal like you doing passed out on 14th street? Huh?" He said as he walked over and pulled himself up onto the counter so he could see me better.
"Um, you just sat in a puddle of water." I said laughing.
"Oh, shit." Two-bit said standing up. Ponyboy and I laughed at the site of his behind covered with a sopping liquid. I handed him a towel and smiled sweetly. "You gonna get it off for me too?" He said grinning.
I rolled my eyes and smiled. "No, I'm kinda busy right now, but I'm sure Pony here would be happy to get it off for you."
"No, man! That's totally up to you!" He said to Two-bit as Two-bit walked toward him, towel in hand. I just laughed at the site of two tough looking hoods joke around with each other. I remember Two-bit from the book too. He was supposed to be very funny, and he also took an interest in Marcia. I was anxious to meet Johnny. He sounded very sweet from the book, telling Dally to leave Cherry alone and all. That's one person that I didn't want to meet-Dally. He seemed really mean and dangerous.
"While you are at cleaning your ass, why don't you come over here and help me dry off these dishes." I said demandingly.
"Sure thing, baby" Two-bit said. He walked over to where I was standing, and reached his arm around my stomach. "Excuse me." He said, as he reached for the dish towel. He grabbed it and then "accidentally" bumped me in my chest. "I'm sorry." He said as he looked in my eyes grinning. I just rolled my eyes and continued to do the dishes.
Okay, this story is not actually about me. I am just the narrator, and it is in first person. Just wanted to clarify that. Oh, yeah! Thank you for the reviews! I really appreciate it! Is there anything that you didn't like, or do you have any suggestions on how to make it better? Just tell me!
