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On the bus ride home, Sandy and I passed time singing songs from the latest Marilyn Monroe movie, talking about some strange reoccurring dreams we've both had, and discussing politics. Actually, we didn't discuss politics, I was just making sure you're paying attention. Somehow I manage to let it slip that I have a crush on Ponyboy.
"Oh, that is so cute!" Sandy squealed as I buried my face in my hands.
"Shut up!" I snapped, my voice muffled. I was trying to hide the fact that I was blushing.
"There's nothing wrong with that Ash! That is so sweet! I think you'd be cute together!" Sandy told me, but it didn't help. Hey, I'm kind of shy about that subject. "I swear I'll set you too up!"
"Don't!" I groaned.
"Oh come on Ash! Why not?" She asked.
"Because, I only want him to ask me out if he really likes me, not because one of my friends set me up with him."
"Hypocrite," Sandy muttered.
"I am NOT a hypocrite!" I said, "Soda asked you out on your first date because he liked you, I never set you up!"
Sandy and I spent the rest of the bus ride home arguing the fact if I was a hypocrite or not. I won the argument, although I wouldn't call it an argument because we were laughing the whole way through it and making silly remarks to support our point that had nothing to do with the subject.
"Oh yeah, well I say I'm not a hypocrite because I'm wearing shoes!" I said.
"Oh, okay then, you win!" Sandy cried as dramatically as she could.
"That had to be one of the strangest arguments I've ever been in," I laughed.
Just then we both felt the bus stop. We looked out the window and saw we were home.
"Home!" Sandy sighed happily.
"Is where the heart is!" I told her, finishing a phrase I had seen on a doormat.
"That's the truth!" She said.
Sandy and I made our ways back to my house. As usual no one was home because mom had to work and Two-bit was most likely shoplifting, getting drunk, or at the Curtis house.
I called Angela and she and Sandy had a nice little reunion hug. We all figured that we'd go to the Curtis house in an hour because Soda wouldn't be home from work yet. Sandy spent that hour complaining she had nothing to wear or anything to do with her hair. Finally, she came out of my room, which she had been using as a dressing room, wearing a cute green dress and her hair curled and done up nicely. She sure looked stunning.
"Well, don't you look sharp?" Angela asked.
"Really?" Sandy asked.
I nodded in agreement, then Sandy flipped out again.
"I don't want Soda to think I've been getting along just fine without him by going to his house looking all fancy!" She screamed running back into my room and slamming the door behind her.
Angela and I looked at each other strangely. We both knew that Sandy wanted to make just the right impression on Soda, but this was getting ridiculous! After modeling off about twenty different outfits for us she settled on a plain brown skirt and white blouse with her hair tied back in a ponytail.
"Okay, I'm ready," Sandy said.
"Finally!" Both Angela and I said, relieved.
We walked to the Curtis house, several time Angela and I had to grab Sandy by her arms so she wouldn't turn and run away.
Finally we made it to the door.
"Alright, this is it," I said prepared to knock.
"Oh, God, help me get through this," Sandy prayed.
On the bus ride home, Sandy and I passed time singing songs from the latest Marilyn Monroe movie, talking about some strange reoccurring dreams we've both had, and discussing politics. Actually, we didn't discuss politics, I was just making sure you're paying attention. Somehow I manage to let it slip that I have a crush on Ponyboy.
"Oh, that is so cute!" Sandy squealed as I buried my face in my hands.
"Shut up!" I snapped, my voice muffled. I was trying to hide the fact that I was blushing.
"There's nothing wrong with that Ash! That is so sweet! I think you'd be cute together!" Sandy told me, but it didn't help. Hey, I'm kind of shy about that subject. "I swear I'll set you too up!"
"Don't!" I groaned.
"Oh come on Ash! Why not?" She asked.
"Because, I only want him to ask me out if he really likes me, not because one of my friends set me up with him."
"Hypocrite," Sandy muttered.
"I am NOT a hypocrite!" I said, "Soda asked you out on your first date because he liked you, I never set you up!"
Sandy and I spent the rest of the bus ride home arguing the fact if I was a hypocrite or not. I won the argument, although I wouldn't call it an argument because we were laughing the whole way through it and making silly remarks to support our point that had nothing to do with the subject.
"Oh yeah, well I say I'm not a hypocrite because I'm wearing shoes!" I said.
"Oh, okay then, you win!" Sandy cried as dramatically as she could.
"That had to be one of the strangest arguments I've ever been in," I laughed.
Just then we both felt the bus stop. We looked out the window and saw we were home.
"Home!" Sandy sighed happily.
"Is where the heart is!" I told her, finishing a phrase I had seen on a doormat.
"That's the truth!" She said.
Sandy and I made our ways back to my house. As usual no one was home because mom had to work and Two-bit was most likely shoplifting, getting drunk, or at the Curtis house.
I called Angela and she and Sandy had a nice little reunion hug. We all figured that we'd go to the Curtis house in an hour because Soda wouldn't be home from work yet. Sandy spent that hour complaining she had nothing to wear or anything to do with her hair. Finally, she came out of my room, which she had been using as a dressing room, wearing a cute green dress and her hair curled and done up nicely. She sure looked stunning.
"Well, don't you look sharp?" Angela asked.
"Really?" Sandy asked.
I nodded in agreement, then Sandy flipped out again.
"I don't want Soda to think I've been getting along just fine without him by going to his house looking all fancy!" She screamed running back into my room and slamming the door behind her.
Angela and I looked at each other strangely. We both knew that Sandy wanted to make just the right impression on Soda, but this was getting ridiculous! After modeling off about twenty different outfits for us she settled on a plain brown skirt and white blouse with her hair tied back in a ponytail.
"Okay, I'm ready," Sandy said.
"Finally!" Both Angela and I said, relieved.
We walked to the Curtis house, several time Angela and I had to grab Sandy by her arms so she wouldn't turn and run away.
Finally we made it to the door.
"Alright, this is it," I said prepared to knock.
"Oh, God, help me get through this," Sandy prayed.