Ponyboy
I watched Darry walked out of the room. Gosh, my head was pounding. Soda turned back to me, pushing my hair back while looking me in the eyes, as if to see what I was thinking.
"You sure you okay?" He asked. "Thirsty? Hungry?"
"I'm okay Soda." I told him, resting my head on the pillow. "Just tired." And scared. I had done something really dumb. Really, really, really dumb. I couldn't remember what yet. I wanted a cigarette, bad, and I hadn't smoked in close to a month. I closed my eyes, sighing Now we're in worse trouble then before. I felt tears prick up at my eyes, and I wiped them away quickly.
"Who's up for poker?" Two-bit asked, shuffling the deck. Steve sat up from his seat at the end of the bed, rubbing his eyes. "'Bout time you got up."
He mumbled, cursing under his breath, then got up, walking over. He looked tired, bags under his eyes, his hair a mess.
"Hey Pony." He mumbled.
"Hey." I replied. I tried to sit up. A sharp pain raced through my rib-cage, and I quicky grabbed my side.
"Pony." Soda stood up, making me lay down. "Stay down before you hurt yourself some more." He sounded scared. I hated making him scared. I felt myself start to shake. Glory, why can't I think before acting?
"Whatsa matter?" Two-bit asked quickly.
"Nothing." I said, looking away, forcing my body to be still. Soda was still starring at me in worry. "Juss hurt." I said, lying.
"Sure?" Soda asked, calking an eyebrow at me. I nodded.
"I'm gonna get some coffee." Steve said, yawning. "Anyone want some?"
"Get Darry a cup." Soda said, leaning on the bed. "If they have any get me n' Pony some-"
"Chocolate milk, I know." Steve finished. "Two-bit?"
"I'm fine." He said, splitting the deck. "Aces are low."
"I'll watch." I said, curling up my legs so they had a place to play. Soda gave me a look, but soon they were playing and laughing as Soda tried to cheat, he was horrible at it, and Two-bit spatting comments. Every once and a while Soda would rub my head or pull on my foot or something of that sort.
I was scared. I was pretty sure Darry's mad at me. . . . I couldn't blame him. I know I scared him bad. This was going to cost a lot of money. . . we're not rich or anything. . . and from what Darry said I wasn't going to be able to go home for at least a week. I paused.
"Soda?"
"Yea?" He said, concentrating on the game for the most part.
"Who was that guy Darry went to talk to ?" He looked at me.
"I'm not sure. . ." He told me. He started to say something, then decided against it. "Don't worry about it, Ponyboy. Let us handle it."
I felt like crying. It was my fault and nobody would tell me anything.
I started to think about what happened, and came up blank. I remember fighting with Darry because I got in trouble in school. And I remember Soda coming in and yelling at him. And I remember sweating. I remember screaming. . . and quarreling, a lot of it. And then I remember Soda crying. . . . but that was it, till today.
Steve came back in a few minutes. There wasn't any chocolate milk but he got me and Soda Pepsi's. He was in a better mood. He said he called him Dad and he was pitching a fit. I don't know why that is a good thing. . . .
They went back to their poker game, expanding it so Steve could play. I sat there, thinking, off in a world of my own, slowly thinking my way to sleep. . . .
I watched Darry walked out of the room. Gosh, my head was pounding. Soda turned back to me, pushing my hair back while looking me in the eyes, as if to see what I was thinking.
"You sure you okay?" He asked. "Thirsty? Hungry?"
"I'm okay Soda." I told him, resting my head on the pillow. "Just tired." And scared. I had done something really dumb. Really, really, really dumb. I couldn't remember what yet. I wanted a cigarette, bad, and I hadn't smoked in close to a month. I closed my eyes, sighing Now we're in worse trouble then before. I felt tears prick up at my eyes, and I wiped them away quickly.
"Who's up for poker?" Two-bit asked, shuffling the deck. Steve sat up from his seat at the end of the bed, rubbing his eyes. "'Bout time you got up."
He mumbled, cursing under his breath, then got up, walking over. He looked tired, bags under his eyes, his hair a mess.
"Hey Pony." He mumbled.
"Hey." I replied. I tried to sit up. A sharp pain raced through my rib-cage, and I quicky grabbed my side.
"Pony." Soda stood up, making me lay down. "Stay down before you hurt yourself some more." He sounded scared. I hated making him scared. I felt myself start to shake. Glory, why can't I think before acting?
"Whatsa matter?" Two-bit asked quickly.
"Nothing." I said, looking away, forcing my body to be still. Soda was still starring at me in worry. "Juss hurt." I said, lying.
"Sure?" Soda asked, calking an eyebrow at me. I nodded.
"I'm gonna get some coffee." Steve said, yawning. "Anyone want some?"
"Get Darry a cup." Soda said, leaning on the bed. "If they have any get me n' Pony some-"
"Chocolate milk, I know." Steve finished. "Two-bit?"
"I'm fine." He said, splitting the deck. "Aces are low."
"I'll watch." I said, curling up my legs so they had a place to play. Soda gave me a look, but soon they were playing and laughing as Soda tried to cheat, he was horrible at it, and Two-bit spatting comments. Every once and a while Soda would rub my head or pull on my foot or something of that sort.
I was scared. I was pretty sure Darry's mad at me. . . . I couldn't blame him. I know I scared him bad. This was going to cost a lot of money. . . we're not rich or anything. . . and from what Darry said I wasn't going to be able to go home for at least a week. I paused.
"Soda?"
"Yea?" He said, concentrating on the game for the most part.
"Who was that guy Darry went to talk to ?" He looked at me.
"I'm not sure. . ." He told me. He started to say something, then decided against it. "Don't worry about it, Ponyboy. Let us handle it."
I felt like crying. It was my fault and nobody would tell me anything.
I started to think about what happened, and came up blank. I remember fighting with Darry because I got in trouble in school. And I remember Soda coming in and yelling at him. And I remember sweating. I remember screaming. . . and quarreling, a lot of it. And then I remember Soda crying. . . . but that was it, till today.
Steve came back in a few minutes. There wasn't any chocolate milk but he got me and Soda Pepsi's. He was in a better mood. He said he called him Dad and he was pitching a fit. I don't know why that is a good thing. . . .
They went back to their poker game, expanding it so Steve could play. I sat there, thinking, off in a world of my own, slowly thinking my way to sleep. . . .