Hey everbody! I'm kinda having writers block with my story Choices (which everyone should check out, hehe, a lil self promo there...), so I decided to write a short story for ya'll while I come up with more chapters for Choices. This probably won't be a very long story, might not go past this chapter. Unless everybody wants just one more chapter (which I have an idea for...). I really hope you like this, and I own everything except what you know belongs to S.E. Hinton. This is a song fic, but it's a good one...so YEA! LOL! For me to say I like something I wrote is really rare so you know it's gotta be at least pretty good. This goes back and forth between Elle's and Pony's POV, and I labled them so ya'll wouldn't get confused ( welcome!)Newho, please review this story...PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! And if you wanna check out more of my writing, please review those 2...lol. Newho God Bless and Lata ~ DaZe
Tears All Over Tulsa
I''ll always remember
It was late afternoon
It lasted forever
And ended too soon
You were all by yourself
Staring up at a dark gray sky
I was changed
** PONY'S POV**
I inhaled deeply, pulling the smoke into my lungs letting it play there for a while before releasing it slowly from between my lips. It was one of those days living seemed useless, like nothing was ever gonna happen and we'd all be stuck in the same circles we'd been making forever. I wasn't exactly sure where I was headin', my brain just kept telling my legs to walk and my legs were dumb enough to listen. Greaser territory had long passed, and I was in a world alien to me. A world were houses had fresh paint, and a running car parked outside. Some house two, or three even. I should have just turned around and started walking back towards the East side, I wasn't a real popular guy in these parts. But I didn't feel like going home. The sun was setting over head, and I smirk as I watched the red sun against the gray skies. I used to love sunsets, that was before I got smart....though. Passing these houses alone, I was able to pretend everything was alright, like nothing had ever changed. Like I'd never changed. What was I thinking, I was glad I'd changed, I was better because of it. I use to be so naive, a real dumb kid. 'You better wise up Pony...you get tough like me and you don't get hurt. You look out for yourself and nothing can touch you...' It had taken a year and a half for Dallas words to really set in and start making sense. I'd seen too many things not to believe them, and slowly I'd started to 'wise up'. My brothers didn't like the change, but what did they know. They didn't know that if you didn't care, nothing touched you, even fazed you. Maybe they did, but either way they choose to keep caring about everything, too much for their own good if you asked me.
I hadn't really talked to my brother in a month, I was only at the house to sleep rest of the time I was bumming around with the Tim and Curly Shepard. Smart kids, they didn't care about nothin' neither. I walked passed another two story house with it's white picked fence and laughed to myself. 'Things are rough all over Ponyboy...' Cherry's red hair and voice flooded my memory, and I half laughed, half snorted to myself. Right, Cherry, ya'll have some tough problems. I spit on the green grass in someone's front lawn, feeling as though I needed to do something to tainted these perfect neighborhood, even slightly. That's when I saw her, sitting by herself, light brown hair flapping gently against her pale cheek.
In places no one would find
All your feelings so deep inside (deep inside)
It was then that I realized
That forever was in your eyes
The moment I saw you cry
The moment that I saw you cry
Ellen Carvlett, also known as Elle. She was in one of my classes, the kind of girl who was always soft spoken and you know butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. I didn't really have a problem with her, like I did with most soc gals. She'd never given me a reason not to like her, she'd always been polite, nice even. She was a cute gal, shoulder length brown hair, dimples that played at the coners of her mouth, and she had these eyes...something about her eye's I'd seen before in someone else. I slowed down a little, drooping my cancer stick to the ground, not botherin' to put it out. As my distance from her house decreased I could hear an awful racket flowing from the open window. Sounded like a person possessed with demons or something. I watched, awed as Elle's head dropped into her hands, brown hair providing a protective curtain around her. Something inside me, stirred, as if awakening after a long sleep. Before I was aware of what I was doing I had gone up the steps of her pale gray house, and steated myself on the step next to her. "Hey Elle." My voice which I'd worked so long to make careless, had a ring to it I hadn't heard since Johnny's and Dally's deaths. I sounded like myself. Her head jerked up, and I was met with two of the bluest eyes I'd ever seen. They were a little redden and puffy, and tears were trailing slowly sown her pink cheeks. She looked surprised to see anyone there, probably even more surprised to have it be me. But she smiled politely, and ran a small hand under her eyes hurriedly, brushing away the tears. "Hi, Ponyboy. What are you doing here?" This wasn't said rude, there was an honest curiosity in her question. What was I doing here. "Can't a guy take a walk? Saw you and I thought I'd say hello. Can't a guy say hello to a gal from his umm..." Couldn't remember what class it was we had together. She smiled sweetly, and it didn't seemed forced.
It was late in September
And I've seen you before (and you were)
You were always the cold one
But i was never that sure
You were all by yourself
Staring at a dark gray sky
I was changed
** ELLE"S POV **
"English class. We have English together." I wasn't exactly sure what had prompted Ponyboy Curtis to sit next to me on my porch, but I really didn't mind. Most of my friends would have fainted having a greaser even talk to them, but I really didn't mind. Money doesn't make a person any better or worse then anyone else. I grinned a little at the thought of Alexa, Carmen , or any of my other friends in my situation. From inside my house I could hear something shatter, and the yelling increased in volume. I felt a red blush crawl slowly up my neck, and Pony and I both became kinda of uncomfortable. I bit my lip, and met Pony's questioning eyes. "Ummm..that's just my mom and step-dad. They umm..." All words left me, and I wasn't exactly sure what I should say. Pony's eyes hard a hard glare to them, and he smirked slightly as if amused by the yelling. "This ain't nothin' compared to some of my friends houses. You ain't got to explain anything, it's you business." His words were bitter, and I cringed a little. I ran my hands over my blue skirt, straightening wrinkles that weren't there. Neither of us know what to say. "Mind if I smoke?" his voice was cold, and I wonder vaguely why he hadn't left yet. Maybe he was gettin a kick out of watching someone who's biggest problem in life was supposed to be what lipstick to wear, deal with the real world. I shook my head, in reply to his question, and suddenly the sound of flesh on flesh rang loud in the still night. Everything went dead quite for a second before yelling rang out again, and my step-father came stumbling outside, pushing past me and Pony on the steps. He slammed the door to our white Mustange, and it streaked off dow he paved road.
Before I could stop them, tears started to fall again. And I hung my head, embarrassed to have anyone seeing me cry. Embarrassed, and mad, and hurting that this was my life, and that anyone should see it. Rare miracles do happen and when they do, they left you so shocked you didn't know what to do next. That's exactly how I felt, when Ponyboy Curtis too me in his arms and held me close to his lean chest. This would have been a sight to see. One of Tulsa's richest girls, sobbing into the shirt of some hood. Everybody would really have something to talk about if anyone saw this. But at this point I didn't care. I really didn't care. "It's ok Elle." His breath was warm on my cheek as he said this, the cold hard tone of his voice gone. His voice was soft, and caring. Which sent a warm flow through my vains.
In places no one would find
All your feelings so deep inside (deep inside)
It was then that I realized
That forever was in your eyes
The moment I saw you cry
We sat like that for a while, and slowly my tears subsided, and the quivering of my chin soothed. I pulled away from Pony's arms, wondering why he was here, and why he had stayed after all that. We didn't know each other, we were suppose to even want to. But in that moment neither of us cared, or even remembered. "Sun set sure is pretty from here, ain't it?" Of all the things he could have said at that moment, this was the what he chose to say. There was more to the boy then I had realized before. "Sure is. Can you see it real good from where you live Pony?" I asked, just to be saying something. Something flashed through his eyes and he nodded just enough for it to be noticed. "Ya know, Elle, things are tough all over this city. We greasers live with it everyday, wear our troubles like trophies proudly on out sleeves. Because we don't know how else to deal with them. But ya'll socs, or maybe it's just you. You deal with just as mush as we do, except ya'll hide it. Ya'll can hide it. Maybe that makes you stronger then us, because you can. Maybe not. I dunno, and I don't care. But Elle, everyone has problems, and you shouldn't be ashamed when you can't hide them any longer. 'Cause if you get ashamed, you try to get tough so it doesn't bother you, and it's worse that way. It may not seem like it at first but it is." I looked at this boy sitting next to me, watching his jaw clench and unclench. He wasn't like anyone else, he understood. A single tear was made it's way out of his greenish-gray eyes, and left a small streak down his cheek. Neither of us said anything for a while, but it was clear some sort of twisted friendship had been formed in those few minutes we'd sat together.
He stood without saying anything, and started to make his way down the side walk before turning suddenly. "If you see me in school, and don't say anything, I'll understand." I grinned, understanding what he was saying, but I shook my head. "Ponyboy, I'd be honored to talk to you with the whole world watching. And, Pony, we hide our problems because we don't know how not to." He gave me this, 'aww shucks' sort of grin and his voice was warm and he replied, "You dig ok, Elle." I watched his receding back until it drifted from my sight.
I wanted to hold you
i wanted to make it go away
I wanted to know you
I wanted to make your everything, all right....
"Who was that you were talking to Ellen? He looked like a hood! Don't you dare tell me you were talking to a hood!" My mother was frantic, and I let out an uneasy breath. There was no way'd she understand. "It was just a really nice boy mom. Now let me get you some ice for you eye." I made my way to the kitchen, and as I wrapped ice inside a dishtowel, for the first time I didn't feel ashamed of my life my life. I looked around my house, the plush furniture, the expensive paintings, and realized it all meant nothing. Everyone had their problems, and money didn't make them go away, it never would. Neither did hiding it, it only tore you apart inside. I sat next to my mother on our couch, and pressed the ice to her blacking eye. "Mother, you don't need to put up with this. He's never going to change, and pretending he will won't do any good. You can't hide your problems behind sunglasses forever. A really sweet boy told me that."
I'll always remember...
It was late afternoon...
In places no one would find...
** Pony's POV **
I opened the door to my house just as the sun sank below the horizon. My brother were siting in our small living room, Darry indulged inside the newspaper, Soda watching some show on TV. They both looked up but neither asked where I had been, expecting just to receive a smart remark for an answer. I'd been a jerk the past few months, and while sitting on the porch I'd realized Dal had been wrong. Tough came in many different forms, different people. Elle had Dally's eyes, the kind of eyes the held a secrete of pain unknown to the world. And I just hoped Elle realized that you didn't need to hold things inside, because if she didn't she'd end up just like Dallas had been before he'd died. Cold. I didn't want to see that happen to anyone, soc or not soc. I was half way back to Soda and mines room when I stopped and turned around. I stuck my head into the living room, and looked at my brothers. "Sodapop, Darry?" They both looked up, and I could tell by the looks on their faces they noticed the softness in my voice, "I'm sorry about how I've been acting. It wasn't right. I was trying to be tough, cause I didn't want to get hurt again. But someone showed me that being tough doesn't matter, it's how you deal with the hurt that does. I love you guys." I left before they said anything, and as I laid in my bed, I wondered what changes tomorrow would bring.
In places no one would find
All your feelings so deep inside (deep inside)
It was then that I realized
That forever was in your eyes
The moment I saw you cry
Tears All Over Tulsa
I''ll always remember
It was late afternoon
It lasted forever
And ended too soon
You were all by yourself
Staring up at a dark gray sky
I was changed
** PONY'S POV**
I inhaled deeply, pulling the smoke into my lungs letting it play there for a while before releasing it slowly from between my lips. It was one of those days living seemed useless, like nothing was ever gonna happen and we'd all be stuck in the same circles we'd been making forever. I wasn't exactly sure where I was headin', my brain just kept telling my legs to walk and my legs were dumb enough to listen. Greaser territory had long passed, and I was in a world alien to me. A world were houses had fresh paint, and a running car parked outside. Some house two, or three even. I should have just turned around and started walking back towards the East side, I wasn't a real popular guy in these parts. But I didn't feel like going home. The sun was setting over head, and I smirk as I watched the red sun against the gray skies. I used to love sunsets, that was before I got smart....though. Passing these houses alone, I was able to pretend everything was alright, like nothing had ever changed. Like I'd never changed. What was I thinking, I was glad I'd changed, I was better because of it. I use to be so naive, a real dumb kid. 'You better wise up Pony...you get tough like me and you don't get hurt. You look out for yourself and nothing can touch you...' It had taken a year and a half for Dallas words to really set in and start making sense. I'd seen too many things not to believe them, and slowly I'd started to 'wise up'. My brothers didn't like the change, but what did they know. They didn't know that if you didn't care, nothing touched you, even fazed you. Maybe they did, but either way they choose to keep caring about everything, too much for their own good if you asked me.
I hadn't really talked to my brother in a month, I was only at the house to sleep rest of the time I was bumming around with the Tim and Curly Shepard. Smart kids, they didn't care about nothin' neither. I walked passed another two story house with it's white picked fence and laughed to myself. 'Things are rough all over Ponyboy...' Cherry's red hair and voice flooded my memory, and I half laughed, half snorted to myself. Right, Cherry, ya'll have some tough problems. I spit on the green grass in someone's front lawn, feeling as though I needed to do something to tainted these perfect neighborhood, even slightly. That's when I saw her, sitting by herself, light brown hair flapping gently against her pale cheek.
In places no one would find
All your feelings so deep inside (deep inside)
It was then that I realized
That forever was in your eyes
The moment I saw you cry
The moment that I saw you cry
Ellen Carvlett, also known as Elle. She was in one of my classes, the kind of girl who was always soft spoken and you know butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. I didn't really have a problem with her, like I did with most soc gals. She'd never given me a reason not to like her, she'd always been polite, nice even. She was a cute gal, shoulder length brown hair, dimples that played at the coners of her mouth, and she had these eyes...something about her eye's I'd seen before in someone else. I slowed down a little, drooping my cancer stick to the ground, not botherin' to put it out. As my distance from her house decreased I could hear an awful racket flowing from the open window. Sounded like a person possessed with demons or something. I watched, awed as Elle's head dropped into her hands, brown hair providing a protective curtain around her. Something inside me, stirred, as if awakening after a long sleep. Before I was aware of what I was doing I had gone up the steps of her pale gray house, and steated myself on the step next to her. "Hey Elle." My voice which I'd worked so long to make careless, had a ring to it I hadn't heard since Johnny's and Dally's deaths. I sounded like myself. Her head jerked up, and I was met with two of the bluest eyes I'd ever seen. They were a little redden and puffy, and tears were trailing slowly sown her pink cheeks. She looked surprised to see anyone there, probably even more surprised to have it be me. But she smiled politely, and ran a small hand under her eyes hurriedly, brushing away the tears. "Hi, Ponyboy. What are you doing here?" This wasn't said rude, there was an honest curiosity in her question. What was I doing here. "Can't a guy take a walk? Saw you and I thought I'd say hello. Can't a guy say hello to a gal from his umm..." Couldn't remember what class it was we had together. She smiled sweetly, and it didn't seemed forced.
It was late in September
And I've seen you before (and you were)
You were always the cold one
But i was never that sure
You were all by yourself
Staring at a dark gray sky
I was changed
** ELLE"S POV **
"English class. We have English together." I wasn't exactly sure what had prompted Ponyboy Curtis to sit next to me on my porch, but I really didn't mind. Most of my friends would have fainted having a greaser even talk to them, but I really didn't mind. Money doesn't make a person any better or worse then anyone else. I grinned a little at the thought of Alexa, Carmen , or any of my other friends in my situation. From inside my house I could hear something shatter, and the yelling increased in volume. I felt a red blush crawl slowly up my neck, and Pony and I both became kinda of uncomfortable. I bit my lip, and met Pony's questioning eyes. "Ummm..that's just my mom and step-dad. They umm..." All words left me, and I wasn't exactly sure what I should say. Pony's eyes hard a hard glare to them, and he smirked slightly as if amused by the yelling. "This ain't nothin' compared to some of my friends houses. You ain't got to explain anything, it's you business." His words were bitter, and I cringed a little. I ran my hands over my blue skirt, straightening wrinkles that weren't there. Neither of us know what to say. "Mind if I smoke?" his voice was cold, and I wonder vaguely why he hadn't left yet. Maybe he was gettin a kick out of watching someone who's biggest problem in life was supposed to be what lipstick to wear, deal with the real world. I shook my head, in reply to his question, and suddenly the sound of flesh on flesh rang loud in the still night. Everything went dead quite for a second before yelling rang out again, and my step-father came stumbling outside, pushing past me and Pony on the steps. He slammed the door to our white Mustange, and it streaked off dow he paved road.
Before I could stop them, tears started to fall again. And I hung my head, embarrassed to have anyone seeing me cry. Embarrassed, and mad, and hurting that this was my life, and that anyone should see it. Rare miracles do happen and when they do, they left you so shocked you didn't know what to do next. That's exactly how I felt, when Ponyboy Curtis too me in his arms and held me close to his lean chest. This would have been a sight to see. One of Tulsa's richest girls, sobbing into the shirt of some hood. Everybody would really have something to talk about if anyone saw this. But at this point I didn't care. I really didn't care. "It's ok Elle." His breath was warm on my cheek as he said this, the cold hard tone of his voice gone. His voice was soft, and caring. Which sent a warm flow through my vains.
In places no one would find
All your feelings so deep inside (deep inside)
It was then that I realized
That forever was in your eyes
The moment I saw you cry
We sat like that for a while, and slowly my tears subsided, and the quivering of my chin soothed. I pulled away from Pony's arms, wondering why he was here, and why he had stayed after all that. We didn't know each other, we were suppose to even want to. But in that moment neither of us cared, or even remembered. "Sun set sure is pretty from here, ain't it?" Of all the things he could have said at that moment, this was the what he chose to say. There was more to the boy then I had realized before. "Sure is. Can you see it real good from where you live Pony?" I asked, just to be saying something. Something flashed through his eyes and he nodded just enough for it to be noticed. "Ya know, Elle, things are tough all over this city. We greasers live with it everyday, wear our troubles like trophies proudly on out sleeves. Because we don't know how else to deal with them. But ya'll socs, or maybe it's just you. You deal with just as mush as we do, except ya'll hide it. Ya'll can hide it. Maybe that makes you stronger then us, because you can. Maybe not. I dunno, and I don't care. But Elle, everyone has problems, and you shouldn't be ashamed when you can't hide them any longer. 'Cause if you get ashamed, you try to get tough so it doesn't bother you, and it's worse that way. It may not seem like it at first but it is." I looked at this boy sitting next to me, watching his jaw clench and unclench. He wasn't like anyone else, he understood. A single tear was made it's way out of his greenish-gray eyes, and left a small streak down his cheek. Neither of us said anything for a while, but it was clear some sort of twisted friendship had been formed in those few minutes we'd sat together.
He stood without saying anything, and started to make his way down the side walk before turning suddenly. "If you see me in school, and don't say anything, I'll understand." I grinned, understanding what he was saying, but I shook my head. "Ponyboy, I'd be honored to talk to you with the whole world watching. And, Pony, we hide our problems because we don't know how not to." He gave me this, 'aww shucks' sort of grin and his voice was warm and he replied, "You dig ok, Elle." I watched his receding back until it drifted from my sight.
I wanted to hold you
i wanted to make it go away
I wanted to know you
I wanted to make your everything, all right....
"Who was that you were talking to Ellen? He looked like a hood! Don't you dare tell me you were talking to a hood!" My mother was frantic, and I let out an uneasy breath. There was no way'd she understand. "It was just a really nice boy mom. Now let me get you some ice for you eye." I made my way to the kitchen, and as I wrapped ice inside a dishtowel, for the first time I didn't feel ashamed of my life my life. I looked around my house, the plush furniture, the expensive paintings, and realized it all meant nothing. Everyone had their problems, and money didn't make them go away, it never would. Neither did hiding it, it only tore you apart inside. I sat next to my mother on our couch, and pressed the ice to her blacking eye. "Mother, you don't need to put up with this. He's never going to change, and pretending he will won't do any good. You can't hide your problems behind sunglasses forever. A really sweet boy told me that."
I'll always remember...
It was late afternoon...
In places no one would find...
** Pony's POV **
I opened the door to my house just as the sun sank below the horizon. My brother were siting in our small living room, Darry indulged inside the newspaper, Soda watching some show on TV. They both looked up but neither asked where I had been, expecting just to receive a smart remark for an answer. I'd been a jerk the past few months, and while sitting on the porch I'd realized Dal had been wrong. Tough came in many different forms, different people. Elle had Dally's eyes, the kind of eyes the held a secrete of pain unknown to the world. And I just hoped Elle realized that you didn't need to hold things inside, because if she didn't she'd end up just like Dallas had been before he'd died. Cold. I didn't want to see that happen to anyone, soc or not soc. I was half way back to Soda and mines room when I stopped and turned around. I stuck my head into the living room, and looked at my brothers. "Sodapop, Darry?" They both looked up, and I could tell by the looks on their faces they noticed the softness in my voice, "I'm sorry about how I've been acting. It wasn't right. I was trying to be tough, cause I didn't want to get hurt again. But someone showed me that being tough doesn't matter, it's how you deal with the hurt that does. I love you guys." I left before they said anything, and as I laid in my bed, I wondered what changes tomorrow would bring.
In places no one would find
All your feelings so deep inside (deep inside)
It was then that I realized
That forever was in your eyes
The moment I saw you cry