SSSSSSSSSSHHHHHH!!!! Keep it down! Burnin' here. Ok, this is for all u
readers of Brilliant, Just Brilliant's story What Happened to My Life. If
you haven't noticed, it's been a disgracefully long time since she updated,
so I'M taking over! Considering I helped write it, I know the basic plot
she had in mind. So there will be 2 versions of the same story going.
Sorry, I would make it a separate story, but if I did Brilliant would
notice and kick my ass. But anyways, until she updates, you can read my
version. Lol u can tell us which story is better. Just don't let Brilliant
know or she will KILL ME!
Disclaimer: Yeah yeah yeah S.E. Hinton as if you didn't know.
Here we go! Soda POV
Pony sure didn't sound to with-it, I thought to myself, after he and Two- bit had drove away. I wondered vaguely what was up. This, however, was cut short when Steve hollared from the shop "Sakes, let me do it, before YOU blow up the car!" I grinned, happy for an excuse to give up.
"Suit yourself," I said, punching him as I walked inside and he walked out to see the dang car. Only a few minutes after I got in there, a couple really cute chicks came in. Shoot, was I ever glad Steve was the one on his back under that truck. I had completely forgotten about Pony by this point.
It was kinda late when I finally got home. Steve and I had taken the cute chicks to the Dingo after work, and there was a really good fight going on there, so by the time I had walked all the way home it was midnight. Darry still wasn't home though. "they must be roofing a mansion" I thought as I let myself in.
Pony was already in bed, which sort of surprised me. Usually when he has the house to himself he stays up till someone throws him in bed. I remembered suddenly how slow he'd been at the DX early. I was about to go in and check on him, but then Darry walked in.
"Hey," he said tiredly, giving me a halfhearted smile.
"Hi," I said. "What took so long?"
"Big house," he responded simply, getting some milk out of the fridge. I opened my mouth to tell him about Pony, but he said first "Want some chocolate milk?"
"You bet!"
Pony's POV
I opened my eyes blearily, blinking at the sunlight that was filtering through the blinds. Soda was asleep next to me, his arm flung across my shoulder. He hadn't come in till real late last night, but in my sleep I'd half heard him and Darry talking for a while. Why had I slept so soundly again?
Then I remembered. I'd had the stuffing beat out of me. No wonder I'd been tired.
Finally, after being awake for a bit, things started to register. I leaped out of bed *only to stumble and stub my toe on the dresser* and rushed around getting ready for school. If I could only get out of here before they woke up.
I yanked a T over my head, pounded down some icing *I'd had to make the cake last night, being the only one home, and I'd forgotten to ice it*, scrawled a note to Darry about having to leave early, and flew out the door, only to crash clean into my old pal Two-bit. And, just like yesterday, down I go.
"Christ, Pony, what's the rush? Out of chocolate?"
I just grumbled, rubbing my head. "Two-bit, can't we just go?!" I whined.
"Without some beer!? What's up with you? Still dizzy from yesterday?"
"We're, umm, we're out! That's why I was in such a hurry!"
Two-bit stared at me as if I'd grown two heads. "OMG why didn't you say so kid!" and next second we were speeding away. And I mean speeding.
"Pony, you sure you should go to school?" Two-bit asked, while sipping his beer. Yes, he was drinking WHILE driving. That's Two-bit for ya.
"Yes, Two-bit, I'm FINE!"
"I should at least give ya a ride home."
"Two-bit!" I half-yelled, exasperated "I'm fourteen not four! No, I DON'T need or WANT a ride home!" Two-bit just cocked an eyebrow at me and grinned "Whoa, kid, don't have to eat me!" I stuck my tongue out at him.
Two-bit's POV
I watched Pony as he half-walked half-limped his way stubornly off to class. If ya want to know the truth, I was worried about him. I knew he hated it, but I was. He was such a lil guy, the youngest one at the entire high-school, and he did look pretty roughed up. I nervously kinda kept an eye on him all day, but the most any of the other kids did to him was leer, and he'd just ignore them and glare at me when he saw me. So, I guessed he was alright.
After school, Pony had track, so I had no excuse to hang around and had to leave. I headed over to the DX, as per usual, to see Soda and Steve and to flirt with the girls. Soon it was 4, then 5, than 6, and in an hour Soda and Steve's shift would be over. But what was worrying me was, no Pony. Track had ended at 4:30, and he usually came here right after. Even if he'd done something else at school, he would have come here after that, considering he'd lost his key to the house a couple weeks ago. *Darry hadn't been too happy*
6:30. By this time, I was spazzing. No matter how much I tried to tell myself it couldn't have happened again, the socs. wouldn't search him out in particular two days in a row, he must just be hanging somewhere with his friends, I knew I was lying to myself. I could just tell, this didn't feel right.
6:45. Soda was worried too, but not as worried as me, naturally, cause he still didn't know about it, if I knew Pony at all.
"Where in the world is Pony?" he asked me a few minutes later. Perfect opportunity.
"Dunno, I'll go dig him up," I said, and ran out of there before they *more like Steve* could object.
I ran all the way to his school, and no sign of him. I started tracing his route back to the DX, eyes peeled for any sign of him. And as I passed the park, I saw one; his sweatshirt. Smeared rusty red across the neck. I was horribly reminded of the day lil Johnny was beat up.
"Pony!" I whisper-yelled into the bushes. "Hey Pony, you there?" I was responded to with a low, weak, shuddering whimper of a question. "T-T-T-Two- bit?"
"Ponyboy." I rushed forward, only to stop dead, staring at the ground under the bushes. I suddenly felt real sick, and my hands shook slightly. Just like that day we'd found Johnny.
Moo-hahahaha cliffy! Hehehe yeah I can be pretty evil sometimes. Now, be responsible and please review and/or flame, whatever you find the secret joy in! and don't let Hill know, if you want me to live! Lol. 3 the Church
Disclaimer: Yeah yeah yeah S.E. Hinton as if you didn't know.
Here we go! Soda POV
Pony sure didn't sound to with-it, I thought to myself, after he and Two- bit had drove away. I wondered vaguely what was up. This, however, was cut short when Steve hollared from the shop "Sakes, let me do it, before YOU blow up the car!" I grinned, happy for an excuse to give up.
"Suit yourself," I said, punching him as I walked inside and he walked out to see the dang car. Only a few minutes after I got in there, a couple really cute chicks came in. Shoot, was I ever glad Steve was the one on his back under that truck. I had completely forgotten about Pony by this point.
It was kinda late when I finally got home. Steve and I had taken the cute chicks to the Dingo after work, and there was a really good fight going on there, so by the time I had walked all the way home it was midnight. Darry still wasn't home though. "they must be roofing a mansion" I thought as I let myself in.
Pony was already in bed, which sort of surprised me. Usually when he has the house to himself he stays up till someone throws him in bed. I remembered suddenly how slow he'd been at the DX early. I was about to go in and check on him, but then Darry walked in.
"Hey," he said tiredly, giving me a halfhearted smile.
"Hi," I said. "What took so long?"
"Big house," he responded simply, getting some milk out of the fridge. I opened my mouth to tell him about Pony, but he said first "Want some chocolate milk?"
"You bet!"
Pony's POV
I opened my eyes blearily, blinking at the sunlight that was filtering through the blinds. Soda was asleep next to me, his arm flung across my shoulder. He hadn't come in till real late last night, but in my sleep I'd half heard him and Darry talking for a while. Why had I slept so soundly again?
Then I remembered. I'd had the stuffing beat out of me. No wonder I'd been tired.
Finally, after being awake for a bit, things started to register. I leaped out of bed *only to stumble and stub my toe on the dresser* and rushed around getting ready for school. If I could only get out of here before they woke up.
I yanked a T over my head, pounded down some icing *I'd had to make the cake last night, being the only one home, and I'd forgotten to ice it*, scrawled a note to Darry about having to leave early, and flew out the door, only to crash clean into my old pal Two-bit. And, just like yesterday, down I go.
"Christ, Pony, what's the rush? Out of chocolate?"
I just grumbled, rubbing my head. "Two-bit, can't we just go?!" I whined.
"Without some beer!? What's up with you? Still dizzy from yesterday?"
"We're, umm, we're out! That's why I was in such a hurry!"
Two-bit stared at me as if I'd grown two heads. "OMG why didn't you say so kid!" and next second we were speeding away. And I mean speeding.
"Pony, you sure you should go to school?" Two-bit asked, while sipping his beer. Yes, he was drinking WHILE driving. That's Two-bit for ya.
"Yes, Two-bit, I'm FINE!"
"I should at least give ya a ride home."
"Two-bit!" I half-yelled, exasperated "I'm fourteen not four! No, I DON'T need or WANT a ride home!" Two-bit just cocked an eyebrow at me and grinned "Whoa, kid, don't have to eat me!" I stuck my tongue out at him.
Two-bit's POV
I watched Pony as he half-walked half-limped his way stubornly off to class. If ya want to know the truth, I was worried about him. I knew he hated it, but I was. He was such a lil guy, the youngest one at the entire high-school, and he did look pretty roughed up. I nervously kinda kept an eye on him all day, but the most any of the other kids did to him was leer, and he'd just ignore them and glare at me when he saw me. So, I guessed he was alright.
After school, Pony had track, so I had no excuse to hang around and had to leave. I headed over to the DX, as per usual, to see Soda and Steve and to flirt with the girls. Soon it was 4, then 5, than 6, and in an hour Soda and Steve's shift would be over. But what was worrying me was, no Pony. Track had ended at 4:30, and he usually came here right after. Even if he'd done something else at school, he would have come here after that, considering he'd lost his key to the house a couple weeks ago. *Darry hadn't been too happy*
6:30. By this time, I was spazzing. No matter how much I tried to tell myself it couldn't have happened again, the socs. wouldn't search him out in particular two days in a row, he must just be hanging somewhere with his friends, I knew I was lying to myself. I could just tell, this didn't feel right.
6:45. Soda was worried too, but not as worried as me, naturally, cause he still didn't know about it, if I knew Pony at all.
"Where in the world is Pony?" he asked me a few minutes later. Perfect opportunity.
"Dunno, I'll go dig him up," I said, and ran out of there before they *more like Steve* could object.
I ran all the way to his school, and no sign of him. I started tracing his route back to the DX, eyes peeled for any sign of him. And as I passed the park, I saw one; his sweatshirt. Smeared rusty red across the neck. I was horribly reminded of the day lil Johnny was beat up.
"Pony!" I whisper-yelled into the bushes. "Hey Pony, you there?" I was responded to with a low, weak, shuddering whimper of a question. "T-T-T-Two- bit?"
"Ponyboy." I rushed forward, only to stop dead, staring at the ground under the bushes. I suddenly felt real sick, and my hands shook slightly. Just like that day we'd found Johnny.
Moo-hahahaha cliffy! Hehehe yeah I can be pretty evil sometimes. Now, be responsible and please review and/or flame, whatever you find the secret joy in! and don't let Hill know, if you want me to live! Lol. 3 the Church