Falling Asleep
That's how it all started. Hell, it hasn't even been a year yet. Everything was going perfectly normal until that afternoon.
*flashback*
I finished my beer and then leaned over Ponyboy.
"None of that stuff's true now," I said
"It was written back in 1949" he explained, never taking his eyes of the pages.
"Yeah, that makes since, but that guy was completely wrong"
"George Orwell"
"Huh?"
"He's the guy"
"Damn kid, you know I could care less about who wrote your book"
He shrugged.
"Just thought you'd want to know"
There was a pause and then I lightly shoved him in his chair.
" You're all right you know kid"
He grinned like I had just told him I loved him or something.
"You're not so bad yourself" he told me
"Are you being smart with me?" I asked him
"No, just reading"
I sighed a little.
" Bye kid"
"See you Dal" he said softly.
*end flashback*
I can remember that conversation like I just had it. The book he was reading was written over thirty years ago, and was completely wrong about everything. There's none of that big brother shit going on now.
The door opened and this time a doctor came in.
"Hello Mr. Winston, just looking in our AIDS patients"
I want to ask how many AIDS patients are here but I'm too weak from my disease and the medication.
Yeah, that George Orwell guy had no idea what the eighties would be like.
*flashback*
"Anyone wanna go hunt some action?" Steve suddnely asked us.
"Didn't someone all ready ask that?" Johnny asked softly
"Knowing us..., Two Bit started.
We all looked at him and waited for him to finish and when he didn't I started to come towards him slowly. He might be older, but I'm the one with the long record.
"Of course someone did" he finished
I slunk back to my seat. Works almost every time.
" What kinda action are you talking about, Steve?" Soda asked his best friend.
"The kind that lives on the other side of town" Steve said.
"Sounds like a damned good time" Two Bit said
"I'm in" I drawled
No one waited for Johnny's answer because we were all ready pretty sure we knew what it would be.
" As long as no cops show up I'm game" Soda added.
He has to be careful not to get into really bad trouble, or else a social worker could split their family up. And as hard as I've seen Darry work for them to stay together I sure as hell hope that doesn't happen. I don't think it will though, maybe back in the sixties or something. Nowadays the entire definition of family is changing. That's enough talking about it though, I'm starting to give myself a headache.
"Ok, you three want to head out now?" Steve asked
"What 'bout me?"
Did that fly on the wall just talk to us? No wait, that was Johnny.
" What about you Johnnycakes?" Soda asked him
"I'm in the room too, and don't say I'm just a kid"
He directed that last part at Steve. Johnny is sixteen, but he looks fourteen. He knows it too.
"You hate fights" I said to him
"Who said there's gonna be a fight? Besides, if I stayed here I might as well be alone."
" When did you get to be such a smar...." Steve mumbled
" What about Pony, he's here" Soda interupted Steve.
Johnny jerked his head towards the kitchen door.
"You know what he's like when he's reading"
" Ain't that the truth" someone mumbled
" Ahh, come on guys, let him come along..not like anything big's gonna happen" Two Bit finally spoke up after a while.
Famous last words I guess.
*end flashback*
"How have you been feeling?" the doctor asked me.
"Like shit." I mumbled
" Now, I know this is difficult, but that attitiude won't help you in here"
I want to tell him to go fuck himself. Don't talk to me about an attitude asshole. You're not the one with the disease with no cure that they barely know anything about. You're not that one that could die in the night.
Instead I just glared at him with defiant eyes. That was really all I had stength for now.
He got the message and didn't talk to me through the rest of the examination, except for the usual doctor questions like
" Does this hurt?"
*flashback*
"Ok, you can come, but don't try to take on anyone too big yourself" Steve said to Johnny.
Johnny nodded with a hint of a smile on his face.
" You know Johnny, do you think he'd do that?" Two Bit asked Steve.
Steve shrugged him off.
" Just sayin' "
" When're we going?" Soda the peacemaker asked.
"Right now"
"Go tell your brother we're going" I said to Soda
"Yeah good idea, wouldn't want him to look up and one of us are here"
"Look up? The kid nevere takes his nose out of a book" Steve muttered.
Soda came back from the kitchen a few minutes later.
"He says he'll see us later, and for us not to go get killed"
" All right, now we can go" Steve announced.
Two Bit whooped and ran out the door with the rest of us right beind him.
" The West side, right Steve?" Sod asked
" Where else?"
Good point.
We got to the West side and started walking around. Lokking for any kind of trouble we could find. That's how we East siders spend most of our time.
Johnny started to wander off.
"Johnny!" I called
" I'm fine Dal"
I let him go and he walked further away from us. I felt like I was calling a dog or something.
We walked around a little more then started to head in the direction that Johnny had gone. None of us wre really worried that he was alone. If Johnny was in trouble he would just yell.
" ....king faggot!"
"That sure as hell don't sound like Johnny" Two Bit spoke up.
We all kinda looked at each other and ran towards to sound of the voice.
Johnny was being pinned to the ground by two very lrage West side guys who were surrounded by a few of their friends. They were hitting him and calling him a faggot and other things.
"Get the hell offa him!" Steve yelled.
One of them turned to us.
"What, you guys his boyfriends or something?"
I calmly walked over to him and then punched him.
"Nope, just a friend"
That was enough to start up the action we had come here looking for. Once those guys were off Johnny he got up and left for somewhere safer. We didn't mind, Johnny's in no condition for fighting when he's scared like that. He was scared too,I could see it in his eyes.
"Ain' this fun" Two Bit said with a grin.
" Looks like we found some action after all."
It was a normal skin fight. Us beating the shit out of them for doing what they did to Johnny, and them trying to defend themselves.
Out of nowhere came the silver glint of a blade and then it was gone. I felt a sharp twisting pain and then there the blade was again. Now it was covered in something red. Was that blood? I looked down at my shirt.
My blood...no wonder I was hurting so bad.
" Be tough Winston" I muttered to myself though gritted teeth. I could hear the sounds of running and the voices of the gang, but then I fell asleep.
*end flashback*
"It'll just make you sleep for a while" the doctor was saying to me.
Before I could protest or even respond he stuck some needle in my arm.
Damn, I didn't know I was this tired.
A/N- of course it takes waking up at 5:30 in the morning for the inpsiration to write this fic.
Please tell me what you think and leave your author name so I can go check out some of what you've written.
That's how it all started. Hell, it hasn't even been a year yet. Everything was going perfectly normal until that afternoon.
*flashback*
I finished my beer and then leaned over Ponyboy.
"None of that stuff's true now," I said
"It was written back in 1949" he explained, never taking his eyes of the pages.
"Yeah, that makes since, but that guy was completely wrong"
"George Orwell"
"Huh?"
"He's the guy"
"Damn kid, you know I could care less about who wrote your book"
He shrugged.
"Just thought you'd want to know"
There was a pause and then I lightly shoved him in his chair.
" You're all right you know kid"
He grinned like I had just told him I loved him or something.
"You're not so bad yourself" he told me
"Are you being smart with me?" I asked him
"No, just reading"
I sighed a little.
" Bye kid"
"See you Dal" he said softly.
*end flashback*
I can remember that conversation like I just had it. The book he was reading was written over thirty years ago, and was completely wrong about everything. There's none of that big brother shit going on now.
The door opened and this time a doctor came in.
"Hello Mr. Winston, just looking in our AIDS patients"
I want to ask how many AIDS patients are here but I'm too weak from my disease and the medication.
Yeah, that George Orwell guy had no idea what the eighties would be like.
*flashback*
"Anyone wanna go hunt some action?" Steve suddnely asked us.
"Didn't someone all ready ask that?" Johnny asked softly
"Knowing us..., Two Bit started.
We all looked at him and waited for him to finish and when he didn't I started to come towards him slowly. He might be older, but I'm the one with the long record.
"Of course someone did" he finished
I slunk back to my seat. Works almost every time.
" What kinda action are you talking about, Steve?" Soda asked his best friend.
"The kind that lives on the other side of town" Steve said.
"Sounds like a damned good time" Two Bit said
"I'm in" I drawled
No one waited for Johnny's answer because we were all ready pretty sure we knew what it would be.
" As long as no cops show up I'm game" Soda added.
He has to be careful not to get into really bad trouble, or else a social worker could split their family up. And as hard as I've seen Darry work for them to stay together I sure as hell hope that doesn't happen. I don't think it will though, maybe back in the sixties or something. Nowadays the entire definition of family is changing. That's enough talking about it though, I'm starting to give myself a headache.
"Ok, you three want to head out now?" Steve asked
"What 'bout me?"
Did that fly on the wall just talk to us? No wait, that was Johnny.
" What about you Johnnycakes?" Soda asked him
"I'm in the room too, and don't say I'm just a kid"
He directed that last part at Steve. Johnny is sixteen, but he looks fourteen. He knows it too.
"You hate fights" I said to him
"Who said there's gonna be a fight? Besides, if I stayed here I might as well be alone."
" When did you get to be such a smar...." Steve mumbled
" What about Pony, he's here" Soda interupted Steve.
Johnny jerked his head towards the kitchen door.
"You know what he's like when he's reading"
" Ain't that the truth" someone mumbled
" Ahh, come on guys, let him come along..not like anything big's gonna happen" Two Bit finally spoke up after a while.
Famous last words I guess.
*end flashback*
"How have you been feeling?" the doctor asked me.
"Like shit." I mumbled
" Now, I know this is difficult, but that attitiude won't help you in here"
I want to tell him to go fuck himself. Don't talk to me about an attitude asshole. You're not the one with the disease with no cure that they barely know anything about. You're not that one that could die in the night.
Instead I just glared at him with defiant eyes. That was really all I had stength for now.
He got the message and didn't talk to me through the rest of the examination, except for the usual doctor questions like
" Does this hurt?"
*flashback*
"Ok, you can come, but don't try to take on anyone too big yourself" Steve said to Johnny.
Johnny nodded with a hint of a smile on his face.
" You know Johnny, do you think he'd do that?" Two Bit asked Steve.
Steve shrugged him off.
" Just sayin' "
" When're we going?" Soda the peacemaker asked.
"Right now"
"Go tell your brother we're going" I said to Soda
"Yeah good idea, wouldn't want him to look up and one of us are here"
"Look up? The kid nevere takes his nose out of a book" Steve muttered.
Soda came back from the kitchen a few minutes later.
"He says he'll see us later, and for us not to go get killed"
" All right, now we can go" Steve announced.
Two Bit whooped and ran out the door with the rest of us right beind him.
" The West side, right Steve?" Sod asked
" Where else?"
Good point.
We got to the West side and started walking around. Lokking for any kind of trouble we could find. That's how we East siders spend most of our time.
Johnny started to wander off.
"Johnny!" I called
" I'm fine Dal"
I let him go and he walked further away from us. I felt like I was calling a dog or something.
We walked around a little more then started to head in the direction that Johnny had gone. None of us wre really worried that he was alone. If Johnny was in trouble he would just yell.
" ....king faggot!"
"That sure as hell don't sound like Johnny" Two Bit spoke up.
We all kinda looked at each other and ran towards to sound of the voice.
Johnny was being pinned to the ground by two very lrage West side guys who were surrounded by a few of their friends. They were hitting him and calling him a faggot and other things.
"Get the hell offa him!" Steve yelled.
One of them turned to us.
"What, you guys his boyfriends or something?"
I calmly walked over to him and then punched him.
"Nope, just a friend"
That was enough to start up the action we had come here looking for. Once those guys were off Johnny he got up and left for somewhere safer. We didn't mind, Johnny's in no condition for fighting when he's scared like that. He was scared too,I could see it in his eyes.
"Ain' this fun" Two Bit said with a grin.
" Looks like we found some action after all."
It was a normal skin fight. Us beating the shit out of them for doing what they did to Johnny, and them trying to defend themselves.
Out of nowhere came the silver glint of a blade and then it was gone. I felt a sharp twisting pain and then there the blade was again. Now it was covered in something red. Was that blood? I looked down at my shirt.
My blood...no wonder I was hurting so bad.
" Be tough Winston" I muttered to myself though gritted teeth. I could hear the sounds of running and the voices of the gang, but then I fell asleep.
*end flashback*
"It'll just make you sleep for a while" the doctor was saying to me.
Before I could protest or even respond he stuck some needle in my arm.
Damn, I didn't know I was this tired.
A/N- of course it takes waking up at 5:30 in the morning for the inpsiration to write this fic.
Please tell me what you think and leave your author name so I can go check out some of what you've written.