Ch 2
"How was the sunset last night?" It was Saturday, and I was resting on the curb on Tolburn Street; the voice behind me made me jump. I turned around so quickly my neck cracked. It was Ponyboy Curtis. His hair was still bleached in some areas, but overall, it had faded back to a light brown.
"It was real good," I said, looking ahead of me, at the black road, avoiding his piercing green eyes. He sat down next to me; his scent of cinnamon mingled with a scent of cigarette smoke.
"I couldn't see it," he said matter-of-factly. "I was so tired yesterday, and I fell right asleep at six o'clock, and didn't wake up till seven this morning," he glanced at me, and I noticed a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He took one from his pocket, and handed it to me; then he took a lighter and lit it. I sucked in the smoke, instantly feeling calmed and relaxed.
"But what I'm really here to talk to you about is Johnny," he continued. I jerked towards him, our gazes meeting. He seemed taller. We stood up, and began walking down to the Alley, so we wouldn't be heard or seen.
I shook my head. "Listen Cherri," Ponyboy said, his voice no longer serene, but firm, "I talked to Johnny this morning, and now, almost three months after the incident, he sees everything through your eyes," he paused to take a long drag on his cig, and then, with his lips pursed, slowly blew out the smoke. "And Johnny is sorry, real sorry-" I cut him off.
"Wait, Pony, why are you telling me? Why isn't Johnny right here apologizing?" I asked angrily. I spit the cigarette out of my mouth, and crushed it beneath my boot; then I heard a small, muffled voice say, "I am here Cherri," Johnny had just stepped out from behind a massive box, "I am sorry. So, so, sorry. And if I could do anything, I would have turned back time, and stopped killing Bob. I guess after you put the situation in my eyes, I realized that you loved him-"
Ponyboy smiled, his eyes laughing, "Just like you love Trish!" he teased to Johnny. Johnny blushed redder than my hair, and slapped Ponyboy on the back, right on his bruised spot. Pony let out a sharp intake.
"-Anyway, I'm sorry Cherri. Please, please forgive me, because my guilt has been haunting me, so don't think I haven't suffered!" his eyes were sorry. His inky black eyes were totally apologizing. I smiled, feeling that all I'd really wanted in the first place was a simple sorry, and I walked over to him and hugged him, and then, I kissed him on the cheek. And when I did that, he blushed redder than the desert sun.
"How was the sunset last night?" It was Saturday, and I was resting on the curb on Tolburn Street; the voice behind me made me jump. I turned around so quickly my neck cracked. It was Ponyboy Curtis. His hair was still bleached in some areas, but overall, it had faded back to a light brown.
"It was real good," I said, looking ahead of me, at the black road, avoiding his piercing green eyes. He sat down next to me; his scent of cinnamon mingled with a scent of cigarette smoke.
"I couldn't see it," he said matter-of-factly. "I was so tired yesterday, and I fell right asleep at six o'clock, and didn't wake up till seven this morning," he glanced at me, and I noticed a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He took one from his pocket, and handed it to me; then he took a lighter and lit it. I sucked in the smoke, instantly feeling calmed and relaxed.
"But what I'm really here to talk to you about is Johnny," he continued. I jerked towards him, our gazes meeting. He seemed taller. We stood up, and began walking down to the Alley, so we wouldn't be heard or seen.
I shook my head. "Listen Cherri," Ponyboy said, his voice no longer serene, but firm, "I talked to Johnny this morning, and now, almost three months after the incident, he sees everything through your eyes," he paused to take a long drag on his cig, and then, with his lips pursed, slowly blew out the smoke. "And Johnny is sorry, real sorry-" I cut him off.
"Wait, Pony, why are you telling me? Why isn't Johnny right here apologizing?" I asked angrily. I spit the cigarette out of my mouth, and crushed it beneath my boot; then I heard a small, muffled voice say, "I am here Cherri," Johnny had just stepped out from behind a massive box, "I am sorry. So, so, sorry. And if I could do anything, I would have turned back time, and stopped killing Bob. I guess after you put the situation in my eyes, I realized that you loved him-"
Ponyboy smiled, his eyes laughing, "Just like you love Trish!" he teased to Johnny. Johnny blushed redder than my hair, and slapped Ponyboy on the back, right on his bruised spot. Pony let out a sharp intake.
"-Anyway, I'm sorry Cherri. Please, please forgive me, because my guilt has been haunting me, so don't think I haven't suffered!" his eyes were sorry. His inky black eyes were totally apologizing. I smiled, feeling that all I'd really wanted in the first place was a simple sorry, and I walked over to him and hugged him, and then, I kissed him on the cheek. And when I did that, he blushed redder than the desert sun.