Ch 5
Pony and I ran right out the park, and over to the Vacant Lot that was complete greaser territory.
"Where'd Johnny and Trish go?" I asked Pony curiously. He shook his head. "Don't know," he replied simply. We slumped onto the ground. "That was a scary fight, huh, Pony?" I asked. He nodded emphatically.
I sighed, "I thought after the rumble the Socs would chill- I guess I was wrong." I sighed again, but Pony smiled.
"Well they have laid off some; we get jumped only occasionally, but they ain't as brutal as they used to be," he smiled. I smiled back. He was so comforting.and he was pretty good looking too.
I leaned towards him, resting my head on his shoulder. "You're a good kid Pony, a real good kid." he ran his fingers through my hair, and then lifted my chin.
"How much of a kid am I now?" he asked slyly, and then moved closer to me, until our lashes were touching; and then, we were drawn into a firm embrace.
It wasn't until then that I realized the truth: Ponyboy. It was Pony I loved. Not Dally, not Bob.
Ponyboy Curtis. He was the one. I resettled my head onto his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around me. Suddenly, I felt that the blown out flame in my heart was rekindled by Ponyboy; Bob was almost a memory of the past.
Pony and I ran right out the park, and over to the Vacant Lot that was complete greaser territory.
"Where'd Johnny and Trish go?" I asked Pony curiously. He shook his head. "Don't know," he replied simply. We slumped onto the ground. "That was a scary fight, huh, Pony?" I asked. He nodded emphatically.
I sighed, "I thought after the rumble the Socs would chill- I guess I was wrong." I sighed again, but Pony smiled.
"Well they have laid off some; we get jumped only occasionally, but they ain't as brutal as they used to be," he smiled. I smiled back. He was so comforting.and he was pretty good looking too.
I leaned towards him, resting my head on his shoulder. "You're a good kid Pony, a real good kid." he ran his fingers through my hair, and then lifted my chin.
"How much of a kid am I now?" he asked slyly, and then moved closer to me, until our lashes were touching; and then, we were drawn into a firm embrace.
It wasn't until then that I realized the truth: Ponyboy. It was Pony I loved. Not Dally, not Bob.
Ponyboy Curtis. He was the one. I resettled my head onto his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around me. Suddenly, I felt that the blown out flame in my heart was rekindled by Ponyboy; Bob was almost a memory of the past.