Author's Notes: Sorry about not posting much, my interest has varied some
and I'm trying (that the key word) to work on my original story. So yeah,
trying to write a lot more. ^^'
Touch of the Sun
By Fading Rose
Chapter Nine
It was a fine day outside, with the sun shining through some of the white clouds and bits of light blue that wasn't covered by the sky. The wind was faint and caused a little breeze here and there. Surrounding me was people that I knew and didn't know. I could instantly recognize the gang, when Kiera and I showed up for Johnny's funeral. There was a kind of big group. There was my gang even Darry was there, Tim Shepard's gang of hoods there or at least some of them. Of course Johnny's parents were there, I didn't expect them to be there.
Walking towards the gang, I could feel my stomach tightening and this sort of numbness affecting my feelings. My feet seemed so slow to move like they weighed so much even if they didn't weigh that much.
"Hey Dal," Two-Bit Matthews greeted me with a little nod, his face without that cocky grin that he usually wore. It seemed so strange to see him so depressed when usually he was a wise ass. "Good to see you out of the hospital."
I could only manage a nod towards him as I glanced at everyone's face my eyes had rested on Ponyboy's for a moment and then moved on. I didn't dare look for the coffin holding Johnny's body.
The viewing had been the worst time of this whole trip. They didn't allow us to see the body because it had been so burnt that it just wasn't worth it. The viewing and funeral cost more than any Greaser hood could pay. But by the help of some of the parents of the kids we saved there was a better funeral. Nobody deserved that more than Johnnycake.
When it came towards the burying I wanted to head back to the hospital but I didn't want to go back. I had to finish this even if it was too much for me. But I had to keep pushing.
I was amazed when my feet actually moved to place a flower on the grave, feeling myself tremble again. Flashes of that night came back to me. Then I remembered as he stood up for Cherry, of how many times he looked up to me. To every time when he would be beat up and he would run towards me looking for haven. So many things made me want to fall on my knees and cry, and I don't even know why I didn't.
It seemed forever when the funeral finally ended, when some of the others dispersed the gang stayed as they watched him lower the coffin into the ground. This was it, Johnny was finally gone.
Little was spoken as they started to bury the dirt over the coffin, the gang looked miserable. Darry stood tall and straight like a rock no emotion on his face though he probably wanted to cry. Soda had a little frown of sadness on his eyes less joyous. Two-Bit Matthews looked serious and sad as he watched. Steve looked sad as well but it was hidden with some other emotions. And Pony just looked so miserable and tormented as he had his head hung.
Licking my lips out of a nervous habit, I stood by Pony. "Hey kid," I greeted him softly as we watched them finish. I still remembered that note and it seemed hard to believe right now that those things were true.
"Hey," Pony said softly as he finished watching transfixed on that site torment in his eyes as he lowered his eyes some. "Johnny's really gone, isn't he Dally?"
It was hard to answer without wanting to cry or break something. I couldn't even nod to his question. I didn't know what to answer. I knew he was dead but I didn't know. "I guess so."
Pony nodded silently, some tears coming down his cheek as some of the gang started to walk off glancing at the both of us before heading back. As well as he could, I could hear their footsteps fading, till it was quiet.
Glancing at him, I licked my lips again, glancing at Kiera then who waited by the car. I was supposed to go back soon as it was over, but Kiera and the nurse that came with us would make an excuse of why I was late. Weakly placing my hand on his shoulder I looked back at the grave.
I could feel his gaze on me for a moment in some surprise when I touched his shoulder. There was this sort of bond that connected us. Because we never really were that connected before. He was just Darry's kid brother; he was sort of a dweeb sometimes. But now it was more of a connection based on missing Johnny.
Lifting my hand I roamed towards the earth where Johnny was buried and knelt down bowing my head. "Why did you have to leave me Johnnycake? Why did you have to leave the gang?"
Pony watched me as he stayed where he was, as if he was amazed at me. Why would he be amazed? I don't know, I didn't understand what the fuck was going on here.
"Bye, Johnnycake." I whispered softly so no one could hear me as I stood up and turned around. Giving a little nod towards Pony I roamed to the car where the nurse and Kiera were waiting.
I reached the car in what seemed forever, and turned around to see the figure of Pony stand there for a moment and start to roam back, then my gaze flickered towards the grave.
So this was it, this was good-bye. Bye Johnnycake.
Touch of the Sun
By Fading Rose
Chapter Nine
It was a fine day outside, with the sun shining through some of the white clouds and bits of light blue that wasn't covered by the sky. The wind was faint and caused a little breeze here and there. Surrounding me was people that I knew and didn't know. I could instantly recognize the gang, when Kiera and I showed up for Johnny's funeral. There was a kind of big group. There was my gang even Darry was there, Tim Shepard's gang of hoods there or at least some of them. Of course Johnny's parents were there, I didn't expect them to be there.
Walking towards the gang, I could feel my stomach tightening and this sort of numbness affecting my feelings. My feet seemed so slow to move like they weighed so much even if they didn't weigh that much.
"Hey Dal," Two-Bit Matthews greeted me with a little nod, his face without that cocky grin that he usually wore. It seemed so strange to see him so depressed when usually he was a wise ass. "Good to see you out of the hospital."
I could only manage a nod towards him as I glanced at everyone's face my eyes had rested on Ponyboy's for a moment and then moved on. I didn't dare look for the coffin holding Johnny's body.
The viewing had been the worst time of this whole trip. They didn't allow us to see the body because it had been so burnt that it just wasn't worth it. The viewing and funeral cost more than any Greaser hood could pay. But by the help of some of the parents of the kids we saved there was a better funeral. Nobody deserved that more than Johnnycake.
When it came towards the burying I wanted to head back to the hospital but I didn't want to go back. I had to finish this even if it was too much for me. But I had to keep pushing.
I was amazed when my feet actually moved to place a flower on the grave, feeling myself tremble again. Flashes of that night came back to me. Then I remembered as he stood up for Cherry, of how many times he looked up to me. To every time when he would be beat up and he would run towards me looking for haven. So many things made me want to fall on my knees and cry, and I don't even know why I didn't.
It seemed forever when the funeral finally ended, when some of the others dispersed the gang stayed as they watched him lower the coffin into the ground. This was it, Johnny was finally gone.
Little was spoken as they started to bury the dirt over the coffin, the gang looked miserable. Darry stood tall and straight like a rock no emotion on his face though he probably wanted to cry. Soda had a little frown of sadness on his eyes less joyous. Two-Bit Matthews looked serious and sad as he watched. Steve looked sad as well but it was hidden with some other emotions. And Pony just looked so miserable and tormented as he had his head hung.
Licking my lips out of a nervous habit, I stood by Pony. "Hey kid," I greeted him softly as we watched them finish. I still remembered that note and it seemed hard to believe right now that those things were true.
"Hey," Pony said softly as he finished watching transfixed on that site torment in his eyes as he lowered his eyes some. "Johnny's really gone, isn't he Dally?"
It was hard to answer without wanting to cry or break something. I couldn't even nod to his question. I didn't know what to answer. I knew he was dead but I didn't know. "I guess so."
Pony nodded silently, some tears coming down his cheek as some of the gang started to walk off glancing at the both of us before heading back. As well as he could, I could hear their footsteps fading, till it was quiet.
Glancing at him, I licked my lips again, glancing at Kiera then who waited by the car. I was supposed to go back soon as it was over, but Kiera and the nurse that came with us would make an excuse of why I was late. Weakly placing my hand on his shoulder I looked back at the grave.
I could feel his gaze on me for a moment in some surprise when I touched his shoulder. There was this sort of bond that connected us. Because we never really were that connected before. He was just Darry's kid brother; he was sort of a dweeb sometimes. But now it was more of a connection based on missing Johnny.
Lifting my hand I roamed towards the earth where Johnny was buried and knelt down bowing my head. "Why did you have to leave me Johnnycake? Why did you have to leave the gang?"
Pony watched me as he stayed where he was, as if he was amazed at me. Why would he be amazed? I don't know, I didn't understand what the fuck was going on here.
"Bye, Johnnycake." I whispered softly so no one could hear me as I stood up and turned around. Giving a little nod towards Pony I roamed to the car where the nurse and Kiera were waiting.
I reached the car in what seemed forever, and turned around to see the figure of Pony stand there for a moment and start to roam back, then my gaze flickered towards the grave.
So this was it, this was good-bye. Bye Johnnycake.
