A/N: Thanks again for the reviews.
Movielvr: they mean she looks bad because she was crying all night and just got jumped by Socs.
Chapter 4
Sodapop walked me to a couch in the living room and I collapsed onto it.
"Who are you guys?" I asked the other two who followed us inside.
"Ponyboy Curtis." said the one that looked like Sodapop.
So they were brothers.
"Steve Randle" said the other, looking a bit annoyed.
"I'm Ashley. Ashley Cameron"
I was slurring my speech like I was drunk. Probably because I got only two hours of sleep the night before. I doubted I could fall asleep, though. With all the events that had just taken place.
"You hungry?" asked Sodapop.
"Yeah... well, no"
I was, but I felt like throwing up as well.
"Which one is it?" he asked, grinning.
"No thanks" I said.
"Suit yourself then. Pony? Steve? How bout some chocolate cake?"
Chocolate cake for breakfast? Now I really felt sick.
"Sure" they both said, but not at the same time.
"Um, Sodapop..." I started.
"You can call me Soda" he interrupted.
"Soda... what time is it?"
"Quarter after 10" he said.
"Thanks"
I wanted to rest, I really did. But I just couldn't fall asleep.
I could smell the chocolate cake from where I was. I don't like chocolate much, especially for breakfast. That's just disgusting.
I was somewhere in my thoughts when I was interrupted by a slamming door.
I hate when people interrupt my thoughts.
Two guys walked in. One was tall and had annoyingly long sideburns. The other was small and tan and looked like he was 13 or 14. Probably someone's little brother.
"Hey Greasers!" said the tall kid, smiling widely.
"Great. Two-bit's here" said Ponyboy.
"Don't get mouthy with me, Ponyboy" said Two-Bit, still grinning.
The other kid stayed in one place and said nothing. He completely reminded me of myself.
Two-bit walked into the living room and stopped when he saw me.
"Who's the chick?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Ashley Cameron." I said, "And never call me a chick again"
I hate it when these stuck-up guys call girls chicks.
"Fiesty" he said, smirking.
I seriously wanted to smack him. I gave him my death glare instead.
He just laughed at me.
"What happened to you anyway?" he asked in a completely obnoxious tone.
"Leave her alone, Two-Bit" said Soda. "She got in a fight with a mustang- full of Socs"
Two-bit's expression changed.
"Nice going" he said, before making his way towards the chocolate cake.
"I think we might need to take you to the hospital for that cut" said Sodapop.
"I'll be okay" I said, despite the pain I felt in my arm. "I'll just wash it out and put a bandage on it."
I got up, slowly. Very slowly. And to my surprise, I stayed standing.
"Where's the bathroom?" I asked.
"Follow me." said Soda.
"Pony, can you get me a bandage?" he asked.
"Sure" said Ponyboy quietly.
When we got to the bathroom, I realized that I never got to see my wound.
I closed my eyes when Soda unwrapped the jacket that was around my arm.
"You squeamish?" he asked.
"Not typically. But I feel sick enough as it is and I don't particularly think seeing this will help me feel better."
I was amazed at the fact that I had just spat out a long sentence like that.
"Sorry if this hurts" Soda said.
I didn't particularly pay attention to what he was doing because once again I lost myself in my thoughts.
"Ashley? Ashley?" yelled Soda.
I opened my eyes and saw a bandage securely wrapped over my arm.
"What? Sorry, I dazed off."
"You do that a lot, don't you?" he asked, smiling.
"I guess" I replied. One of these times he's going to make me grin back at him.
I walked back into the living room and sat on the couch.
Two-Bit walked in and unfortunately sat down next to me.
"Hello again. I believe we never got properly introduced. I'm Two-Bit Matthews." He said, grinning.
Soda and Two-Bit both grinned a lot, but their grins were so different. Soda's was warm and kind and although I'll never say this out loud, it made me want to smile too. Two-Bit's on the other hand was more of a smirk and it bothered me very much.
"Pleasure to meet you" I said dully, hoping he would catch my sarcasm.
"Well, how bout we talk about something, Ashley?" he asked.
"Sounds fun" I said sarcastically. I liked being sarcastic.
"OK, so do you have any siblings?"
"No"
"I do. I have a sister. Where do you live?"
"None of your business"
"How old are you?"
"Ninety seven"
"Really? Me too. What a crazy coincidence."
"My turn! Can you leave me alone?"
Two-bit cocked an eyebrow again.
"Why, am I bothering you or something?"
"Yes" I said coolly, giving him my death glare for the second time today.
"You hurt my feelings" he said, making a really pathetic puppy face.
Then he got off the couch and went into the kitchen. Thank god.
"So Soda, you taking out Sandy tonight?" asked Ponyboy.
"Yup. Me and Steve are taking Sandy and Evie to the drive-in." Soda replied.
"And no Ponyboy, you can't come" said Steve.
I get confused when people talk about their love lives. Probably because I don't have one. And I don't plan on getting one, either.
"Do you want anything Ashley?" asked Sodapop as he walked into the room.
"Besides wanting to die? No." I said, not being sarcastic that time.
"How bout a pillow and blanket?" he asked, ignoring my suicidal comment.
"That'll be great" I said.
Soda brought in a pillow and a quilted blanket, for which I was very thankful for.
I lay there for what must have been an hour. I just couldn't fall asleep.
I could hear the guys talking in the kitchen. Cursing, laughing, enjoying themselves. Why couldn't I do that? Why couldn't I be friendly and talkative? Why?
Two-Bit walked into the room.
"You're still awake." He said, matter-of-factly.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yup."
"Thanks, I didn't know"
"You're welcome Ashley Cameron. What's your middle name?"
I wondered for a second if I should disclose this information.
"Janine. Why do you care?"
He ignored my question.
"Ashley Janine Cameron. Ashley Janine Cameron. Hey... can I call you AJ?"
"No"
He is so annoying.
"Thanks, AJ"
"So, Two-Bit, what is your real name?"
"Two is my first name. Bit is my middle. Matthews is last."
He thinks he's so funny.
"So AJ, trouble sleeping?" he asked.
"Yeah" I said, losing my sarcastic tone.
"How bout Two-Bit tells ya a bedtime story?"
"That would just about make my day"
"Good. Here it goes: There was this one cool ol' dude named Two-Bit. Everyone loved him and thought he was the greatest guy in the world. Seriously, this guy was amazing. All of the chicks drooled over him constantly and they fought just to get his number. One day, Two-Bit was..."
I never heard the end of Two-Bit's wonderful story because it bored me to sleep...
A/N: No cliffhanger again. This is bad. I must come up with a cliffy to make my readers go crazy. (J/K)
Anyway, incase you were confused about the Sandy thing, she hasn't found out that she's pregnant yet so she's still together with Soda.
I'll try to update soon with chapter 5.
Movielvr: they mean she looks bad because she was crying all night and just got jumped by Socs.
Chapter 4
Sodapop walked me to a couch in the living room and I collapsed onto it.
"Who are you guys?" I asked the other two who followed us inside.
"Ponyboy Curtis." said the one that looked like Sodapop.
So they were brothers.
"Steve Randle" said the other, looking a bit annoyed.
"I'm Ashley. Ashley Cameron"
I was slurring my speech like I was drunk. Probably because I got only two hours of sleep the night before. I doubted I could fall asleep, though. With all the events that had just taken place.
"You hungry?" asked Sodapop.
"Yeah... well, no"
I was, but I felt like throwing up as well.
"Which one is it?" he asked, grinning.
"No thanks" I said.
"Suit yourself then. Pony? Steve? How bout some chocolate cake?"
Chocolate cake for breakfast? Now I really felt sick.
"Sure" they both said, but not at the same time.
"Um, Sodapop..." I started.
"You can call me Soda" he interrupted.
"Soda... what time is it?"
"Quarter after 10" he said.
"Thanks"
I wanted to rest, I really did. But I just couldn't fall asleep.
I could smell the chocolate cake from where I was. I don't like chocolate much, especially for breakfast. That's just disgusting.
I was somewhere in my thoughts when I was interrupted by a slamming door.
I hate when people interrupt my thoughts.
Two guys walked in. One was tall and had annoyingly long sideburns. The other was small and tan and looked like he was 13 or 14. Probably someone's little brother.
"Hey Greasers!" said the tall kid, smiling widely.
"Great. Two-bit's here" said Ponyboy.
"Don't get mouthy with me, Ponyboy" said Two-Bit, still grinning.
The other kid stayed in one place and said nothing. He completely reminded me of myself.
Two-bit walked into the living room and stopped when he saw me.
"Who's the chick?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Ashley Cameron." I said, "And never call me a chick again"
I hate it when these stuck-up guys call girls chicks.
"Fiesty" he said, smirking.
I seriously wanted to smack him. I gave him my death glare instead.
He just laughed at me.
"What happened to you anyway?" he asked in a completely obnoxious tone.
"Leave her alone, Two-Bit" said Soda. "She got in a fight with a mustang- full of Socs"
Two-bit's expression changed.
"Nice going" he said, before making his way towards the chocolate cake.
"I think we might need to take you to the hospital for that cut" said Sodapop.
"I'll be okay" I said, despite the pain I felt in my arm. "I'll just wash it out and put a bandage on it."
I got up, slowly. Very slowly. And to my surprise, I stayed standing.
"Where's the bathroom?" I asked.
"Follow me." said Soda.
"Pony, can you get me a bandage?" he asked.
"Sure" said Ponyboy quietly.
When we got to the bathroom, I realized that I never got to see my wound.
I closed my eyes when Soda unwrapped the jacket that was around my arm.
"You squeamish?" he asked.
"Not typically. But I feel sick enough as it is and I don't particularly think seeing this will help me feel better."
I was amazed at the fact that I had just spat out a long sentence like that.
"Sorry if this hurts" Soda said.
I didn't particularly pay attention to what he was doing because once again I lost myself in my thoughts.
"Ashley? Ashley?" yelled Soda.
I opened my eyes and saw a bandage securely wrapped over my arm.
"What? Sorry, I dazed off."
"You do that a lot, don't you?" he asked, smiling.
"I guess" I replied. One of these times he's going to make me grin back at him.
I walked back into the living room and sat on the couch.
Two-Bit walked in and unfortunately sat down next to me.
"Hello again. I believe we never got properly introduced. I'm Two-Bit Matthews." He said, grinning.
Soda and Two-Bit both grinned a lot, but their grins were so different. Soda's was warm and kind and although I'll never say this out loud, it made me want to smile too. Two-Bit's on the other hand was more of a smirk and it bothered me very much.
"Pleasure to meet you" I said dully, hoping he would catch my sarcasm.
"Well, how bout we talk about something, Ashley?" he asked.
"Sounds fun" I said sarcastically. I liked being sarcastic.
"OK, so do you have any siblings?"
"No"
"I do. I have a sister. Where do you live?"
"None of your business"
"How old are you?"
"Ninety seven"
"Really? Me too. What a crazy coincidence."
"My turn! Can you leave me alone?"
Two-bit cocked an eyebrow again.
"Why, am I bothering you or something?"
"Yes" I said coolly, giving him my death glare for the second time today.
"You hurt my feelings" he said, making a really pathetic puppy face.
Then he got off the couch and went into the kitchen. Thank god.
"So Soda, you taking out Sandy tonight?" asked Ponyboy.
"Yup. Me and Steve are taking Sandy and Evie to the drive-in." Soda replied.
"And no Ponyboy, you can't come" said Steve.
I get confused when people talk about their love lives. Probably because I don't have one. And I don't plan on getting one, either.
"Do you want anything Ashley?" asked Sodapop as he walked into the room.
"Besides wanting to die? No." I said, not being sarcastic that time.
"How bout a pillow and blanket?" he asked, ignoring my suicidal comment.
"That'll be great" I said.
Soda brought in a pillow and a quilted blanket, for which I was very thankful for.
I lay there for what must have been an hour. I just couldn't fall asleep.
I could hear the guys talking in the kitchen. Cursing, laughing, enjoying themselves. Why couldn't I do that? Why couldn't I be friendly and talkative? Why?
Two-Bit walked into the room.
"You're still awake." He said, matter-of-factly.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yup."
"Thanks, I didn't know"
"You're welcome Ashley Cameron. What's your middle name?"
I wondered for a second if I should disclose this information.
"Janine. Why do you care?"
He ignored my question.
"Ashley Janine Cameron. Ashley Janine Cameron. Hey... can I call you AJ?"
"No"
He is so annoying.
"Thanks, AJ"
"So, Two-Bit, what is your real name?"
"Two is my first name. Bit is my middle. Matthews is last."
He thinks he's so funny.
"So AJ, trouble sleeping?" he asked.
"Yeah" I said, losing my sarcastic tone.
"How bout Two-Bit tells ya a bedtime story?"
"That would just about make my day"
"Good. Here it goes: There was this one cool ol' dude named Two-Bit. Everyone loved him and thought he was the greatest guy in the world. Seriously, this guy was amazing. All of the chicks drooled over him constantly and they fought just to get his number. One day, Two-Bit was..."
I never heard the end of Two-Bit's wonderful story because it bored me to sleep...
A/N: No cliffhanger again. This is bad. I must come up with a cliffy to make my readers go crazy. (J/K)
Anyway, incase you were confused about the Sandy thing, she hasn't found out that she's pregnant yet so she's still together with Soda.
I'll try to update soon with chapter 5.