its dark over there, but its darker here
Yeah, I didn't love her anymore, but besides Mark, she was the only person I had ever been close to. I had a much better chance of getting to be friends with her than Mark again.
It was late, so I decided I better knock on her window and not get her parents mad. Only I wasn't sure which was hers and which was one of the kids. Taking a chance, I tapped on one window and suddenly hoped M&M wouldn't answer. One step at a time, right?
It wasn't him, though. I didn't know this one's name and he didn't look like he recognized me. He seemed kind of scared.
"Who are you?" I asked the little boy out of curiousity about his name, and reasonably enough he asked the same question.
"Bryon." I told him simply.
"Oh. OOOh." I think something clicked in his dark-hair covered head right then, and next he asked if I wanted to see Cathy.
"Yup." He nodded and disappeared into the shadows of the room.
I didn't wait for long before someone came back. I could hear her footsteps before she got to the window, and my heart pounded louder with every one. I hadn't thought this through. What was I going to say? Yesterday I had turned my head to the side when she walked past me at school. Quickly I stepped backwards and then I tripped over something-not sure what it is was-and lay flat on the ground.
Cathy pushed aside the lace curtain that was draped across the window and peered out into the night. "Ponyboy?" she whispered.
The Tiny One hadn't told her very much it seemed. He probably just said there was a guy who wanted to see her and she naturally assumed that it was her adoring boyfriend.
She was pretty, I had forgotten that.
Again, she called out his name, but interrupted herself with a yawn. Shaking her head, she turned to go back inside.
"Wait!" I called out. Suddenly she kind of twitched and almost collasped but she caught herself by sticking her hand on the wall. I knew she couldn't see me, but she remembered my voice. I pulled myself up and she just stood there, as if paralyzed with...fear? Did I hurt her that bad? Oh Cathy.
Her body stayed still but her eyes moved, just enough to watch me. And then she looked right at me, right at my eyes, and this time she didn't steady herself on the wall when she fell. I had to reach through the window and catch her.
I stood leaning towards her, holding her arms.
She cried her silent tears.
Yeah, I didn't love her anymore, but besides Mark, she was the only person I had ever been close to. I had a much better chance of getting to be friends with her than Mark again.
It was late, so I decided I better knock on her window and not get her parents mad. Only I wasn't sure which was hers and which was one of the kids. Taking a chance, I tapped on one window and suddenly hoped M&M wouldn't answer. One step at a time, right?
It wasn't him, though. I didn't know this one's name and he didn't look like he recognized me. He seemed kind of scared.
"Who are you?" I asked the little boy out of curiousity about his name, and reasonably enough he asked the same question.
"Bryon." I told him simply.
"Oh. OOOh." I think something clicked in his dark-hair covered head right then, and next he asked if I wanted to see Cathy.
"Yup." He nodded and disappeared into the shadows of the room.
I didn't wait for long before someone came back. I could hear her footsteps before she got to the window, and my heart pounded louder with every one. I hadn't thought this through. What was I going to say? Yesterday I had turned my head to the side when she walked past me at school. Quickly I stepped backwards and then I tripped over something-not sure what it is was-and lay flat on the ground.
Cathy pushed aside the lace curtain that was draped across the window and peered out into the night. "Ponyboy?" she whispered.
The Tiny One hadn't told her very much it seemed. He probably just said there was a guy who wanted to see her and she naturally assumed that it was her adoring boyfriend.
She was pretty, I had forgotten that.
Again, she called out his name, but interrupted herself with a yawn. Shaking her head, she turned to go back inside.
"Wait!" I called out. Suddenly she kind of twitched and almost collasped but she caught herself by sticking her hand on the wall. I knew she couldn't see me, but she remembered my voice. I pulled myself up and she just stood there, as if paralyzed with...fear? Did I hurt her that bad? Oh Cathy.
Her body stayed still but her eyes moved, just enough to watch me. And then she looked right at me, right at my eyes, and this time she didn't steady herself on the wall when she fell. I had to reach through the window and catch her.
I stood leaning towards her, holding her arms.
She cried her silent tears.