Disclaimer: Sadly, I own merely Stevie, and the occasional new character.
Like Kevin. Please ignore the fact that the way I portray the greaser gang,
actually every guy in my fanfic, sucks. I'm gunna keep trying to figure out
what guys want besides Sex, beer, chocolate cake, and sex. *thinks* Shoot,
I couldn't come up with anything else. Heh. Beer and Chocolate cake for
breakfast it is! And thanks to S. E. Hinton, we have all these characters
to write about! *applauds* When I write my own book, I'll let ya know.
In the meantime, I've written quite a few more fanfics. And I've been trying to add more chapters on to things. But I won't post a chapter until I have at least 2,000 words. So, it'll take me longer to update. And for God's sake, someone review Blind Faith. I'm starting to doubt my writing skills. Now I'm gunna go cry. See what you made me do? This chapter is for troublesfriend and MissLKid.
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~*~* Stevie's P.O.V. *~*~
I pulled away, and I heard a laugh in the bushes, and then cursing. I looked at Ponyboy, and then rushed into the bushes.
Soda and Kevin popped up. I glared, my eyes almost glowing red. "What were you doing in there?"
Soda shrugged. "I fell out of the window?"
Kevin kicked my shin softly. "I wanted to make sure you didn't kill him too."
I glared. "YOU LIAR!!! NOW I CAN'T DO ANYTHING I WANT!!!" I flew out of the bushes, and down the path. Ponyboy shook his head, and followed after me. I surged ahead, and then he tackled me. I rolled a couple of times, but he ended up on top of me.
"Running away isn't always the answer." He sighed.
I glared. "What is then?"
He shrugged. "Don't ask me."
I tried to push him off of me, but he held me down. "Let me go. You DO know that I'm accountable for murder, right?"
He grinned. "If you promise not to run away. And I was there, remember?"
I nodded my promise. "Sure. I won't run away."
He released my arms, and then my legs. I laughed, and then ran down the path again. Ponyboy rolled his eyes, and chased after me again. "You promised!"
I laughed evilly. "I never keep my promises."
He tackled me again, but this time all the air was knocked out of me, and I laid curled up in a ball on the ground. Ponyboy sighed, and tried to help me up, but I pushed him away. I felt horrible again. I think worse than I had when I was sick in the lot. It hurt to breathe. He pulled me closer to him, and I couldn't object, the problem was breathing. So, I laid there in his arms, softly gasping for air.
"You'll be fine. I didn't know you were going that fast, or I would've waited 'til ya tired a bit and then tackled you." He crooned.
I coughed, and struggled against him. See, I hate being protected or babied in anyway. I absolutely detest it. "Let me go."
He relaxed his hold on me, and I struggled to stand. But once again, he tried to help me up. And I pushed him away. But not the nice way. My fist connected with his face, and he fell backwards. That's how I got away.
"Ponyboy, I'm sorry. I just haven't been protected or babied or anything and I don't want it to start now." I sat down beside him.
He grinned at me. "I was trying to help ya, not baby ya! And you pack a strong punch for a girl."
I raised an eyebrow. "For a girl? How about for anyone. And to me, helping is babying. I just can't stand it. Now come over here, I wanna look at your jaw. If my fist looks this bad, what're we gunna say about your face?"
He laughed. "What's all the babying problems you've got? Look at what you're doin' now!"
I shrugged. "I said I don't like being babied. Never said that I wouldn't baby someone else." I finally got close enough to him to look at his face. I must have left my ring on, because he had a huge gash on his jaw.
Ponyboy sat down on a rock that was close-by, and then opened his arms. "Wanna sit with me?"
I sighed. "What'll make you feel better?"
He grinned saucily. "You."
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Yes. It's a bunch shorter, but I really didn't have that much time to write. This is a fill-in chapter. The next should be a lot longer. I'm trying to update 4 or 5 of my stories at once.
In the meantime, I've written quite a few more fanfics. And I've been trying to add more chapters on to things. But I won't post a chapter until I have at least 2,000 words. So, it'll take me longer to update. And for God's sake, someone review Blind Faith. I'm starting to doubt my writing skills. Now I'm gunna go cry. See what you made me do? This chapter is for troublesfriend and MissLKid.
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~*~* Stevie's P.O.V. *~*~
I pulled away, and I heard a laugh in the bushes, and then cursing. I looked at Ponyboy, and then rushed into the bushes.
Soda and Kevin popped up. I glared, my eyes almost glowing red. "What were you doing in there?"
Soda shrugged. "I fell out of the window?"
Kevin kicked my shin softly. "I wanted to make sure you didn't kill him too."
I glared. "YOU LIAR!!! NOW I CAN'T DO ANYTHING I WANT!!!" I flew out of the bushes, and down the path. Ponyboy shook his head, and followed after me. I surged ahead, and then he tackled me. I rolled a couple of times, but he ended up on top of me.
"Running away isn't always the answer." He sighed.
I glared. "What is then?"
He shrugged. "Don't ask me."
I tried to push him off of me, but he held me down. "Let me go. You DO know that I'm accountable for murder, right?"
He grinned. "If you promise not to run away. And I was there, remember?"
I nodded my promise. "Sure. I won't run away."
He released my arms, and then my legs. I laughed, and then ran down the path again. Ponyboy rolled his eyes, and chased after me again. "You promised!"
I laughed evilly. "I never keep my promises."
He tackled me again, but this time all the air was knocked out of me, and I laid curled up in a ball on the ground. Ponyboy sighed, and tried to help me up, but I pushed him away. I felt horrible again. I think worse than I had when I was sick in the lot. It hurt to breathe. He pulled me closer to him, and I couldn't object, the problem was breathing. So, I laid there in his arms, softly gasping for air.
"You'll be fine. I didn't know you were going that fast, or I would've waited 'til ya tired a bit and then tackled you." He crooned.
I coughed, and struggled against him. See, I hate being protected or babied in anyway. I absolutely detest it. "Let me go."
He relaxed his hold on me, and I struggled to stand. But once again, he tried to help me up. And I pushed him away. But not the nice way. My fist connected with his face, and he fell backwards. That's how I got away.
"Ponyboy, I'm sorry. I just haven't been protected or babied or anything and I don't want it to start now." I sat down beside him.
He grinned at me. "I was trying to help ya, not baby ya! And you pack a strong punch for a girl."
I raised an eyebrow. "For a girl? How about for anyone. And to me, helping is babying. I just can't stand it. Now come over here, I wanna look at your jaw. If my fist looks this bad, what're we gunna say about your face?"
He laughed. "What's all the babying problems you've got? Look at what you're doin' now!"
I shrugged. "I said I don't like being babied. Never said that I wouldn't baby someone else." I finally got close enough to him to look at his face. I must have left my ring on, because he had a huge gash on his jaw.
Ponyboy sat down on a rock that was close-by, and then opened his arms. "Wanna sit with me?"
I sighed. "What'll make you feel better?"
He grinned saucily. "You."
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Yes. It's a bunch shorter, but I really didn't have that much time to write. This is a fill-in chapter. The next should be a lot longer. I'm trying to update 4 or 5 of my stories at once.