Dude. I haven't even thought about updating this fic in a while. I had started about 16 other ones, and every time I came back to look at this, it just sucked to me. I wasn't sure where I was supposed to go with my plot. But I want to finish a fic for once, so, I'm trying for this one. There were 2 stories that had 22 reviews, which I'm grateful for, and I wanted to update those first.
Eh. To those of you faithful reviewers, I've been trying to catch your fics and review as many as I could. I know what it's like to want feedback on something.
I've matured as a writer, so you're aware, and I'm not sure how different my style is now, from then. But I've decided that I hate writing in Point of views, so I'm pretty sure that the rest of this is written in story form.
If this changes in altitude, meaning rating, I apologize. Guys rock my socks off, and I think a lemon scene would be interesting. Then again, that's just me. Beat me off with a stick if I go too far.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except myself, which I truly don't own either. Much love to the muse, Josh, and all the money in the world to brilliant authors such as S. E. Hinton.
Pony had opened his arms to offer them to the small brunette who settled close to him. For once, he was nearly happy, despite nearly downing, and losing a decent friend. Smiling gently, he hummed to himself, and to her.
Stevie turned to peer at him, blue orbs latching onto his. Whimper was soft, before a gentle nod was placed, and she moved to rest in his arms. Her head settled on his shoulder, her eyes watching the night, the trees. "I didn't.." She nearly choked on what she said. "I didn't want to kill him. I knew him, and I killed him, Ponyboy." Her words were nearly silent, softly whispered, another fear voiced as unnoticed tears trickled down her cheeks.
His humming ceased, and his arms wrapped around her frame, holding her loosely, trying to think of what to say. If she hadn't killed that Soc, he'd be dead. He was grateful to the matter of her killing that Soc, and she was crying over him. How was he supposed to be compassionate when she cried over an enemy? He sighed gently, and ran his fingers through her hair gently, unwilling to offer more than the sound of his breathing to her ears.
She continued to shake, sniffling softly, but comforted by his embrace, she slowly calmed enough to talk to again. "I know, Pony. I just didn't expect to kill anyone. Sometimes..Sometimes I'm a lot stronger than everyone else because I push myself. But when it comes down to it, I'm not as strong as you or Johnny or anyone from the gang. I'm lost, but I know where I am. I just..I don't know what to do sometimes. You know I can't turn myself in. You know I can't hide here or at home. Dad would drink himself to sleep, only to wake up a bit later and beat the shit out of me. You guys have enough on your plate already. I shouldn't have bothered, Pony. I should have left you alone."
The boy was confused by the rush of emotions, but he knew about them at the same time. Holding her closer to him, he mumbled soothing words, and rocked back and forth slowly, contemplating what to say in his mind. Sure, he was smart and all, and sure, he'd read a million and 2 books, but this was different. This was Stevie. Sighing, he tried to say something, opening his mouth somewhat, only to close it again. This happened a few times, before she turned around, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Thanks for being here, Pony. You helped a lot." She replied, crawling to her feet, wiping her hands on her jeans, and starting away.
He blinked, and then canted his head to the side after returning the hug. He'd helped? Wait, in what way?! Sighing again, he let out a soft whine, before heading back to the house, hands stuffed in his pockets, head hung.
"See, girls think a lot. So they want us to hold them while they think, and then they hug us and run off because they've solved the problem by themselves. It just happens. I'm not one to question a girl's mind. Half the time they REALLY want comfort." A sly smirk spread about Dally's maw, and he ran a hand through his hair, before fixing it with a comb.
Ponyboy tossed a glance at Soda, who shrugged, before grinning. Nodding his thanks to Dal, he moved out of the house, setting out on the porch, watching as the sun slowly rose from behind the trees. He sat out there for a while, didn't even notice when Johnny moved to set next to him.
"Hey, man. You alright?" Johnny softly inquired, his face showing concern.
Pony jumped, paling at the sight of Johnny, before weakly nodding. "Yeah. Sorry, I didn't see you—didn't hear you, more or less."
Johnny gave a soft grin, and offered a cigarette, striking a match for his own. "Didn't mean to scare ya, Pony. What're you thinkin' about?"
The boy took the offered cigarette, and nodded his thanks, lighting off of the match. Taking a long drag, he let out a shaky breath, smoke billowing from the hole his mouth pursed into. Shrugging gently, he took another drag, before peering at Johnny. "You don't think she'd do anything stupid, do you?"
Sorry to do this, but I have to end this here. Read and review.
Eh. To those of you faithful reviewers, I've been trying to catch your fics and review as many as I could. I know what it's like to want feedback on something.
I've matured as a writer, so you're aware, and I'm not sure how different my style is now, from then. But I've decided that I hate writing in Point of views, so I'm pretty sure that the rest of this is written in story form.
If this changes in altitude, meaning rating, I apologize. Guys rock my socks off, and I think a lemon scene would be interesting. Then again, that's just me. Beat me off with a stick if I go too far.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except myself, which I truly don't own either. Much love to the muse, Josh, and all the money in the world to brilliant authors such as S. E. Hinton.
Pony had opened his arms to offer them to the small brunette who settled close to him. For once, he was nearly happy, despite nearly downing, and losing a decent friend. Smiling gently, he hummed to himself, and to her.
Stevie turned to peer at him, blue orbs latching onto his. Whimper was soft, before a gentle nod was placed, and she moved to rest in his arms. Her head settled on his shoulder, her eyes watching the night, the trees. "I didn't.." She nearly choked on what she said. "I didn't want to kill him. I knew him, and I killed him, Ponyboy." Her words were nearly silent, softly whispered, another fear voiced as unnoticed tears trickled down her cheeks.
His humming ceased, and his arms wrapped around her frame, holding her loosely, trying to think of what to say. If she hadn't killed that Soc, he'd be dead. He was grateful to the matter of her killing that Soc, and she was crying over him. How was he supposed to be compassionate when she cried over an enemy? He sighed gently, and ran his fingers through her hair gently, unwilling to offer more than the sound of his breathing to her ears.
She continued to shake, sniffling softly, but comforted by his embrace, she slowly calmed enough to talk to again. "I know, Pony. I just didn't expect to kill anyone. Sometimes..Sometimes I'm a lot stronger than everyone else because I push myself. But when it comes down to it, I'm not as strong as you or Johnny or anyone from the gang. I'm lost, but I know where I am. I just..I don't know what to do sometimes. You know I can't turn myself in. You know I can't hide here or at home. Dad would drink himself to sleep, only to wake up a bit later and beat the shit out of me. You guys have enough on your plate already. I shouldn't have bothered, Pony. I should have left you alone."
The boy was confused by the rush of emotions, but he knew about them at the same time. Holding her closer to him, he mumbled soothing words, and rocked back and forth slowly, contemplating what to say in his mind. Sure, he was smart and all, and sure, he'd read a million and 2 books, but this was different. This was Stevie. Sighing, he tried to say something, opening his mouth somewhat, only to close it again. This happened a few times, before she turned around, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Thanks for being here, Pony. You helped a lot." She replied, crawling to her feet, wiping her hands on her jeans, and starting away.
He blinked, and then canted his head to the side after returning the hug. He'd helped? Wait, in what way?! Sighing again, he let out a soft whine, before heading back to the house, hands stuffed in his pockets, head hung.
"See, girls think a lot. So they want us to hold them while they think, and then they hug us and run off because they've solved the problem by themselves. It just happens. I'm not one to question a girl's mind. Half the time they REALLY want comfort." A sly smirk spread about Dally's maw, and he ran a hand through his hair, before fixing it with a comb.
Ponyboy tossed a glance at Soda, who shrugged, before grinning. Nodding his thanks to Dal, he moved out of the house, setting out on the porch, watching as the sun slowly rose from behind the trees. He sat out there for a while, didn't even notice when Johnny moved to set next to him.
"Hey, man. You alright?" Johnny softly inquired, his face showing concern.
Pony jumped, paling at the sight of Johnny, before weakly nodding. "Yeah. Sorry, I didn't see you—didn't hear you, more or less."
Johnny gave a soft grin, and offered a cigarette, striking a match for his own. "Didn't mean to scare ya, Pony. What're you thinkin' about?"
The boy took the offered cigarette, and nodded his thanks, lighting off of the match. Taking a long drag, he let out a shaky breath, smoke billowing from the hole his mouth pursed into. Shrugging gently, he took another drag, before peering at Johnny. "You don't think she'd do anything stupid, do you?"
Sorry to do this, but I have to end this here. Read and review.