Ponyboy looked over at Johnny, who was halfway asleep. Johnny was leaned up against Pony, his jacket pulled up to his ears to keep him as warm as possible. He looked around the old church which Dally had sent them to, to hide out until all the fuss about the murder went down.
Pony sighed and closed his eyes, waiting for the moment that sleep would eventually take him.
Johnny's half open eyes searched the room around them. He felt Pony's warm breath against his arm, knowing that his friend was already asleep. He was still a little nervous about staying in this place. He kept having the disturbing feeling that someone was going to barge in and haul them away.
He decided to let the feeling go and at least try to get some sleep.
Johnny awoke with a start. He had only been asleep for about an hour or two when he heard someone open up the church door. He looked over at the door. It was cracked open.
He started to panic as he shook Ponyboy awake.
"What the-" Ponyboy looked up at his friend, his eyes still halfway shut. "What's the matter, Johnny?" Johnny looked at him with his big, black, scared eyes. "Pony, someone's here."
Ponyboy looked around the room, feeling the uncomfortable night breeze coming from the slightly opened door. "I don't remember leaving that open..." Johnny shook his head and said, "That's because you didn't. Someone opened it and that means that someone's inside."
Ponyboy felt the sudden act of panic start to weal up inside of him. Someone was inside the abandoned church with them, and they were supposed to be in hiding. 'It could be an assassin sent by the Soc. It could be some lunatic that's in hiding, too. Someone could be out looking for us. It could be the cops.' Johnny head swarmed with thoughts about who it could be, scaring himself even more in the process.
Ponyboy slowly stood up and began to walk towards the door. Johnny took his switchblade in his hand and braced himself. He watched in slow motion as Ponyboy closed the door and started to walk back to him. He stood up at looked around, too.
The must have circled that church about five times before they decided that no one was there and tried to go back to sleep. Johnny still had the feeling that someone was inside with them and it was really starting to scare him.
He tried to close his eyes, but they refused to shut. Someone was in there and he had to find out who it was before they decided to come out and show themselves. He looked down at Ponyboy, who was curled up into a ball and was already asleep.
He slowly stood up and quietly walked around the church again, this time he was looking even closer then last time. At one point or another, he started to hear someone else sneaking around, too. 'It's Ponyboy, it has to be Ponyboy.' he thought to himself, turning the corner and walking closer to and closer to the sounds. It was dark out, so he couldn't really see anything very good.
He walked over towards the door and quietly opened it, peeking his head outside. He jumped at the sound of someone's footsteps behind him. "Who's there?" he said, spinning around, clutching his white knuckles around his switchblade.
Silence filled the church, making him feel real uncomfortable. The moonlight moved towards the back of the room, shining itself on a girl. She had brown hair down to her mid-back and hazel eyes, she was wearing a black mini skirt, black socks up to her knees, a plain white shirt, and what seemed to be an "Air Force" Jacket. She looked just as scared as Johnny. "Who are you?" he asked, trying to keep his cool. She didn't answer him, but instead looked away and bent down on her knees, wrapping her arms around her legs.
He sighed and put his knife away. "Hey Pony!" he called out. He heard his friend scramble to his feet and run towards him. "What's wrong, Johnny?" He pointed at the girl and Pony stared at her with a very disturbed look. "Who is she?" Pony whispered to Johnny. His friend shrugged and said, "She won't talk to me. I think she's scared, though."
Pony turned his attention back to the girl and stared at her a little longer. "She doesn't look harmful...Man, she looks like she's around our age." The girl stared at them through a few strands of her messy hair. Both her and Johnny locked gazes with each other, neither of them attempting to move. Pony on the other hand, took a few steady steps forward and held out his hand.
"Hi there, miss. My name's Ponyboy and that there is Johnny. What's yours?" The girl kept her eyes on Johnny, but took Pony's hand and stood up. She wasn't very tall, but neither was she short. She let go of Pony's hand and slowly walked over to Johnny. Pony watched her movements with interest. Why was she walking over to his friend?
Once the girl made it all the way to Johnny, she surprised them both by leaning her head against him and burring her face in his shirt, as if she was crying. "Johnny, are you sure that you don't know her?" Pony asked, walking towards the two. Johnny shook his head and slowly wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "No, I've never se.." the two boys looked at her in shock. "That's you're name?" Ponyboy asked, still in shock at how long it was. Johnny shook his head and said, "No, her name's Becka. That's the last thing that you said so I take it that that's what you want to be called, right?"
Becka nodded and wrapped her arm around Johnny's, leaning her head against his shoulder. Johnny's face became a little warm, being so close to a girl that he just met. Ponyboy laughed and began to lie down. "Why don't you stay here with us for .." the two boys looked at her in shock. "That's you're name?" Ponyboy asked, still in shock at how long it was. Johnny shook his head and said, "No, her name's Becka. That's the last thing that you said so I take it that that's what you want to be called, right?"
Becka nodded and wrapped her arm around Johnny's, leaning her head against his shoulder. Johnny's face became a little warm, being so close to a girl that he just met. Ponyboy laughed and began to lie down. "Why don't you stay here with us for the night and we'll talk more in the morning."
Johnny removed his arm from her's and laid down on the floor, too. Becka looked towards the door and then to the windows. She stared at them for a while before she was brought back to reality when Johnny said, "Aren't you tired?" She nodded and walked over to a spot directly across from him.
She wrapped her jacket securely around her and watched both Pony and Johnny as they began to fall asleep. Johnny watched her, too. 'Why was she so afraid? Why did she come here? Why does she keep touching me?' he thought to himself as sleep finally began to take him. The thought of a stranger sleeping in the same room with them didn't really bother him, to his surprise.
Pony sighed and closed his eyes, waiting for the moment that sleep would eventually take him.
Johnny's half open eyes searched the room around them. He felt Pony's warm breath against his arm, knowing that his friend was already asleep. He was still a little nervous about staying in this place. He kept having the disturbing feeling that someone was going to barge in and haul them away.
He decided to let the feeling go and at least try to get some sleep.
Johnny awoke with a start. He had only been asleep for about an hour or two when he heard someone open up the church door. He looked over at the door. It was cracked open.
He started to panic as he shook Ponyboy awake.
"What the-" Ponyboy looked up at his friend, his eyes still halfway shut. "What's the matter, Johnny?" Johnny looked at him with his big, black, scared eyes. "Pony, someone's here."
Ponyboy looked around the room, feeling the uncomfortable night breeze coming from the slightly opened door. "I don't remember leaving that open..." Johnny shook his head and said, "That's because you didn't. Someone opened it and that means that someone's inside."
Ponyboy felt the sudden act of panic start to weal up inside of him. Someone was inside the abandoned church with them, and they were supposed to be in hiding. 'It could be an assassin sent by the Soc. It could be some lunatic that's in hiding, too. Someone could be out looking for us. It could be the cops.' Johnny head swarmed with thoughts about who it could be, scaring himself even more in the process.
Ponyboy slowly stood up and began to walk towards the door. Johnny took his switchblade in his hand and braced himself. He watched in slow motion as Ponyboy closed the door and started to walk back to him. He stood up at looked around, too.
The must have circled that church about five times before they decided that no one was there and tried to go back to sleep. Johnny still had the feeling that someone was inside with them and it was really starting to scare him.
He tried to close his eyes, but they refused to shut. Someone was in there and he had to find out who it was before they decided to come out and show themselves. He looked down at Ponyboy, who was curled up into a ball and was already asleep.
He slowly stood up and quietly walked around the church again, this time he was looking even closer then last time. At one point or another, he started to hear someone else sneaking around, too. 'It's Ponyboy, it has to be Ponyboy.' he thought to himself, turning the corner and walking closer to and closer to the sounds. It was dark out, so he couldn't really see anything very good.
He walked over towards the door and quietly opened it, peeking his head outside. He jumped at the sound of someone's footsteps behind him. "Who's there?" he said, spinning around, clutching his white knuckles around his switchblade.
Silence filled the church, making him feel real uncomfortable. The moonlight moved towards the back of the room, shining itself on a girl. She had brown hair down to her mid-back and hazel eyes, she was wearing a black mini skirt, black socks up to her knees, a plain white shirt, and what seemed to be an "Air Force" Jacket. She looked just as scared as Johnny. "Who are you?" he asked, trying to keep his cool. She didn't answer him, but instead looked away and bent down on her knees, wrapping her arms around her legs.
He sighed and put his knife away. "Hey Pony!" he called out. He heard his friend scramble to his feet and run towards him. "What's wrong, Johnny?" He pointed at the girl and Pony stared at her with a very disturbed look. "Who is she?" Pony whispered to Johnny. His friend shrugged and said, "She won't talk to me. I think she's scared, though."
Pony turned his attention back to the girl and stared at her a little longer. "She doesn't look harmful...Man, she looks like she's around our age." The girl stared at them through a few strands of her messy hair. Both her and Johnny locked gazes with each other, neither of them attempting to move. Pony on the other hand, took a few steady steps forward and held out his hand.
"Hi there, miss. My name's Ponyboy and that there is Johnny. What's yours?" The girl kept her eyes on Johnny, but took Pony's hand and stood up. She wasn't very tall, but neither was she short. She let go of Pony's hand and slowly walked over to Johnny. Pony watched her movements with interest. Why was she walking over to his friend?
Once the girl made it all the way to Johnny, she surprised them both by leaning her head against him and burring her face in his shirt, as if she was crying. "Johnny, are you sure that you don't know her?" Pony asked, walking towards the two. Johnny shook his head and slowly wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "No, I've never se.." the two boys looked at her in shock. "That's you're name?" Ponyboy asked, still in shock at how long it was. Johnny shook his head and said, "No, her name's Becka. That's the last thing that you said so I take it that that's what you want to be called, right?"
Becka nodded and wrapped her arm around Johnny's, leaning her head against his shoulder. Johnny's face became a little warm, being so close to a girl that he just met. Ponyboy laughed and began to lie down. "Why don't you stay here with us for .." the two boys looked at her in shock. "That's you're name?" Ponyboy asked, still in shock at how long it was. Johnny shook his head and said, "No, her name's Becka. That's the last thing that you said so I take it that that's what you want to be called, right?"
Becka nodded and wrapped her arm around Johnny's, leaning her head against his shoulder. Johnny's face became a little warm, being so close to a girl that he just met. Ponyboy laughed and began to lie down. "Why don't you stay here with us for the night and we'll talk more in the morning."
Johnny removed his arm from her's and laid down on the floor, too. Becka looked towards the door and then to the windows. She stared at them for a while before she was brought back to reality when Johnny said, "Aren't you tired?" She nodded and walked over to a spot directly across from him.
She wrapped her jacket securely around her and watched both Pony and Johnny as they began to fall asleep. Johnny watched her, too. 'Why was she so afraid? Why did she come here? Why does she keep touching me?' he thought to himself as sleep finally began to take him. The thought of a stranger sleeping in the same room with them didn't really bother him, to his surprise.