I don't think any of us knew exactly what to say. Inside, I tried to grasp
where I was, standing in the Curtis's living room. Home, at last, but why
was I not entirely happy? My mind was so fuzzy, I could see Darry's lips
moving, but it took along time for those words to register in my mind.
"Mattie..." He was lost for words," How...where...why...how did you get here?"
I could only muster up the energy to let out one word, "Train."
His face was screwed up in a way I'd never seen it, like he couldn't make up his mind whether to smile and welcome me or to shove me on the next train destined for North Carolina. Soda filled in the awkward silence.
"It's great to have you back, Mattie. You look beat, are you hungry?" He smiled, sending a short-lived relief through my body.
"Where's Pony?" I asked, dropping my suitcase like a ton of bricks. Soda's grin was wiped off of his face.
"He's sleeping," Darry gestured behind him to Pony and Soda's room, "He's been knocked out since Saturday."
I made to move around him, but he moved in front of me. "You can see him in the morning, Mattie. He's asleep now, there's no point in..." but I didn't listen. I hastily brushed past him and down the hall. As soon as I had stepped in the doorway I knew there had to be some mistake. That person, lying so still, barely breathing, that person couldn't be Ponyboy Curtis. He was...was...Well, he was blonde.
"You got yourself into a real mess this time, Curtis." He shifted but didn't wake.
That night I had a dream that I was sitting back on the train. There was a strange feeling inside me. Was it fear? Or maybe excitement? All I knew was that wherever I was headed was the place I most wanted to get to, or at least I thought that's where I wanted to get to. But when I got off, everything was different then what I'd thought. It wasn't as brilliant as I had hoped it to be.
When I woke up it was still dark outside except for the ominous glow of the streetlamp flowing through the blinds and leaving a striped pattern on my pillow. I rolled onto my side, almost causing me to fall off the couch, and tried to catch a few more hours sleep before the sun rose. I couldn't sleep. Partially, because I was trying to remember the dream I'd been having, but most of the time I wouldn't remember my dreams until late afternoon, which is kind of strange, I guess. The other reason why I couldn't fall to sleep again was because I'd been so spoiled with my nice, soft, cushiony bed back in North Carolina, that I might as well have been sleeping on rocks that night.
I lay awake until I could see the pink haze of dawn rise up above the houses, thinking hard about nothing in particular. I waited an hour expecting Darry to get up and go to work, but he didn't. Hunger forced me to get up and begin making breakfast. It was, too, quiet. The silence filled my ears. For a minute I wondered why no one was bursting through the door to blast cartoons on the TV. I couldn't help but laugh at the stupidity of my thoughts, my brain was so fried.
I ate my breakfast, getting frustrated that I was the only one up. Cleaning my dishes I "accidentally" dropped my fork on the ground a few times, but no luck, no one would wake. I took a shower and dressed (a green skirt that settled just below my knees, if you must know.) I sat impatiently on the couch, unwillingly forced to face reality. Johnny and Dallas would never walk through that door, again. I didn't have to even try to stop the tears from coming. As a matter of fact I spent a quarter of an hour trying to make tears fill my eyes. I felt wicked, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't cry. Honestly, I'd never expected Johnny and Dally to live that long, anyway. I sighed, resting my head in my hands. I guess that's when I saw the record player sitting in the corner. How come I'd never noticed it there before?
I smiled to myself. Jumped off the couch and ran into Pony and Soda's bedroom, yanked my suitcase out from under the bed, and reached down to the bottom, impatiently throwing my clothes aside. I found my records and hugged them to my chest, breathing a sigh of relief.
"Mattie?" Pony whispered his eyes only half-way open.
"Pony?" But Pony had already fallen back to sleep. I laughed silently and took one of his stray, blonde hairs between my fingers. "Blonde." I smiled, biting my lip to suppress my laughter.
I cleaned off the layers of dust that rested on the record player. My Fair Lady, rested on the top of the pile, I put it on, no longer concerned about the sleeping members of the household.
"Bed! I couldn't go to bed!
My head's too light to try to set it down! Sleep! Sleep!
I couldn't sleep tonight.
Not for all the jewels in the crown!
I could have danced all night!
I could have danced all night!
And still have begged for more.
I could have spread my wings
And done a thousand things I've never done before.
I'll never know what made it so exciting;
Why all at once My heart took flight. I only know when he
Began to dance with me I could have danced,
danced, danced all night!"
I was in heaven. I danced around the room as gracefully as I could manage; transformed for a little while into someone that wasn't me. It was so wonderful, so exhilarating. Okay, you'd most likely think I was nuts, but I was fine with that. Darry, Two-bit, and Soda thought that I had gone mental as they watched me sing. I was surprised that I wasn't embarrassed when the song stopped and they stared at me with half amused, half terrified looks on their faces. I bowed, well, what I was supposed to do, just stand there like and idiot? When I had finished my show, Two-bit was only curious about one thing.
"What are you wearing?"
Hey ya'll! I'm done for now. Sorry, it took a long time for me to update. The song is from My Fair Lady, and no I don't own it. Please review!
Meggie- I got Hairspray, I already made a copy for you and I'll give it to you next Sunday!
"Mattie..." He was lost for words," How...where...why...how did you get here?"
I could only muster up the energy to let out one word, "Train."
His face was screwed up in a way I'd never seen it, like he couldn't make up his mind whether to smile and welcome me or to shove me on the next train destined for North Carolina. Soda filled in the awkward silence.
"It's great to have you back, Mattie. You look beat, are you hungry?" He smiled, sending a short-lived relief through my body.
"Where's Pony?" I asked, dropping my suitcase like a ton of bricks. Soda's grin was wiped off of his face.
"He's sleeping," Darry gestured behind him to Pony and Soda's room, "He's been knocked out since Saturday."
I made to move around him, but he moved in front of me. "You can see him in the morning, Mattie. He's asleep now, there's no point in..." but I didn't listen. I hastily brushed past him and down the hall. As soon as I had stepped in the doorway I knew there had to be some mistake. That person, lying so still, barely breathing, that person couldn't be Ponyboy Curtis. He was...was...Well, he was blonde.
"You got yourself into a real mess this time, Curtis." He shifted but didn't wake.
That night I had a dream that I was sitting back on the train. There was a strange feeling inside me. Was it fear? Or maybe excitement? All I knew was that wherever I was headed was the place I most wanted to get to, or at least I thought that's where I wanted to get to. But when I got off, everything was different then what I'd thought. It wasn't as brilliant as I had hoped it to be.
When I woke up it was still dark outside except for the ominous glow of the streetlamp flowing through the blinds and leaving a striped pattern on my pillow. I rolled onto my side, almost causing me to fall off the couch, and tried to catch a few more hours sleep before the sun rose. I couldn't sleep. Partially, because I was trying to remember the dream I'd been having, but most of the time I wouldn't remember my dreams until late afternoon, which is kind of strange, I guess. The other reason why I couldn't fall to sleep again was because I'd been so spoiled with my nice, soft, cushiony bed back in North Carolina, that I might as well have been sleeping on rocks that night.
I lay awake until I could see the pink haze of dawn rise up above the houses, thinking hard about nothing in particular. I waited an hour expecting Darry to get up and go to work, but he didn't. Hunger forced me to get up and begin making breakfast. It was, too, quiet. The silence filled my ears. For a minute I wondered why no one was bursting through the door to blast cartoons on the TV. I couldn't help but laugh at the stupidity of my thoughts, my brain was so fried.
I ate my breakfast, getting frustrated that I was the only one up. Cleaning my dishes I "accidentally" dropped my fork on the ground a few times, but no luck, no one would wake. I took a shower and dressed (a green skirt that settled just below my knees, if you must know.) I sat impatiently on the couch, unwillingly forced to face reality. Johnny and Dallas would never walk through that door, again. I didn't have to even try to stop the tears from coming. As a matter of fact I spent a quarter of an hour trying to make tears fill my eyes. I felt wicked, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't cry. Honestly, I'd never expected Johnny and Dally to live that long, anyway. I sighed, resting my head in my hands. I guess that's when I saw the record player sitting in the corner. How come I'd never noticed it there before?
I smiled to myself. Jumped off the couch and ran into Pony and Soda's bedroom, yanked my suitcase out from under the bed, and reached down to the bottom, impatiently throwing my clothes aside. I found my records and hugged them to my chest, breathing a sigh of relief.
"Mattie?" Pony whispered his eyes only half-way open.
"Pony?" But Pony had already fallen back to sleep. I laughed silently and took one of his stray, blonde hairs between my fingers. "Blonde." I smiled, biting my lip to suppress my laughter.
I cleaned off the layers of dust that rested on the record player. My Fair Lady, rested on the top of the pile, I put it on, no longer concerned about the sleeping members of the household.
"Bed! I couldn't go to bed!
My head's too light to try to set it down! Sleep! Sleep!
I couldn't sleep tonight.
Not for all the jewels in the crown!
I could have danced all night!
I could have danced all night!
And still have begged for more.
I could have spread my wings
And done a thousand things I've never done before.
I'll never know what made it so exciting;
Why all at once My heart took flight. I only know when he
Began to dance with me I could have danced,
danced, danced all night!"
I was in heaven. I danced around the room as gracefully as I could manage; transformed for a little while into someone that wasn't me. It was so wonderful, so exhilarating. Okay, you'd most likely think I was nuts, but I was fine with that. Darry, Two-bit, and Soda thought that I had gone mental as they watched me sing. I was surprised that I wasn't embarrassed when the song stopped and they stared at me with half amused, half terrified looks on their faces. I bowed, well, what I was supposed to do, just stand there like and idiot? When I had finished my show, Two-bit was only curious about one thing.
"What are you wearing?"
Hey ya'll! I'm done for now. Sorry, it took a long time for me to update. The song is from My Fair Lady, and no I don't own it. Please review!
Meggie- I got Hairspray, I already made a copy for you and I'll give it to you next Sunday!