Nope, didn't forget about it. Right now in class it's required that we read
the book and answer questions, etc so I've been in a very Ponyboy-ish mood
lately(. Enjoy! By the way, I made a wallpaper based on the Outsiders /
this fanfiction. Please check it out and let me know how it is. Be
truthful, not mean!! Feel free to use it on your sites if you have them,
the only thing I ask is that you don't say you made them. It's called
plagiarism(. Thanks - oh
and by the way, got the pics from:
check it out,
best pics from the movie that I've yet to see. Anyway, back to my story!
Chapter 8
That morning I woke up in a sort of confused haze as I reached to turn off my annoying alarm clock blasting the radio to wake me up for school. Had I dreamt it all? Maybe I did. Maybe Soda was alright and he was lying right next to me snoring as loud as possible like he always was. And, while I was at it, maybe Johnny was snoozing on our couch because he had to get out of the house when his dad got home drunk. I shook my head and when my head cleared I realized how desperately I missed Johnnycake. The gang had lost its two most memorable personalities. That of Johnny, the lost puppy-dog that was forced into a corner and had been kicked too many times; and Dally. Dally was the rebellious, mean, bitter one with nothing but pure hatred for the world and everything in it. The truth was all both of them needed to survive were a little love and compassion from someone other than the members of the gang. That's all.
I forced myself up out of my oh-so comfortable bed and into the shower. I could hear Darry making breakfast in the kitchen and by the smell of things I guessed eggs and toast. Once I got out of the hot shower (which I also didn't want to get out of), I sauntered into the kitchen where Darry was pouring himself the black coffee he always drank in the morning.
"There you are," he said as a plate with eggs and toast (I was right) was placed in front of me, as well as a glass of chocolate milk, "The hospital called early this morning." My breath stopped for a second when he said the word "hospital", but then started up again when I saw the smile on his face.
"What'd they say? Is Soda gonna' be able to walk?" I started asking a million questions, not taking it into consideration that Darry could only say one thing at once
"Whoa, Pony calm down. They don't know anything for sure yet so don't get your hopes all up. But, they say he has a good chance that he'll only be paralyzed temporarily," My heart soared. Maybe things were starting to go well for us.
When I got to school there was still fifteen minutes before classes started, so I sat on the steps leading up to the front doors studying for the science test that was expected for third period. Science is pretty easy for me so I really didn't need to study but since I had nothing better to do I thought a little extra catching up wouldn't hurt.
"Hey Pony," Meg said as she sat down next to me. She looked especially pretty today with her hair pinned back with a clip and a navy blue cardigan on. But gosh, she was some pretty. No wonder she was related to Cherry. I just nodded my head as she sat down beside me on the cold, hard steps.
"How's Soda?" she asked. I could feel the familiar eyes of socs staring at us as usual whenever we were together. I was going to say something to them but decided not to. Greasers don't start trouble with Socs, Socs start trouble with Greasers.
"He might be paralyzed but they don't know for sure yet," I replied simply, leaving out the fact that I bawled that night. I felt comfortable talking to her just like I did when I first met Cherry, but not that comfortable. I wished she hadn't even asked; I wished that she would just talk about something non-controversial like school or a tuff movie playing.
"When will you know? I hope he gets better Pony, really. Is there anything I can do?" I could see the morning sun sparkling in her eyes. Gosh, she was pretty.
"It's okay," I started, "...thanks anyway." She smiled at me and we talked on those steps about random things until the bell rang. I can't really remember what we talked about exactly, probably because I wasn't really even talking. All I saw was her lips moving and I nodded once and a while. All I could concentrate on was how attractive this girl was.
School was like usual; I got a B on an English test, which should satisfy Darry due to his newfound acceptance of me since the night Johnny and I...well, you know. It was becoming a ritual; Meg would surprise me at my locker or outside the school, batting her eyelashes as the socs snarled at us. The strange thing was, she didn't seem to notice. We were walking slowly off school property talking about Mr. Whitfield's class when she all of a sudden stopped.
"What?" I asked
"Nothing..." she started at first, but when she just stood there staring at her feet I asked again. This time her reply was of more importance, "It's just...well I know we've just started to become friends and things are kind of hard for us because Cherry is my cousin and all...and you being a greaser or whatever, but...do you think you'd like to come over for dinner tonight? If you're going to see Soda it's okay; that's more important." I was shocked. No girl had ever asked me, Darry or Sodapop to have dinner at their house. Probably because the only girls we normally hung around were dirty girls that used foul words and smoked a lot.
"Sure," I replied hesitantly. I really did want to go.
"Are you sure? It's just because my aunt and uncle have been asking if I've met any new friends and I told them about you..." Oh great, I thought. What did she tell them? That I was a hood that carried around a switchblade and wore way too much hair grease? Or even worse, did she say I was a "nice boy"? Maybe I shouldn't go...
"Will...uh...will Cherry be there?" I asked. I liked Cherry, she was pretty tuff. But for some reason we hadn't been talking lately and it would be pretty awkward for me to be there with her cousin and not say anything to her.
"No, she's going to some party tonight. I was invited too but I don't really feel like going. Like I said, you really don't have to come. Only if you want to," I smiled and said that I'd love to.
Chapter 8
That morning I woke up in a sort of confused haze as I reached to turn off my annoying alarm clock blasting the radio to wake me up for school. Had I dreamt it all? Maybe I did. Maybe Soda was alright and he was lying right next to me snoring as loud as possible like he always was. And, while I was at it, maybe Johnny was snoozing on our couch because he had to get out of the house when his dad got home drunk. I shook my head and when my head cleared I realized how desperately I missed Johnnycake. The gang had lost its two most memorable personalities. That of Johnny, the lost puppy-dog that was forced into a corner and had been kicked too many times; and Dally. Dally was the rebellious, mean, bitter one with nothing but pure hatred for the world and everything in it. The truth was all both of them needed to survive were a little love and compassion from someone other than the members of the gang. That's all.
I forced myself up out of my oh-so comfortable bed and into the shower. I could hear Darry making breakfast in the kitchen and by the smell of things I guessed eggs and toast. Once I got out of the hot shower (which I also didn't want to get out of), I sauntered into the kitchen where Darry was pouring himself the black coffee he always drank in the morning.
"There you are," he said as a plate with eggs and toast (I was right) was placed in front of me, as well as a glass of chocolate milk, "The hospital called early this morning." My breath stopped for a second when he said the word "hospital", but then started up again when I saw the smile on his face.
"What'd they say? Is Soda gonna' be able to walk?" I started asking a million questions, not taking it into consideration that Darry could only say one thing at once
"Whoa, Pony calm down. They don't know anything for sure yet so don't get your hopes all up. But, they say he has a good chance that he'll only be paralyzed temporarily," My heart soared. Maybe things were starting to go well for us.
When I got to school there was still fifteen minutes before classes started, so I sat on the steps leading up to the front doors studying for the science test that was expected for third period. Science is pretty easy for me so I really didn't need to study but since I had nothing better to do I thought a little extra catching up wouldn't hurt.
"Hey Pony," Meg said as she sat down next to me. She looked especially pretty today with her hair pinned back with a clip and a navy blue cardigan on. But gosh, she was some pretty. No wonder she was related to Cherry. I just nodded my head as she sat down beside me on the cold, hard steps.
"How's Soda?" she asked. I could feel the familiar eyes of socs staring at us as usual whenever we were together. I was going to say something to them but decided not to. Greasers don't start trouble with Socs, Socs start trouble with Greasers.
"He might be paralyzed but they don't know for sure yet," I replied simply, leaving out the fact that I bawled that night. I felt comfortable talking to her just like I did when I first met Cherry, but not that comfortable. I wished she hadn't even asked; I wished that she would just talk about something non-controversial like school or a tuff movie playing.
"When will you know? I hope he gets better Pony, really. Is there anything I can do?" I could see the morning sun sparkling in her eyes. Gosh, she was pretty.
"It's okay," I started, "...thanks anyway." She smiled at me and we talked on those steps about random things until the bell rang. I can't really remember what we talked about exactly, probably because I wasn't really even talking. All I saw was her lips moving and I nodded once and a while. All I could concentrate on was how attractive this girl was.
School was like usual; I got a B on an English test, which should satisfy Darry due to his newfound acceptance of me since the night Johnny and I...well, you know. It was becoming a ritual; Meg would surprise me at my locker or outside the school, batting her eyelashes as the socs snarled at us. The strange thing was, she didn't seem to notice. We were walking slowly off school property talking about Mr. Whitfield's class when she all of a sudden stopped.
"What?" I asked
"Nothing..." she started at first, but when she just stood there staring at her feet I asked again. This time her reply was of more importance, "It's just...well I know we've just started to become friends and things are kind of hard for us because Cherry is my cousin and all...and you being a greaser or whatever, but...do you think you'd like to come over for dinner tonight? If you're going to see Soda it's okay; that's more important." I was shocked. No girl had ever asked me, Darry or Sodapop to have dinner at their house. Probably because the only girls we normally hung around were dirty girls that used foul words and smoked a lot.
"Sure," I replied hesitantly. I really did want to go.
"Are you sure? It's just because my aunt and uncle have been asking if I've met any new friends and I told them about you..." Oh great, I thought. What did she tell them? That I was a hood that carried around a switchblade and wore way too much hair grease? Or even worse, did she say I was a "nice boy"? Maybe I shouldn't go...
"Will...uh...will Cherry be there?" I asked. I liked Cherry, she was pretty tuff. But for some reason we hadn't been talking lately and it would be pretty awkward for me to be there with her cousin and not say anything to her.
"No, she's going to some party tonight. I was invited too but I don't really feel like going. Like I said, you really don't have to come. Only if you want to," I smiled and said that I'd love to.