After a few minutes, the boy came back into the room, only this time he had jeans and an old shirt on. Not knowing what to do before breakfast, he sat down on the other end of the sofa. I didn't have anything to do myself, so I thought a conversation would be nice. He looked like the shy type, so I made the first move.
"Hi my name is Cassie, what's yours?" I asked brightly, then secretly cursing myself for sounding like a complete bimbo.
"Ponyboy" he answered.
"Well that's an original name."
"Thanks"
Then came the awkward silence.
"So are you're Jessie's sister?" he asked politely
"Um...yeah, we don't really look alike though" then I look at his face, I couldn't tell what he was thinking as he took a good look at me. Hell, why do I even care what he thinks, I'm not trying to please him.
"So what's school like here?" believe me, the last thing I wanted to talk about was school, but Ponyboy...or whatever his name was gave me no choice! He was dead silent. I just assumed he was the studious type since, well, most other types would be a lot more talkative. Then a thought struck me, maybe it was just me.
"um, it's alright...so u going to high school?" he replied.
Well, at least that got him talking! Halleluiah!
"yeah, at least I think so. Because I went to high school in Australia, but apparently the American system is different".
And with that Jessie finally finished 'getting the milk' and we left. About time too! I was starving and craving to sometime by myself.