A/N: Hi. me again. greetings. i know its been a long time but you see, there were these aliens and... anyway... heres the much awaited chapter six!!
I wanted to crawl under the sidewalk and never come out. But I didn't show it. I kept my cool, though I could feel the color drain from my face. I automatically reached to my back pocket for my switchblade.
"Just act normal," Cherry said. "Maybe they won't see us."
"I'm a natural normal," Tow-Bit said in his Two-Bit like ways. But I was scared and I knew that Ponyboy could tell by the way his green eyes glanced at me.
The Mustang passed us and I breathed a sigh of relief.
"That was close," Marcia said. Then she and Two-Bit continued their conversation as did Pony and Cherry. I was left to my thoughts and I began to remember things in spite of myself. I remembered the day that those Socs jumped me. I remembered the day my dad really lost it and almost put me in the hospital. I remembered all the horrors of my childhood. I think my parents would have forgotten to feed me if I had stopped crying just for one second. And, though I tried not to, I remembered the day Pony's parents had died. We all stood around at the funeral. Pony had cried. So had Sodapop, his usual contagious grin seemed to have been buried along with his parents. But Darry stood there, arms crossed with a troubled look on his face. Even I had cried a little. Their mom had always been nice. She didn't ask questions about my scars like other people. And she was always quick to let me stay over there...
"...I bet he wishes he could stick me in a home somewhere," Pony was saying to Cherry, pulling me from my thoughts. "And he would to if Soda would let him." Two-Bit and I were staring at him now.
"That aint right, Pony," Two-Bit said. "You got it wrong."
"I thought ya'll got along real well," I said softly.
"Well, we don't," he said. "And you can shut your mouth, Johnny Cade 'cause we all know you aint wanted at home either. And you can't blame them." he'd gone too far. That hurt more than anything. I stared at Pony with big black eyes. I wanted to run away and hide somewhere and cry. But I didn't let on. I felt as though I'd been slapped across the face.
Two-Bit slapped Pony.
"You shut your mouth, kid," he said angrily. Then he went into how he'd knock him real good if he weren't Sodapop's kid brother. Then he turned to me.
"He didn't mean it," he said, looking me in the eyes.
"I'm sorry, Johnny," Ponyboy said. "I was just mad." I knew the extent of anger. It was pretty. Anger had given me many a scar.
"It's true," I whispered with what I thought was a bleak grin. "I don't care." I cared more than anything.
I guess we had forgotten that Cherry and Marcia were there. They stood completely silent. Cherry's mouth was pushed into a tight line and her face was pale. I followed her gaze to see the blue Mustang come up slowly.
"I guess they've spotted us," she said. The two boys in the front seat got out and walked over to the girls. They didn't even seem to notice us.
"Cherry, Marcia, listen to us," the one with the dark hair said. I stared at him in horror as memories came rushing back at a startling rate. I absent-mindedly touched the scar on my face as I stared at his hands. He had three rings on. Heavy, metal rings that gleamed in the moonlight.
I watched it all happen. Cherry yelled at one of the Socs. I think his name was Bob. And Marcia gave the other a cold stare.
"And even if you are mad at us, that's no reason to go walking the street with these bums," the Soc said.
"Who you callin' bums?" Two-Bit said, putting his elbow on my shoulder.
"Listen, greasers, we got four more of us in the back seat..." the Soc said.
"Then pity the back seat," Two-Bit said, eyes to the sky.
"You lookin' for a fight?" Two-Bit did his world famous eyebrow cock and made himself look even cooler.
"You mean if I'm looking for a good jumping, you outnumber us so you'll give it to us." He broke the end of an empty bottle and handed it to Ponyboy. Then he and I flipped out our switchblades. "Try it, pal." But Cherry intervened with some comment about how she hated fights. The girls got in the car and we watched as blue Mustang drove off.
A/N: so... what did you think? ya'll know what to do. Review!!!!!!
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