"Falling"
This chapter is written by Sandra Athrenael.
Chapter 4-Dinner and a Movie (What? I couldn't come up with anything creative, I'm sorry!)
::Isabel's POV::
We walked into the foyer, and I led Pony to the kitchen where my mom was cooking tonight's dinner.
"Hey mom." I said, alerting her that I was home. She turned around, a smile on her face.
"Hey Izzy! How was school?" She paused mid sentence. "Who's this?" She asked, gesturing to Ponyboy.
"This is Ponyboy, mom. He's my friend from school. He came here to work on a project with me." Ponyboy shook my mother's hand.
"That's such an unusual name, Ponyboy, is it your real one?" Mom asked. I groaned.
"Yes ma'am, my father was a bit of an eccentric. I have a brother named Sodapop also." He told her. She laughed, turning back to her cooking.
"Ok, well I won't hold you up any longer. You two go work on your project. Ponyboy, do you want to stay for dinner?" I saw him fidget nervously, his hands in his pockets. "I'll take that as a yes, and by the way Ponyboy, we're happy to have you here." She finished.
Pony smiled timidly, and I grabbed his hand and pulled him upstairs.
When we were in my room, Pony regained his voice and said, "Your mom
is really nice." I laughed.
"Try living with her." I mumbled. "So, uh, let's get started on the
project." I suggested. Ponyboy nodded and reached for his backpack,
pulling out "Gone With the Wind". He sat down on my bed, glancing at
my poster covered walls in awe. The time seemed to pass quickly once
we were started, and Pony grew less and less shy, which is funny,
because as the minutes passed I grew more and more close to him as
well.
* * *
IxI Dinner IxI
::Pony's POV::
When Isabel and I walked down the stairs, I could already smell the aroma of food. I was used to it of course, my brothers and I being chefs, but this was different somehow. Maybe it was because a mom was cooking it. As we entered the dining room, Mrs. Zuko was placing steaming plates of food on the table.
"Looks good." I told her. She beamed at me and pointed to a chair.
"You can sit there, Ponyboy, right next to Isabel." I hear Isabel groan. In my head, I thanked her, because I would've felt uncomfortable sitting next to anyone else. I sat down, Isabel to my left, and rested my hands in my lap, twiddling my thumbs.
"Sorry about my mom, Pony." She said, obviously embarrassed.
"No, uh, no, she's really nice." I stuttered. I really meant it too, I just wasn't good at saying these things. Suddenly the front door opened, and Isabel's father and brother walked in. Mrs. Zuko came to the door and hugged her husband.
"Hey babe." He said, kissing her cheek. Then he looked at me and Isabel. "Hey Izzy, who's that?" He said, pointing at me curiously.
"Dad, this is Ponyboy Curtis. He came here to work on a project for school." I stood up hastily and stuck out my hand. To my relief, Mr. Zuko shook it, smiling.
"Well, I'm glad to see you made a friend so soon, Izzy." He said, facing his daughter. I looked at Isabel's brother. He was staring at me, a sour look on his face. I brushed it off, and figured he was probably just overprotective and didn't like the idea of Isabel hanging out with a boy. Isabel's dad sat down, and dinner started. The food was wonderful, but every so often the hairs on the back of my neck would stand up, and I would look up to find Isabel's brother glaring at me.
I couldn't figure out what would make him dislike me so much. When dinner was over, Isabel and I went back up to her room. It felt kind of awkward for me to be all alone in a room with a girl. We sat down on her bed and she smiled. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. "Dinner was good." I said, struggling to think of something else to say.
She laughed. "Pony loosen up, you look so nervous!" I smiled anxiously, and fiddled with my hand. I hate being shy, I really do, I haven't even had one girlfriend yet because of it. Isabel locked eyes with me, and my heart stopped beating. She had the nicest eyes I had ever seen. Suddenly I felt words building up in my throat, fighting to escape.
"Uh, Isabel?" I started. She listened, a smile on her face still. "Do you, I mean, D'you wanna go out with me sometime? Like, to the drive in or something." She paused for a minute before answering. For a whole agonizing minute, I thought she would say no, and I flustered. What if she said no? "I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to I just thought-" She put her hand over my mouth to shut me up.
"I'd love to Pony, it sounds like a date. How about Friday? Is 7:00 a good time for you to come pick me up?" I just stared. Did she really just say yes? My heart decided to beat again, but now it was very fast, and made it hard to breath. I grinned widely, mouthing her words.
"It sounds like a date, then." I echoed. Isabel pulled me into a hug, and I stood there awkwardly for a moment before putting my arms around her. She pulled away.
"You'd better start going home." She suggested. I nodded numbly, and collected my stuff. She walked me to the door. "I'll see you tomorrow Ponyboy." She called after me as I walked away.
As I walked home, it seemed like all my thoughts, no, my whole brain, was consumed by Isabel.
Chapter 4-Dinner and a Movie (What? I couldn't come up with anything creative, I'm sorry!)
::Isabel's POV::
We walked into the foyer, and I led Pony to the kitchen where my mom was cooking tonight's dinner.
"Hey mom." I said, alerting her that I was home. She turned around, a smile on her face.
"Hey Izzy! How was school?" She paused mid sentence. "Who's this?" She asked, gesturing to Ponyboy.
"This is Ponyboy, mom. He's my friend from school. He came here to work on a project with me." Ponyboy shook my mother's hand.
"That's such an unusual name, Ponyboy, is it your real one?" Mom asked. I groaned.
"Yes ma'am, my father was a bit of an eccentric. I have a brother named Sodapop also." He told her. She laughed, turning back to her cooking.
"Ok, well I won't hold you up any longer. You two go work on your project. Ponyboy, do you want to stay for dinner?" I saw him fidget nervously, his hands in his pockets. "I'll take that as a yes, and by the way Ponyboy, we're happy to have you here." She finished.
Pony smiled timidly, and I grabbed his hand and pulled him upstairs.
When we were in my room, Pony regained his voice and said, "Your mom
is really nice." I laughed.
"Try living with her." I mumbled. "So, uh, let's get started on the
project." I suggested. Ponyboy nodded and reached for his backpack,
pulling out "Gone With the Wind". He sat down on my bed, glancing at
my poster covered walls in awe. The time seemed to pass quickly once
we were started, and Pony grew less and less shy, which is funny,
because as the minutes passed I grew more and more close to him as
well.
* * *
IxI Dinner IxI
::Pony's POV::
When Isabel and I walked down the stairs, I could already smell the aroma of food. I was used to it of course, my brothers and I being chefs, but this was different somehow. Maybe it was because a mom was cooking it. As we entered the dining room, Mrs. Zuko was placing steaming plates of food on the table.
"Looks good." I told her. She beamed at me and pointed to a chair.
"You can sit there, Ponyboy, right next to Isabel." I hear Isabel groan. In my head, I thanked her, because I would've felt uncomfortable sitting next to anyone else. I sat down, Isabel to my left, and rested my hands in my lap, twiddling my thumbs.
"Sorry about my mom, Pony." She said, obviously embarrassed.
"No, uh, no, she's really nice." I stuttered. I really meant it too, I just wasn't good at saying these things. Suddenly the front door opened, and Isabel's father and brother walked in. Mrs. Zuko came to the door and hugged her husband.
"Hey babe." He said, kissing her cheek. Then he looked at me and Isabel. "Hey Izzy, who's that?" He said, pointing at me curiously.
"Dad, this is Ponyboy Curtis. He came here to work on a project for school." I stood up hastily and stuck out my hand. To my relief, Mr. Zuko shook it, smiling.
"Well, I'm glad to see you made a friend so soon, Izzy." He said, facing his daughter. I looked at Isabel's brother. He was staring at me, a sour look on his face. I brushed it off, and figured he was probably just overprotective and didn't like the idea of Isabel hanging out with a boy. Isabel's dad sat down, and dinner started. The food was wonderful, but every so often the hairs on the back of my neck would stand up, and I would look up to find Isabel's brother glaring at me.
I couldn't figure out what would make him dislike me so much. When dinner was over, Isabel and I went back up to her room. It felt kind of awkward for me to be all alone in a room with a girl. We sat down on her bed and she smiled. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. "Dinner was good." I said, struggling to think of something else to say.
She laughed. "Pony loosen up, you look so nervous!" I smiled anxiously, and fiddled with my hand. I hate being shy, I really do, I haven't even had one girlfriend yet because of it. Isabel locked eyes with me, and my heart stopped beating. She had the nicest eyes I had ever seen. Suddenly I felt words building up in my throat, fighting to escape.
"Uh, Isabel?" I started. She listened, a smile on her face still. "Do you, I mean, D'you wanna go out with me sometime? Like, to the drive in or something." She paused for a minute before answering. For a whole agonizing minute, I thought she would say no, and I flustered. What if she said no? "I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to I just thought-" She put her hand over my mouth to shut me up.
"I'd love to Pony, it sounds like a date. How about Friday? Is 7:00 a good time for you to come pick me up?" I just stared. Did she really just say yes? My heart decided to beat again, but now it was very fast, and made it hard to breath. I grinned widely, mouthing her words.
"It sounds like a date, then." I echoed. Isabel pulled me into a hug, and I stood there awkwardly for a moment before putting my arms around her. She pulled away.
"You'd better start going home." She suggested. I nodded numbly, and collected my stuff. She walked me to the door. "I'll see you tomorrow Ponyboy." She called after me as I walked away.
As I walked home, it seemed like all my thoughts, no, my whole brain, was consumed by Isabel.