Chapter 5- (this chapter is written by Sandra Athrenael)

Pony's POV

It was Friday night, the night of our date. I was nervous as hell, but I didn't want to seem that way in front of Isabel. I put on my jeans with no holes in them, and my best t-shirt. I put some extra grease in my hair to keep it back and headed over to Isabel's. With each step I grew more and more anxious. When I was at her doorbell, my heart was hammering against my chest. I rang her doorbell quickly, and heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

Isabel opened the door, her eyes shining. Her hair had been curled towards the ends, falling in soft spirals around her shoulders. It looked really soft.

"You look great." I told her softly, taking her hand. I was surprised I had managed to squeak out a full sentence! She smiled wider.

"Thanks. You look pretty good yourself." She said, moving closer to me. Our hands were still locked, I noticed. Her slender, long fingers laced between my rough, clumsy ones.

We walked to the drive in and sat down in the forst row of seats.

"I'll get some popcorn." I said stiffly, shooting up and releasing her hand.

"Ok." She replied calmly. I wondered how she could be so laid back while I was practically falling apart from nerves.

When I got back, I saw to my horror Soda sitting next to Isabel, talking casually with her. I ran over.

"Soda, what are you doing?" I asked, giving him a look.

"Calm down Pony, we were just talking." Isabel said, laughing. "I'm glad we met. He's funny."

Soda smiled. "I'll leave you two lovebirds alone now." He practically sang, rising from my seat and leaning close to my ear. "She's quite a catch." He whispered.

I punched him gently in the arm. "Shut up Soda." When he left, I sat down, a bit more comfortable. "I see you met my brother." I said dully.

She laughed again. "Yes I did. He's nice. Reminded me of you." I smiled at that.

"Well, we are related." Then the movie started, and the audience quieted. I think it was a comedy, but I hardly paid attention. Every so often I would catch myself looking over at Isabel. I liked the way the corners of her mouth turned up, and the way her shoulders shook when she laughed.

She noticed me staring and turned her head so she was looking at me. "What?" She asked softly. I suddenly felt a strong urge to kiss her. So all in a second's time, I leaned forward and gave her a small peck on the lips. It wasn't anything big, but it was special.

Isabel sat there shocked, then finally regained her voice. "What was that for?" She asked, not in a disgusted kind of voice, but in a soft, shocked kind of way.

I felt all the blood rush to my cheeks. "I dunno." I admitted.

"It was nice." She smiled at me.

"It was." I agreed. Isabel moved closer to me, resting her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her, my head spinning. I felt like I was on a cloud, and now I couldn't pay attention to anything but her.

When the date was over, I walked her home, holding her hand the whole way. When we reached her house, she squeezed my hand, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Here it is, Thanks Ponyboy. I had a good time." All I could do was nod. She let go of my hand and walked up the steps, blowing me a final kiss goodbye before she disappeared into her house.