I took a deep breath as I enetered the house. 'That was a smooth move
Valentine. You just left Johnny back there and he's going to eventually
need to come in. You'll have to face him!' I shook my head trying to get
rid of the thoughts.
"You back already? Where's my candy?" Soda asked as he ran into the hallway and grabbed me up, putting me over his shoulder.
"Calm down will you?! I got it right here." I tried to pick it up off the ground but failed because I couldn't reach it. "Soda!" I said laughing. "Why the hell do you have to be so strong?" I hit his shoulder with my fist and he let me down. I straightened out suddenly remembering Johnny.
"I'm going to my room." I told him quickly as he snatched the bag of Chocolate Maltballs.
"Oh no you don't!" He dragged me into the living room with the guys. 'This is hell', I thought. I looked around the room for an escape route. The kitchen!
"Where's Johnny?" Dally said, he looked past me to the empty hallway.
"Oh, Johnny." I said. "He's coming, he was right behind me."
And sure enough the door opened with a creak and I had stopped breathing. What was I overreacting for? Only the fact that my older brothers would kill me if they found out I liked one of the gang! I just fell on the coach between Ponyboy and Two-Bit, not bothering to look up at all.
Johnny entered the living room, we both were thinking the same thing, 'don't make eye contact', because we didn't. Then suddenly horror struck me. What if Johnny wasn't even hinting about me? What if he was really talking about a friend? I suddenly began to feel extremely uncomfortable. Why did I have such a big mouth? Why did I always have to jump to conclusions?
"It took you two long enough." Darry had came in from the backyard.
I just shrugged it off and threw Dally the rest of the sour candies that Pony and I didn't already take. I took my sweater off and threw it behind the couch. That gave Two-Bit an idea.
"Remember how every year on your birthday we play truth or dare?" He asked suddenly using his excited voice. I rolled my eyes.
"No." I answered simply, not giving him the chance to finish.
"Why not?" He pretended to whine and being the kid he was, Soda joined in.
"Yeah come on!"
"No, it's so childish." I said matter-of-factly.
"Your beggining to sound like Darry." Pony said in a whispered voice.
"Well maybe I realize he's right about these games now." The truth was, I just didn't want to end up in a situation that I couldn't get out of.
"It's fun! Remember that one time you had to kiss Johnny?" Steeve said, recollecting.
Johnny's eyes met with my own for a second and we both looked away hurriedly.
"Yeah, I remember." Wow? Who couldn't. I was 14, he was 15 and it was both of our first kiss.
"Well if you ain't playing, I'm gunna get drunk." Two-Bit stopped watching Mickey Mouse on televison.
"You do that." I said with finality.
"Fine." Soda mumbled. "Some one get the beers."
"No." Darry said. "Ponyboy, Johnny, and Val ain't drinkin'."
"What?! I'm 16 years old."
"And I'm 17!" Johnny argued. We all knew he didn't want to drink though.
"I'm 15!" Pony whinned, he hated being the youngest and I really couldn't blame him
Wow I know this chapter is really lame and short but ill come up with a better chapter next. Hmmmw was Johnny talking about himself, or was he really talking about his friend?
"You back already? Where's my candy?" Soda asked as he ran into the hallway and grabbed me up, putting me over his shoulder.
"Calm down will you?! I got it right here." I tried to pick it up off the ground but failed because I couldn't reach it. "Soda!" I said laughing. "Why the hell do you have to be so strong?" I hit his shoulder with my fist and he let me down. I straightened out suddenly remembering Johnny.
"I'm going to my room." I told him quickly as he snatched the bag of Chocolate Maltballs.
"Oh no you don't!" He dragged me into the living room with the guys. 'This is hell', I thought. I looked around the room for an escape route. The kitchen!
"Where's Johnny?" Dally said, he looked past me to the empty hallway.
"Oh, Johnny." I said. "He's coming, he was right behind me."
And sure enough the door opened with a creak and I had stopped breathing. What was I overreacting for? Only the fact that my older brothers would kill me if they found out I liked one of the gang! I just fell on the coach between Ponyboy and Two-Bit, not bothering to look up at all.
Johnny entered the living room, we both were thinking the same thing, 'don't make eye contact', because we didn't. Then suddenly horror struck me. What if Johnny wasn't even hinting about me? What if he was really talking about a friend? I suddenly began to feel extremely uncomfortable. Why did I have such a big mouth? Why did I always have to jump to conclusions?
"It took you two long enough." Darry had came in from the backyard.
I just shrugged it off and threw Dally the rest of the sour candies that Pony and I didn't already take. I took my sweater off and threw it behind the couch. That gave Two-Bit an idea.
"Remember how every year on your birthday we play truth or dare?" He asked suddenly using his excited voice. I rolled my eyes.
"No." I answered simply, not giving him the chance to finish.
"Why not?" He pretended to whine and being the kid he was, Soda joined in.
"Yeah come on!"
"No, it's so childish." I said matter-of-factly.
"Your beggining to sound like Darry." Pony said in a whispered voice.
"Well maybe I realize he's right about these games now." The truth was, I just didn't want to end up in a situation that I couldn't get out of.
"It's fun! Remember that one time you had to kiss Johnny?" Steeve said, recollecting.
Johnny's eyes met with my own for a second and we both looked away hurriedly.
"Yeah, I remember." Wow? Who couldn't. I was 14, he was 15 and it was both of our first kiss.
"Well if you ain't playing, I'm gunna get drunk." Two-Bit stopped watching Mickey Mouse on televison.
"You do that." I said with finality.
"Fine." Soda mumbled. "Some one get the beers."
"No." Darry said. "Ponyboy, Johnny, and Val ain't drinkin'."
"What?! I'm 16 years old."
"And I'm 17!" Johnny argued. We all knew he didn't want to drink though.
"I'm 15!" Pony whinned, he hated being the youngest and I really couldn't blame him
Wow I know this chapter is really lame and short but ill come up with a better chapter next. Hmmmw was Johnny talking about himself, or was he really talking about his friend?