Disclaimer: It's pretty much just . . . I own absolutely nothing you may actually recognize. I own Lauren and Emily and a few other characters that will be mentioned later in the story. And that's just about it.
A/N: I understand that Lauren and Pony may be moving a bit fast, but that's the whole point of the story. You'll get it eventually. I already have six chapters written, so I can't exactly change it without rewriting the whole story.
"You're So Sober"
Chapter 2: "The Words I Mumbled"
"Rise and shine, Ponyboy." I opened one eye to find Johnny standing over me, shaking me slightly.
"It's Saturday, Johnny, Time for sleep." I mumbled tiredly, yawning. I closed my eyes again, snuggling deeper into my blankets.
"C'mon, man. I told Emily me, you and Lauren would met her at the pack." He looked at me pleadingly with those big, black puppy dog eyes. I sighed and allowed him to pull me up. I managed to get ready quickly before he pulled me out the door Lauren was on her porch smoking a cigarette when we arrived at her house.
"Hey, loverboy, Ponydude." I didn't even bother to correct her this time. I was too busy thinking about how badly I wanted to kiss her.
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The sound of Emily's soft giggles filled the air as Johnny pushed her higher on the swing. Me and Lauren sat on the monkey bars, sharing a cigarette.
"I'd love to say, do you love me, but, I'm as humble as a bumble bee," Lauren sang softly looking down at her feet and taking a drag. She had a pretty good voice. "I've always wanted that." She said suddenly, nodding towards Johnny and Emily.
"What?" I asked, accepting the cigarette and taking a drag.
"Someone to love. Hell, maybe even love me back. Just to feel like you have a purpose, you know?" She sighed and shook her head, letting out a short, bitter laugh. "But greaser girls, they never really get that. They're just easy sex. Maybe even just someone to smack around. Take your anger out on," I stayed silent. I'd never really thought of it that way. But deep down, I knew she was somewhat right. Most greaser girls didn't get treated right. Maybe that's why they acted the way they did. Why they wore revealing clothes and swore too much and slept around. Because most guys treated them like trash. She let out another bitter laugh. "Maybe that's why the really sweet guys like you go for classy, smart, prude soc's like Cherry Valance." My head shot up and I had to think for a moment before replying.
"Sometime's guys want girls who can actually respect themselves." I said slowly. She glared at me and put the cigarette out.
"Yeah? Well, you know something, Ponyboy?" And I swear, I saw a single tear roll down her cheek. "It's kind of hard to respect yourself when noone else does."
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I walked into school with Johnny on Monday, both of us in completely different moods. He was so happy he was practically glowing and I was miserable and tired, not to mention extremely confused. After I got home from the park, I'd spent the entire weekend thinking about what Lauren had said. She was right. Most greaser girls didn't get the chance to experience love. Their boyfriends were either in jail, or smacking them around, or off two-timing them with some other greasy girl just like them. But, what if I could love Lauren? I sure as hell liked kissing her.
"I dunno, man." Johnny's voice brought me out of my thoughts. "You think I should just as her to be my girlfriend?" I smiled at him. I hadn't seen Johnny this happy in a long time. He laughed and smiles more, and he wasn't as shy or nervous.
"Yeah. You should." I replied. Emily saying yes to Johnny was the only thing I felt sure about right now.
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Anyone who knew of Lauren Delluco would say that she had no morals. That she'd been around the block more than a few times, or that she was just some greasy, trashy slut. But I just couldn't see Lauren that way. Not after what she'd shared with me, and not after seeing her cry. Even if it was just one tear. You may think I'm crazy, but I'd convinced myself that if I got to know the side of her that I've been seeing the past four days, I could fall in love with Lauren Delluco. The school slut. The cold, mean greaser who hated the world. And most importantly, the girl I saw on Saturday, who wanted more than anything in the world, to just be loved. And that's why I was standing on her front porch, knocking on her door. Her mother finally answered.
"I remember you," She smiled slightly. "You're the boy who took Lauren out on Friday." I nodded.
"Hi, Mrs. Delluco. Is Lauren home?" I asked politely. Hey, if I was going to love her daughter endlessly and unconditionally, I had to make a good impression, right?
"Yes, she is. Come on in. I'll go get her." I stepped inside and closed the door behind me as she disappeared up the stairs. A few minutes later, Lauren came downstairs, pulling on a sweater.
"My mom's all excited that I finally got a guy to come back after the first date." She said, smirking at me. "Which means, we're not staying here, so let's go."
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We walked in silence for a few minutes. I almost forgot what I'd wanted to say. I was too busy staring at her. Her normally perfectly straight hair fell in soft waves past her shoulders. She wore no make-up and sweat pants. She looked so different, but she was beautiful.
"So, Pony, What brought you to my house?" I was about to tell her everything I'd plan to say. But now, I realized how stupid it would sound. I can't just tell her I randomly decided to love her. So, I didn't the only thing I could think of. I kissed her. Big mistake. She pulled away.
"Sorry kid," She said. "It's nothing personal. I just don't give out seconds. Friday night was a one time thing."
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I hated myself two hours after I kissed her. Because I realized that we decided to be friends. And because we were friends, we kept walking, And because we kept walking, we kept talking. And while we talked, I was slowly falling in love with Lauren. The girl who wanted to be loved, yet just wouldn't allow it. The girl who would never be more than a friend. Damn irony. Before I could finish my silent rant, we got to Lauren's house. And she did the most unpredictable thing ever. She got on her tip-toes and kissed me.
"I thought you didn't..." But she cut me off.
"Maybe I just like you." She replied, walking away.
"I like you, too." I mumbled. But she didn't hear me.
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A/N: It's a bit longer than the last one. I'll post chapter 3 as soon as I get some reviews.