Thanks to:
Sarah126 - I'm going to write more don't worry. I think Two-bit will learn his lesson.
Steves-girl - Thanks, i wanted it to be different. There are alot of the same plot/style stories out there, and I really didn't want to write one like that.
Krista - Yeah, I agree it needs more chapters. Thanks for the review!
Locket the Lookout - Thanks for the encouragement
Hahukum Konn- you think? I guess we'll soon find out.
Flipwise - I would have a bunch of Soda and Darry fan girls attack me if i do kill them wouldn't i?
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE OUTSIDERS!
Chapter 3: Numbers
Pony's POVI kept looking at the phone near the waiting room, I was thinking of calling Steve, but I was afraid that someone with some news would come and not see me and leave. Now that was a stupid thought, because if they didn't see you in the waiting room they would find you elsewhere. I debated. Why was this so hard? I mean it was just a phone call. Just a phone call.
I looked at the clock deciding if it was early in the morning I wouldn't do it. I glanced up at the clock seeing it was 2 a.m. 2 A.M. man, had it been that late. I should call Steve.
"FINE CALL STEVE" I yelled at myself.
Now the few people that were in the waiting room were staring at me funny. I couldn't blame them. I felt myself go beet red. I briskly walked toward the phone ignoring the whispers and snickers. I picked up the phone I put my finger on the one and started to start to dial, but stopped. I forgot Steve's phone number.
"PONY HOW COULD YOU FORGOT STEVE'S NUMBER" I silently yelled to myself. Key word silently.
I held the phone to my chest thinking. I rambled off more numbers under my breath trying to remember. "Lets see is it, 555-9087, no that's Two-bits." (That is NOT Two-bits number. There obviously wasn't one listed in the book so I made one up) Two-bit speak of the devil. My palms were getting sweaty and the phone was starting to slip. I tightened my grip. The middle-aged lady secretary stared at me, her dark brown eyes watching my every movement while sitting at the desk near the phone.
"Are you alright sir?" She asked with one of those 'i'm so not interested, but its my job to look like it'
"Just dandy" I mumbled, thinking of all the numbers that I knew.
"Alright, but if you need any help, I'm right here." She mumbled looking back down at her papers.
"I'm sure you are" I said fairly loudly. She just stared for a moment then went back to sorting papers, but every once in a while those brown eyes would peek at me.
I kept thinking of how much I would like that lady to stop staring at me. Then my train of thought went back to Steve's number. Uh… 555- something…remember Pony…try and remember.
"555-6207" I hollered remembering. Okay now the people were thinking that I was very strange. (Again not really Steve's number)
I dialed the number frantically.
"hello…" A voice trailed off. Steve was not awake that was for sure.
"STEVE" I yelled.
"Who…Who's this?" He questioned yawning.
"Ponyboy" I said quieting down. Since the people were starting to give me dirty looks.
"Pony? Why are you calling me?" He asked his voice starting to come back to normal.
"There's been an accident." I said softly. So softly I swear it wasn't my voice.
"WHAT?" Steve yelled.
Woohoo there was Chapter 3. Finally! We're on our way to Myrtle Beach for vacation. I'm typing on my dad's laptop. Alrighty here's my little message again. READ AND REVIEW. GIVE ME ALL THAT YOU GOT. YES, THAT MEANS YOU ALL YOU SIMON COWELL'S OF FANFICTION. Phew, got that out of my system….