LOL I'm sooo evil! I'm writing this at school. . . yup, I'm a major
procrastinator. Noo!! I'm addicted to fanfiction!!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of SE Hinton's characters (which totally sux). . .
Killslay: NO!!! YOU WERE RIGHT! Well, extremely close. Yup, you're right again. Hehe, I just typed out exactly what would happen in the next few chapters but I was like, what am I doing?? And pressed back-space. LOL.
MissLKid: Thanks for reviewing!! Yup, I HATE hospitals too. Teeheehee~ they're so scary!
Thanks to Hanah for reviewing too. You rock!
*SODAPOP'S POV*
I smiled fondly as I looked down at my kid brother, sleeping peacefully in my lap. My hands clenched into fists as I thought of the Socs that had tried to hurt him. They were all damn cowards. Teaming up to jump kids. I shook my head. I was ready to whoop one right there and then. The only thing stopping me was Ponyboy. No matter what we told him, he still thought of himself as a burden. I knew he'd hate it if I got a shiner or something from a Soc because of him.
I absent-mindedly played with Pony's copper-colored locks. How could anyone living in this neighborhood remain so loving and trusting? Pony was probably the only greaser in our neighborhood who got up every morning just to watch the sun rising. Even I didn't completely understand why he loved them so much. I never had the patience to watch through one, let alone get up early enough. My baby brother was something special. I would never let him get hurt again.
*DARRY'S POV*
My knuckles were white over the steering wheel. I had to keep taking deep breaths to calm myself. I didn't want to accidentally crash into another car or something.
I clenched my teeth. I couldn't believe that those Socs had tried to kill my baby brother, actually kill! I knew I coulnd't take this to the fuzz; to them, the Socs were always in the right. We'd probably be the ones to get punished.
I sighed, remembering the frightened look on Pony's face when he saw me at home. Why couldn't he understand that I loved him, and that I'd never hurt him? I never meant to yell at him; he was so scatter-brained it just annoyed the heck outa me. We had grown farther apart after our parent's death, while Pony and Soda had gotten closer. I yelled at him because I knew that Pony was going to get somewhere. He wasn't going to spend the rest of his life in this crummy neighborhood. I wanted him to have the life I never had the chance to have.
*PONYBOY'S POV*
Darry made me stay in bed for the rest of the next day. I wanted to get up, but I didn't want to try moving my stiff shoulder.
As I lay in bed, bored as heck, studying the patterns the sun was making on my bed, I heard the front door slam. I grinned. Only Two-bit be as inconsiderate as to slam the door every time he walked in.
"Anyone home?" Two-bit hollered.
"I'm in the bedroom!" I said, raising my voice. Two-bit walked in, sitting on my bed.
"Hey Pony!"
"Hi."
"You feelin' okay now?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Darry won't let me outa bed."
"Well, you shouldn't be outa bed anyway. Those Socs gave you a pretty bad whipping." Two-bit's hands clenched into fists. "I didn't even get a chance to fight 'em. Those bastards ran away the second they saw me. Cowards."
"Don't go looking for them, Two-bit," I pleaded. "I don't want to cause another fight."
Two-bit looked at me. "You won't have caused it. Look kid, this isn't your fault."
I shrugged with my uninjured shoulder.
"It's those Socs faults," continued Two-bit.
The front door slammed again.
"Who is it?" shouted Two-bit.
"Steve and Johnnycake!" Steve yelled back.
They walked into the bedroom. Steve stopped at the door, but Johnny ran over at the sight of me and sat down on the other side of the bed.
"Pony! You okay?"
"Hey Johnny. I'm fine," I replied.
"What happened?"
"He got jumped by Socs," Two-bit answered for me, glowering darkly. "I say we go and kick their asses right now-"
"Two-bit!" I interrupted, "It doesn't matter. I'm okay."
"Dally's in for giving them a whipping too," continued Two-bit, "But if the kid doesn't want us to. . ."
"I don't," I said firmly.
Two-bit sighed. "Okay."
Steve turned away without saying anything. We heard the television turn on a few seconds later. Yeah Steve, I thought wryly. I love you too.
After a while, Two-bit joined him in the living room, but Johnny stayed with me.
We sat together in comfortable silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts. Johnny had been my best friend ever since I was little. We were close because we understood each other without having to talk. There was never any need for idle chatter to fill up empty spaces.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Johnny asked me after a while.
"My shoulder and my ribs still hurt, a and I guess I'm more afraid of Socs now," I said frankly. Johnny nodded.
"Pony, don't worry about-"
He stopped as we heard the front door open and then close. Darry and Soda's voices could be heard.
"Hey Steve man!" we heard Soda shout.
"Hey Soda!" came a similarly enthusiastic shout. Johnny and I grinned at each other as we heard something, probably a plate, shatter. Steve and Soda's yells were interrupted by another voice.
"Pick up those pieces, you two. If you want to wrestle and horse round, take it outside," said Darry sternly. The laughter abruptly stopped.
"Sorry Darry," chorused Soda and Steve.
"How's Pony?"
"He's okay, Dar," replied Two-bit. "Johnny's keeping him company."
The door to my bedroom opened and my brothers came in.
"Hey ya'll," I said, sitting up.
"Hey Pony!" Soda leapt onto the bed, landing on his back. It creaked loudly. Soda grinned up at Johnny. "Hey Johnnycake!"
Johnny gave him a small smile. "Hi Soda."
"The doc told you not to move that shoulder, Pony," said Darry, standing next to my bed. I craned my neck up to look at him.
"But I've been lying down the whole day!" I said. "Can I at least get outa my room for dinner?"
Darry sighed, but grinned at me. "Well, it's your turn to make dinner."
"YAY!" I shouted. Soda pulled me out of bed. My legs were a little wobbly, and I leaned on the table to get my balance.
"You sure you're up to it?" Darry asked me.
"I'm fine, Dar," I reassured him.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of SE Hinton's characters (which totally sux). . .
Killslay: NO!!! YOU WERE RIGHT! Well, extremely close. Yup, you're right again. Hehe, I just typed out exactly what would happen in the next few chapters but I was like, what am I doing?? And pressed back-space. LOL.
MissLKid: Thanks for reviewing!! Yup, I HATE hospitals too. Teeheehee~ they're so scary!
Thanks to Hanah for reviewing too. You rock!
*SODAPOP'S POV*
I smiled fondly as I looked down at my kid brother, sleeping peacefully in my lap. My hands clenched into fists as I thought of the Socs that had tried to hurt him. They were all damn cowards. Teaming up to jump kids. I shook my head. I was ready to whoop one right there and then. The only thing stopping me was Ponyboy. No matter what we told him, he still thought of himself as a burden. I knew he'd hate it if I got a shiner or something from a Soc because of him.
I absent-mindedly played with Pony's copper-colored locks. How could anyone living in this neighborhood remain so loving and trusting? Pony was probably the only greaser in our neighborhood who got up every morning just to watch the sun rising. Even I didn't completely understand why he loved them so much. I never had the patience to watch through one, let alone get up early enough. My baby brother was something special. I would never let him get hurt again.
*DARRY'S POV*
My knuckles were white over the steering wheel. I had to keep taking deep breaths to calm myself. I didn't want to accidentally crash into another car or something.
I clenched my teeth. I couldn't believe that those Socs had tried to kill my baby brother, actually kill! I knew I coulnd't take this to the fuzz; to them, the Socs were always in the right. We'd probably be the ones to get punished.
I sighed, remembering the frightened look on Pony's face when he saw me at home. Why couldn't he understand that I loved him, and that I'd never hurt him? I never meant to yell at him; he was so scatter-brained it just annoyed the heck outa me. We had grown farther apart after our parent's death, while Pony and Soda had gotten closer. I yelled at him because I knew that Pony was going to get somewhere. He wasn't going to spend the rest of his life in this crummy neighborhood. I wanted him to have the life I never had the chance to have.
*PONYBOY'S POV*
Darry made me stay in bed for the rest of the next day. I wanted to get up, but I didn't want to try moving my stiff shoulder.
As I lay in bed, bored as heck, studying the patterns the sun was making on my bed, I heard the front door slam. I grinned. Only Two-bit be as inconsiderate as to slam the door every time he walked in.
"Anyone home?" Two-bit hollered.
"I'm in the bedroom!" I said, raising my voice. Two-bit walked in, sitting on my bed.
"Hey Pony!"
"Hi."
"You feelin' okay now?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Darry won't let me outa bed."
"Well, you shouldn't be outa bed anyway. Those Socs gave you a pretty bad whipping." Two-bit's hands clenched into fists. "I didn't even get a chance to fight 'em. Those bastards ran away the second they saw me. Cowards."
"Don't go looking for them, Two-bit," I pleaded. "I don't want to cause another fight."
Two-bit looked at me. "You won't have caused it. Look kid, this isn't your fault."
I shrugged with my uninjured shoulder.
"It's those Socs faults," continued Two-bit.
The front door slammed again.
"Who is it?" shouted Two-bit.
"Steve and Johnnycake!" Steve yelled back.
They walked into the bedroom. Steve stopped at the door, but Johnny ran over at the sight of me and sat down on the other side of the bed.
"Pony! You okay?"
"Hey Johnny. I'm fine," I replied.
"What happened?"
"He got jumped by Socs," Two-bit answered for me, glowering darkly. "I say we go and kick their asses right now-"
"Two-bit!" I interrupted, "It doesn't matter. I'm okay."
"Dally's in for giving them a whipping too," continued Two-bit, "But if the kid doesn't want us to. . ."
"I don't," I said firmly.
Two-bit sighed. "Okay."
Steve turned away without saying anything. We heard the television turn on a few seconds later. Yeah Steve, I thought wryly. I love you too.
After a while, Two-bit joined him in the living room, but Johnny stayed with me.
We sat together in comfortable silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts. Johnny had been my best friend ever since I was little. We were close because we understood each other without having to talk. There was never any need for idle chatter to fill up empty spaces.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Johnny asked me after a while.
"My shoulder and my ribs still hurt, a and I guess I'm more afraid of Socs now," I said frankly. Johnny nodded.
"Pony, don't worry about-"
He stopped as we heard the front door open and then close. Darry and Soda's voices could be heard.
"Hey Steve man!" we heard Soda shout.
"Hey Soda!" came a similarly enthusiastic shout. Johnny and I grinned at each other as we heard something, probably a plate, shatter. Steve and Soda's yells were interrupted by another voice.
"Pick up those pieces, you two. If you want to wrestle and horse round, take it outside," said Darry sternly. The laughter abruptly stopped.
"Sorry Darry," chorused Soda and Steve.
"How's Pony?"
"He's okay, Dar," replied Two-bit. "Johnny's keeping him company."
The door to my bedroom opened and my brothers came in.
"Hey ya'll," I said, sitting up.
"Hey Pony!" Soda leapt onto the bed, landing on his back. It creaked loudly. Soda grinned up at Johnny. "Hey Johnnycake!"
Johnny gave him a small smile. "Hi Soda."
"The doc told you not to move that shoulder, Pony," said Darry, standing next to my bed. I craned my neck up to look at him.
"But I've been lying down the whole day!" I said. "Can I at least get outa my room for dinner?"
Darry sighed, but grinned at me. "Well, it's your turn to make dinner."
"YAY!" I shouted. Soda pulled me out of bed. My legs were a little wobbly, and I leaned on the table to get my balance.
"You sure you're up to it?" Darry asked me.
"I'm fine, Dar," I reassured him.