Chapter Three

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Wow. No real restraint in this house, was there? There were a few guys sitting around the tv, one arguing about Mickey Mouse for some strange reason, and I could hear loud talking coming from the kitchen. And it also didn't help with the music playing in the background. It was very distracting. How could anybody live in this house? It was pure insanity no doubt.

"Hey, check out the new girl." said the boy who complained about the TV. I noticed him from a couple of studyhalls I had last and this year, besides the fact that he didn't show up to half of them. All of the other guys looked up, making me feel on the spot. Now all I needed was someone to tell me, "Okay, Miss Warren, tell us a little bit about yourself." Hell no.

"Guys, this is Olivia. Olivia, this is Two-Bit, Ponyboy, and Dallas. And Soda and Darry are in the kitchen." said Johnny to everybody.

A handsome looking boy poked his head out of the kitchen saying "Greetings!", making me chuckle to myself.

I sat down on the couch between Johnny and Ponyboy, who's head was immersed in a book. Good thing there was a smart one in the bunch.

"I think Olivia here needs to learn the aspects about the Curtis' and chocolate cake." said the boy Two-Bit.

"I'm sorry, but that must have been the most disorganized house I've ever been to in my life." I said, putting my arms across my chest. It was pretty cold walking home at night. The winter season was coming up pretty fast, but I kept pushing my coat further and further back in my closet. No way no how did I want to welcome winter. Johnny looked cold to, with only his jean jacket on. Atleast we'd be cold together.

"It's nice. Better than my house." said Johnny. "Don't get yelled at."

I looked over at him. He looked pretty sad when he mentioned his house, like it was full of pain. it must've been by the way he always held his head down. And that switchblade always stuck out of his pocket so menacingly, like he was ready to attack anyone.

"Heh. Know what you mean." I said. Crap, that sounded unsincere. "Sorry, I mean. Well, I never see my dad in the first place. Hardly ever home actually, so I have to be on my own a lot."

"Why?" he asked me. Sure, I guess anyone would be curious.

Hesitating, I finally said, "He's in jail. For murder."

Johnny looked a little shocked.

"Was he the one who?..."

"Yeah. He was."

We walked further along the streets in silence before Johnny said something.

"My dad, he hurts me." he said. "So I hardly ever go home in the first place."

I could hear the whistling of the chilly breeze in my ear. I moved closer to him so we could stay warmer.

"Look at us," he said, silently laughing, "both shitty famalies. Can't trust them, practially don't even know them anymore."

I laughed a little too. "We should start a club."

We were practically walking shoulder to shoulder now it was so cold. It felt nice actually. I was slightly glad it was a chilly night, or I wouldn't be able to experience this moment with him tonight. Like a stepping stone in our understanding.

"If you need somewhere to stay tonight," I began. "you can always crash at my house. I'm pretty sure my dad won't care."

"Thanks." he said.

We walked all the way to my house, passing by the park again. The swings were swinging in the breeze and the leaves whipping up on the ground, hitting our ankles.

Then I saw it.

Snow.

It came down slowly, like it feared touching the ground or else it would melt. Or stick. The streetlights catched the individual flakes slowly, playing in the light they gave off and creating dancing shadows on the ground.

Getting to the front door, I shuffeled for the key in my pocket before pulling it out with a peice of lint. Unlocking the door, I said, "Home sweet home."

"You can have the pullout couch if you want. It's really comfy actually." I said, grabbing a blanket, pillow, and sheets from the hall closet. Looking out the window, the snow was falling much thicker and harder now.

"Thanks for all of this." Johnny said. "Really appreciate it."

Putting all the beddings (i seriously don't know what to call it)on the armchair, I started to lift off the cushions off the couch with the help of him. Pulling out the matress was much easier then with his help. I lied back on the matress.

Fake snoring, I said, "See, told you it was nice. I think I'm going to fall asleep here." I rolled over "You can take the floor."

Johnny laughed, sittling on the bed and beginning to push me off.

"Nope, sorry. Not working."

"How about this then?" he said, before whacking me in the head with the pillow.

"Ahh, no!" I yelled, still laughing. "Don't kill me! I'm to young to die!"

"Too bad!" he said, laughing. What happened to the quiet and shy Johnny now? Eh, left him at the door.

Getting up, I shouted "Ok, ok! Truce!"

Johnny's Thoughts

I liked the way she made me laugh, even though I've only known her for a few days, she was like my best friend. But pretty

Olivia's Thoughts.

I liked the way he made me laugh, even though I've only known him for a few days, he was like my best friend. But hot.

(Same, huh? Must be telepathic or ESP or something crazay like that.)

"Hey, guess what? No school." I said, shaking Johnny from his sleep. Ok, it was mean, but people have to learn to get up early. I mean, snow day?

"Umph, go away. I'm dead." he said, pushing me away.

"Ughh. Get up." I said, getting on the pull out bed, making it bounce and shake like crazy. Hey, it wasn't like one of those fancy matresses.

Turning back towards me, Johnny grabbed me by my legs and knocked me down on the bed with him.

"Lets go sledding." I said.

Yes, Johnny is really out of character in this one, like you've been telling me. So I'll try and get back to the usual way he is. Keep giving me suggestions and comments, like if Olivia is getting too Mary Sue and if it's too fluffy or something.