I'm back! Since I really have nothing to say, here are reviews:
pyroJoe: I can see Johnny being either goth or emo, and also twists to those general ideas. Like... uh.. too many to list. He also reminds me of a kid at school.Two-Bit and Soda... I can see them listen to ska music as well... I think I might bring it up in later chapters.
Maddiecake: Glad that you're loving it.
Part I: Chapter IV: Sodapop Curtis
"No way is strawberry milk better than chocolate milk," Steve argued. "I mean, strawberry? Come on! Chocolate tastes so much better!"
"Whatever!" Two-Bit cried in his best Cartman voice.
"Hey!" I said. "I can settle this: how about both mixed?" I happened to think this was a very good idea. But they disagreed.
"What!" they both screamed in unison.
"That's sick, Soda," Steve said.
"Steve," Evie said, "you're talking to a guy who puts jalapeno peppers in his ice cream. I don't think he has normal human taste buds."
"You're probably right," Two-Bit said.
"Hey! Shut up!" I meant it in a friendly way, of course.
"Well, here's stop numero uno," Two-Bit said, stopping in front of our house. Ponyboy, Sandy and I got out of Two-Bit(and Steve's) car.
"See ya'll later," Sandy said.
"Bye," I said, waving at them as they drove off.
We walked up to the door. The driveway was empty; Darry wasn't home yet. He wouldn't be home until about four o'clock. That gave Sandy about an hour to stay here with us. Darry wasn't an idiot; he knew that Sandy had been over here while he wasn't home before. But, in any case, we liked to not have Darry actually see us on the couch making out, so I always took her home before he got here. Ponyboy unlocked the door, and after everyone was in, closed and locked it behind him.
"I've got the bathroom!" Pony cried.
"No!" We raced to the bathroom, and Pony beat me to it. I heard him laugh as he shut the door. I couldn't help but laugh with him. I went back to the living room, and flipped the TV on. Sci-Fi? No. E? No. Fuse? Yes. Very nice. Incubus was on. I went into the kitchen, and grabbed a bag of Cheetos from the pantry. Sandy was sitting on the couch. I sat next to her on the couch, and ate.
There are two kinds of Cheetos: crunchy, or poofy. "Cheesie Poofs" as Two-Bit prefers to call them. But, in any case, the crunchy Cheetos are way better than the Cheesie Poofs. That is why I stock up on them any time they're on sale. Ponyboy came out of the bathroom, but I decide to wait. I don't know why; I just don't have to go anymore I guess.
He walks into the kitchen, and when he gets back, he's got an apple in his hand. A green one. But it's an apple. And apple's are nasty as hell. How the kid can eat them, I don't know.
"Pony?"
"Yeah?" he said after swallowing a piece of apple.
"You eat many disgusting things," I said.
"Have you been reading fortune cookies again?" he said.
I stuck out my tongue. "Fortune cookies are nasty as hell. Why do you put paper inside of it anyways? Nothing good can come out of food packed with MSG."
Ponyboy rolled his eyes. "Soda, the cookies don't have MSG in them."
"Ugh! Who cares about fortune cookies?" Sandy shouted.
"Yeah. . .!" I said.
Ponyboy stared at us. "You're both retarded," he said, then started off to his room.
Before he could even reach the hall, there was a knock on the door. We all looked at each other. "You're standing up, Pony," I said.
He sighed. "Retarded and lazy," he said as he walked to the door. He opened the door. I couldn't see who it was, because we sat facing away from the door. But Pony looked suprised. "Dude, what happened to you?"
That's when I became concerned.
There was a mumbled response that I didn't catch. I stood up and walked to the door. "Who is it?" Johnny was standing at the door. He was holding his left arm by the wrist, and it was bleeding. One of his fingers was twisted in a very unusual manner. "What the hell happened?" I shouted. Johnny jumped a bit when I yelled, but said, "I fell off my bike. Can I get a towel or something from you?"
"Yeah, yeah. Pony, get him a towel."
No rude comments this time. Pony jogged off to the bathroom, and returned with a towel. "Why didn't you go home?" Pony asked.
"Don't have a key. Nobody's home," he replied.
I wanted to say bullshit, but the kid was convincing. He didn't seem to be lying, but that sounded so stupid. What adult wouldn't give their kid a house key when they knew no one would be home to let him in? "Okay," I said. "Well, come in. It's like. . .ten degrees outside." I moved to the side, and Johnny walked in.
"Wow, are you okay?" Sandy said when she saw him.
"Fine."
"The bathroom's down the hall if you want to clean up," I said, pointing to the hallway.
"Okay."
"Do you need me to call a doctor? Your finger looks pretty screwed up," I said, not trying to sound mean.
"Nah, it's okay. Happened before," he said as he walked into the bathroom.
Happened before? I thought. This kid is too weird. . .The way he said that. . .He acted like breaking your finger is something that happens everyday. Now, this maybe normal for someone like Two-Bit, but he's just a dumbass. My gut instinct told me that this was very, very wrong. I went to close the door, and looked out before closing it. "Hey, Johnny, where do you live?" I called.
"Across the street, three houses down. By that lot," he called back.
I looked down the road to the house by the lot. Two cars were in the driveway. The light in the front room was on behind the blinds. I furrowed my brow in confusion and concern. I looked around for a bike.
I couldn't see one.
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I have to find new transition effects, because they take them out of the stories now! Anyhow, I know it's short, but it has to be that way. . .No, I just couldn't write much more because this is supposed to be a cliffhanger(yeah I can use italics now) Anyways, you all have permission to kill me for taking so long and putting new work before this. Thank you and good night.
