"I have an idea," Darry said, leaning over to Soda. "Here's the plan," Darry said, in a hushed voice. "You'll go try to convince Sydney that she's all Ponyboy thinks about, while I go and snap Ponyboy out of this whole bitch ass craziness of his."
"Okay," Sodapop grinned, hopefully. "I'll go talk to Sydney, right now!" Soda said, eagerly. As he ran to go find me; I was still sitting down in the grass on the edge of the lot. When he came running towards me.
As he slowed to a walk, I began to turn my head and asked "What do you want bit—" I paused, throwing out what I was going to say when I saw it was Soda and not Pony. "Oh," I said with a sigh. "It's just you" I huffed, "Whatta you want?" I angrily hissed.
He sat down in the grass next to me on the edge of the lot. "Oh, you know me; I just wanna talk," he said calmly. "Now, Pony is our youngest brother, did you really mean what you said?"
"Y...y...yes" I sniffled.
"Hey, don't cry. Sydney; please!" he pleaded.
"Why should I?" I sniffly screamed.
"Do it for Ponyboy"
"Ponyboy, Ponyboy. I'm tired of hearing that two-timing good-for-nothing godforsaken name! Besides, all that two-timing bitch did; was...break my heart!" I shouted, strongly.
"Now, now, Sydney" Soda scolded. "Don't call him a bitch; he loves you"
"Oh, Bull Shit" I snapped, getting as angry as ever. "He couldn't love a toaster oven without breaking its heart!"
"Now, now, Sydney there's no need for that kind of language, and besides Toaster oven don't have hearts." Soda said, soothingly. I knew he was right about the language part—not only because of this being.
"Well, if they did, that would be true!" I roared.
"Sydney?"
"What?" I roared, questioningly.
"Can we talk, calmly?"
"Well, okay," I said.
"Now, what got you so mad?"
"Ponyboy! Pony's a real two-timing jerk"
"Look I know you think he's a jerk for breaking your heart; but, come with me. Please!"
"Why should I?"
"Look, Ponyboy's a great guy; but, right now. He threatens to kill Dally..."
"Why would he ever do something like that?"
"I don't know...but, I have a hunch that he feels bad about what happened..." Soda said, trying to grasp the idea of admitting Pony's fault. "And I think Dally's just using that to mock him"
"Why would Dally do that?"
"To get a rise out of him, maybe..." he said, with a slit shrug.
"Well, don't just stand there...get a mov'on" I exclaimed, I jumped up, haled Soda to his feet. We both started to walk towards Darry, Ponyboy, Dally, and the gang. We ended up getting there just in time; Pony was holding Johnny's 6-inch switchblade up above Dally's head.
"Any last word?" Pony said, in a weird evil voice.
"N...n" Dally stammered.
"N...n" Pony shouted. "Is that all, you can say?!" he roared, with a small smirk.
"Pony, stop" I cried. Grabbing him, and shaming him.
"Why should I?!" he shouted. "You hate me!" he screamed. "And you'll always hate me!" he yelled. He yelled so suddenly that I jumped back in fear. "Especially after what I put you through" he sighed.
"Are you going to kill, Dally?" I asked, with a gulp.
"No, sweetie" Pony reassured me.
"Good," I said, a bit unsure.
"What made you think I was going to kill 'em?"
"I saw you, Sodapop told me everything" I gulped, again.
"Sydney are you okay?"
"Yes, why do you ask?"
"Because, um...you look flushed"
"oh, well that's just because..." I paused, not wanting to say it. "If you were gonna kill him, wouldn't there have been blood?" as soon as I heard myself say the word blood I shuddered.
"Oh, yes; I suppose" he paused, then asked. "Why?"
Oh, Nothing; I just wondered" I said, as I lowered my head and played with my hands nervously.
"Sydney" Pony scolded.
"Yes," I asked.
"What's wrong?"
"I can't say, it's too embarrassing"
"Oh, you can tell me"
"Well, okay"
"Can I whisper it to you?"
"Okay," he said. I leaned over, whispering into his ear.
"I can't stand the sight of blood"
"You can't stand the sight of blood," he said, in an obnoxiously loud voice.
"Shhh..." I said, putting my hand over his mouth. "Not so loud" I whispered, looking around; making sure none of the other people in the gang was around to hear. "I don't just: can't stand the sight of blood, I detest it"
"Okay, so..." he said, nonchalantly.
"So..." I Scolded. "If you were gonna kill, Dally; I couldn't stand to see you any longer"
"So, wait..." he processed, this for a minute. "Are you saying that our friendship would end over a little blood?" he laughed, a hardy laugh.
"Yes," I said shyly, my voice quivered.
"Oh," he said, dumbfoundedly. Ashamed of his actions he stopped laughing immediately.
"Hey, why did you laugh? It wasn't funny"
"Oh, Sydney. I'm sorry" he sighed, "That was true, huh?"
"Why, yes it was; and you had no right to laugh"
"Oh, Sydney. I'm so sorry"
"You should be" I snapped.
"I am..." he admitted. "Oh, you probably hate me now, don't you?"
"Oh, Pony no: I could never" I gulped, then said. "Stay mad at the one I love"
"You really love me, don't you?" Pony asked me.
"Yes," I said dreamily. "But I bet you don't feel the same way" I sighed.
"What makes you think that I don't?" he said, chuckling softly.
"Oh, like...you don't know" I sarcastically spat at him.
"No?" he said, shaking his head.
"Oh, I forget..." I started. "You don't have a single piece of "common sense" in your whole body," I said, mocking Darry's words.
"Hey, don't you start!" Pony growled a warning. "I thought you liked my common sense..."
"Yeah, well; that was before..." he cut me off.
"You even told Darry that, member when you stood up to Darry for me? ... You said and I quote: Besides, I think he has great common sense..." he paused for a minute, to catch his breath. "You even whispered, in my ear. That you would've liked me whether I had common sense or not..."
"Yeah, so...who cares?"
"I do!" Pony reassured. "You said it was even supposed to be kept between us, you know us as in you and me," he continued to rant. "Besides, you also know that; I have common sense, I just...forget to use it, sometimes" he paused, enraged.
"I know, and I'm sorry," I said, ashamed; look down at my feet. "But you said that you had a crush on Cherry Valance"
"Oh, is that what you're mad about?" I nodded. "Well, you didn't let me finish; I said..." I cut him off, again.
"...and you also said you had a crush on two other people" I scorned a look of disapproval and discussed.
He laughed, then said. "Oh, that...well, what I meant was..."
"You make me SICK!" I scorned, discussed.
"Sydney listen..." he pleaded. "You misinterpreted me"
"Oh, did I?" I scoffed.
"Yes, you did" he huffed. "Here, I'll tell you what really happened"
"Well, okay"
"Now, I admit to the fact the I said I'm torn between...two, lovely, girls"
"Ha, I knew it!" I said, angrier than ever.
"But," Pony said. Reminding me that his explanation won't quite over, yet. "I'm torn between her and..." he paused, for dramatic effect.
"What are waiting for? Tell me!" I demanded.
"Oh, this; well...this is a secret," Pony said, in a hushed voice. "Here, I'll whisper it to you" he leaned over and whispered the word "you" into my ear.
"Oh," I sadly said.
"Sydney, are you okay? Did I say something?"
"Oh. No, no, no, no no" I reassured him. "Everything's fine," I said, reassuringly. "It's just, well; who do you love more?"
"Excuse me?"
"Which girl do you love more?" I repeated. "After all you can't have two girlfriends, can you?"
"No, you currently cannot" he paused, then said. "I mean...not at the same time of, of course," he said, sheepishly.
"That's great!" I excitedly exclaimed. "Now, who's it gonna be; me or Cherry Valance?"
"Um...uh..." he stammered.
"Who's it gonna be?" I repeatedly spat at him.
Well, um...I guess, who the girl I must have, to be is:" he paused for dramatic effect. Then he whispered "you" into my ear.
"Really!" I said, eagerly.
"Yes, really," Pony said, dreamily. Stars dancing in his eyes; "Ah, glad you finally made your choice" I said, as I silently hugged and kissed him on the cheek.
Just then, the gang came around the lot. "So, did you guys finally make up?" the whole gang except for Johnny asked.
"We sure did" Ponyboy replied. "Didn't we, Sydney?"
"Uh-huh," I proclaimed strongly.
