"Hey, Pony! What are we doing?" I said, changing the subject.
"Sneaking in" he whispered, dreamily.
"Oh, right; sneak in..." I said, playing along. "I am so happy and..." I paused, looking at the gang, and then at Pony's face; he looked serious. "Wait...what...?" I exclaimed, the cold hardness of his words suddenly hit me. Sweet poured down my face, and back.
"Sydney, are you ok?" Soda asked. I didn't answer. Instead, I began to panic.
"Wait...? What...?" I repeated, stammering; and breathing hard. "Break in!" I announced. "Are we really going to go through with this?" I blurted.
"Yes, yes! We are" he said, in a whisper.
"well, maybe you are; but, I'm not" I argued.
"Sydney..." he scorned.
"What!" I scrammed at him, enraged.
"Just, come on" he whispered.
"Why, should I?" I whispered, back.
"Do it for..." he stammered.
"For, whom?" I whispered, hotly.
"For, me" he whispered, dreamily.
"Okay" I whispered. "Just one question" I said.
"Ask away" Pony said.
"Why are we sneaking in?"
"Well, we all have the money to get in- it only costs a quarter if you're not in a car- but, Dally hates to do things the legal way. He likes to show that he doesn't care whether there is a law or not. So, he goes around trying to break laws.
" Oh" I said, feeling dumb.
"Wasn't there anything in that futuristic book of yours, that has something in it; that read like what we are doing right now and why?"
"Yes, yes; there is" I said, with a hint of satisfaction in my voice. "Now, let me think..." I said. Just then a quote popped into my head that said: "We crossed Sutton and cut around behind Spencer's Special, the discount house, and chased two junior-high kids across a field for a few minutes; by then it was dark enough to sneak in over the back fence of the Nightly Double drive-in movie. It was the biggest in town, and showed two movies every night, and on weekends four- you could say you were going to the Nightly Double and have time to go all over town.
We all had the money to get in- it only costs a quarter if you're not in a car- but Dally hated to do things the legal way. He liked to show that he didn't care whether there was a law or not. He went around trying to break laws."
Pony stared at me. "Okay..." he said. "Now, come on..." he began. "Sneak in for me...please..." he pleaded.
"Well..." I thought, for a minute. "Okay" I said, I could feel the bitterness of unsureity in my tone.
"Come on Sydney, if it makes you feel better I'll go first."
"Kay" I said. "I'd like that"
"Great!" he exclaimed.
"Be careful" I managed to squeal before he went.
"Will do" I heard Pony reply. He snuck in slowly but surely over the back fence, "Okay Sydney, you're up"
"Okay..." I said, doubtfully. "Um, Pony..." I stammered.
"Yeah?" he replied.
"I'm not so sure about this" I squeaked, nervously.
"Ah, Sydney" he protested.
"No!" I shouted, cutting him off. "I can't!"
"Sydney, please..." he begged.
"No, Pony!" I shouted. "It's over!" I roared. "I'm done"
"Sydney, please! Don't turn this into something ugly" he said.
"It's too late!" I roared. I turned, and slowly walked away.
"Sydney, No! Wait, please..." he protested, and pleaded loudly.
"It's too late" I said, with a glance. "Bye, Pony" I blow my last ever kiss to him.
"Sydney, No! Wait, please..." he repeated. His words echoed in my ear, yet I did not dare look back. He looked around for help from his fellow greasers, in panic. "Sydney, Wait, please..." he repeated, hastily. I didn't answer, nor looked at him. "Guys..." he hissed. "Help me" he begged.
"Pony, what's wrong?"
"Johnny" Pony whispered.
"Wha...what do I do?" he pointed to the girl.
"Mmmm...huh?" he said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Hey, maybe she'll come back to you if you confess your undying love for her" Dallas said, with a chuckle.
Pony turned on a dime. "I could mess you up so bad right now!" he hissed.
But instead of punching him or anything like that, he smashed his foot down so hard on Dallas's toes that Dally yelped. "Aww..." he screamed in pain, so loud that I turned.
Pony realizing what he had done; clamped his hand over Dally's mouth. "Shhh..." he commanded. "You tryin' to embarrass me?" he hissed at Dally.
"N...no..." Dally said, in fear.
"Come on, Pony; you gotta admit that's not a bad idea" Johnny said, supporting Dally.
"I know" he said to Johnny; "and I'm sorry"
"Aww, that's sweet Pony...but, don't tell me; tell Dally" Pony turned to Dally, then he turned back to Johnny.
"Do I really have to do this?" he squeaked.
"Yes" Johnny commanded. "Yes, yes you do" Pony groaned.
"I'm sorry, Dally" he said, ashamed.
"Oh, it's okay" Dally said, sarcastically.
Pony thought for a minute, then said; "and hey, that idea of yours..."
"Yeah" Dally said, his eyes filling with hope.
"It's, not a bad idea" he admitted.
"Yeah, it's not" Dally said, with a little pride coming back in his voice.
"Great, we both FINALLY agree on something!" Pony said, in a haste.
"Oh, Sydney" he said, as he spun around. I was already a block away when I heard a fate cry. "Sydney, Sydney! Where are you?" No answer—he called again, still I didn't dare answer him.
"Where is she, Pony?"
"I don't know, Johnny" then, he begin to hatch a plan. "Stay here!" Pony commanded.
He began to run, though I already had a blocks head start. I could hear footsteps rattling against the pavement as I begin to walk faster: trying to get away from him. I walked faster and faster, suddenly I found myself running in a full-out sprint. "Sydney, wait up!" he yelled after me. I didn't answer...instead, I just kept running. "Sydney, stop!" he commanded.
Putting his hand on my shoulder: I stopped—turning around, slowly.
"How dare you touch me!" I roared, Pony shivered in fear.
"Whoa, whoa" he exclaimed. "Where's the fire?" he said, trying to be funny.
"Ha, ha: very funny" I scolded, hotly.
"Come on, Sydney: don't be a stick in the mud." He said. "Don't you find that funny, at all?"
"Um, well..." I began. "No, no I don't" I finality squeaked.
"You don't?" he just didn't get it. "Why...?" I cut him off.
"What do you want?" I snapped.
"N...n—nothing" he said, still shivering. "Man, is it ever cold out here" he exclaimed, I could see he was still shivering. As he reached his hands out placing them on both arms, hugging and cradling himself for warmth.
"Well, if you're so cold. Where's your jacket?"
"Well, I...I..." he stammered.
"You what?" I demanded.
"Well, I...I..." he continued to stammer.
"You what?" I demanded, again.
"Well...I" he stammered, then sighed: admitting defeat. "Huh, well I guess I can't keep this secret from you...forever" he sighed, again.
"No, I guess you can't, and...wait...what secret?"
"Well, I..." he began. "Huh" I gasped in anticipation.
"I, forgot to bring one" he finally blurted.
"Oh, poor Pony" I said, trying to sound sarcastic.
"I know horrible, right?" he said, a pitiful look in his eye.
"Yes, oh: yes it is" I couldn't help but give a small giggle.
"Hey, why are you laughing? This isn't funny." He said, looking cross.
"Oh, I'm sorry" I managed to say. "Please, continue" I urged him.
"Thank you" he said, praising me. "Now, by any chance do to you have a jacket...err...coat I can barrow?"
"Why, no" I said, kinda feeling sorry for him.
"Oh" I could hear the disappointment in his voice.
"Pony, wait..." I started. "I don't have a spare jacket or coat you can barrow, but you can have this one" I reached for my black coat with the picture of the red rose and the words Himalayas Katmandu etched on the back that was ever so gently resting on my shoulders, took it off, and gave it to him.
"Wait, what? Sydney is this some kind of joke?" he seemed confused.
"No" I said, surprised by his tone.
"Well then, what's this?"
"For you" I said, sheepishly.
"Huh?" he said, looking more confused than ever.
"You...you said—you were cold, so I just thought that..." I stammered.
"That...that what?"
"That you..." I stammered, again. "That you, can barrow mine"
Pony looked at me, blushed, and said.
"Gee, thanks" as he put it on. "Well Sydney, how do I look?" he said, as he carefully and slowly spun around: once, twice, maybe even three times, showing it off.
"Like, a million bucks" I said, forgetting he was there.
"What? Like, a million bucks, what does that mean?" he questioned.
"Oh, well..." I stammered. "I mean you," I sighed. "You look good, great even" I hurriedly finished.
"Golly Gee, you really think that?" he said, smiling dreamily.
"Of course" I said, with a blush followed by a chuckle.
