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Johnny and Pony
Ponyboy looked up from his mushy peanut butter sandwich. It was a bright day outside, and he practically shoved the rest of the sandwich in his mouth so he could rush outside to play. He swallowed his last bit and jumped up from his chair and was headed for the door. His mom peeked from over the corner.
"Ponyboy, where are you going?" He ceased pulling on his sneakers and looked up.
"Outside ta play." She smiled at his peanut butter smile. Only a face a mother could love. She walked up to him and slid her hands under his arms to pick him up. "Why don't we clean up your face a little, okay?"
"Okay" he complained a little. Being a little boy, Pony hated being cleaned up. His mother got a wet towel and started rubbing his face. He almost immediately jerked away and groaned.
"Stop it." he continued. His mother kept rubbing his face until the peanut butter was gone. "Okay, you can go play now." "Yay!" Pony jumped off a chair, heading towards his shoes. Instead, he landed on Soda's boots and slipped onto his back. He jumped up and started to half laugh and half cry. His mother could not help but laugh, and soon Pony was fine. He opened the door and said to himself,
"I think I'll go and see Johnnycakes." his mother smiled as she was making a chocolate cake. Ponyboy walked down the street and saw Darry playing football with everyone in the gang. They always said that Pony was too little to play, but he always tried to get into the game. Now that Johnny was here, he had someone to play with. Ponyboy stepped up the steps and onto the porch. The screen door was open. He was about to open it when he heard some screaming that made him jump. He recognized it as Johnny's voice. He didn't know what to do. He had never seen anything like this before. He let out a gasp and bravely ran inside. He hated seeing his friend like this. This would upset Johnny's father, but didn't realize it until later because he didn't know better. Johnny's dad walked off in a storm towards the kitchen as Johnny lay limp on the floor. Ponyboy made his way up to Johnny and asked,
"Are you okay?" This made Johnny jump and Pony instinctively gave him a hug, but Johnny jerked back a little. "Ow." was all he managed to say. He had tears welling in his eyes, and he had several red marks that would soon turn into bruises. Pony stuck his hand out and Johnny took it, standing up. "Thanks." he whispered. "Let's get out of here." he pulled Ponyboy by the hand quietly out the screen door, making sure it wouldn't slam. He was only seven, but he knew how things went around here. As soon as they got to the sunlight, Johnny saw that Pony's eyes were practically bulging from his head.
"Whatcha lookin at? Huh?" Johnny shoved his hands in his little pockets and stared at his feet. He knew what was coming.
"Your daddy? Why? How come he did that to ya?" Johnny looked around and shook his head. "Cuz I was bein bad. I was a bad boy, and, and, and, well I don't know." he started to cry a little, so Pony stopped and gave him another hug. It always made him feel better when he was crying.
"Pony, my parents don't care abouts me. I don't know why I living with them. They hate me. I don't get it. Why don't they like me?" he was almost sobbing now, and Pony felt bad for him.
"Well, we can go to my house and my momma is makin some chalkit cake!" this cheered Johnny cheer up a little because he smiled some and said,
"Okay." he rubbed his arm and started walking to Pony's house. They opened the door and walked through the now clean house. The chocolaty smell drew them to the kitchen, where a big brown cake sat. There were about to stick their little fingers in it when Mrs. Curtis caught them.
"I don't think so, boys. Let me cut you a piece okay?"
"Yeah! Yeah!" Pony cheered.
"Yay!" Johnny added in. They ran to the table, ready to be served. Mrs. Curtis sat down two plates in front of the boys and they dug in. By the time they were done, both of their faces were covered in a brown chocolaty mess. They giggled because it tasted so good. Johnny looked and Pony and said,
"Thanks, Pony. But, amemeber, you can't tell no one. Got it"
"Yeah, okay. You welcome."
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