Chapter 3
We all went to get our luggage. I carried, mine, Rosa's, and Cassie's. Cassie had a little bag full of her important little things so she had it over her shoulder. I knew the gang was surprised about a lot of things. For one, I had continued to grow up to 6'5, my eyes became colder even though I was laughing and smiling more, my eyes are guarded by green ice. Cassie got a little taller and Rosa got more beautiful and big.
As I took each step, I grew more confident. Confident? Ponyboy, confident? Well, yes. Living in New York does some things. However, I'm still iffy about the situation. Breaking out of my thoughts was a soft tug on my pants. I smiled knowing who it was and looked down to Cassie's happy blue eyes.
"Daddy, I'm hungry," she said. This child is always hungry no matter how long ago she did eat.
"Alright, just hang in there because the drive to our new apartment isn't so long…" I replied. Her pout was too adorable to not give in so I caved. "You have some peanut butter crackers in your bag, have a pack,"
Cracking open her mouth with her straight, tiny white pearls and her dimples showing right through, she grinned at the delight of getting her way. Cassie isn't a spoiled little girl but she does get her way once in a while, including now.
"Thanks daddy!" she rapped her chubby kid arms as best she could, around my leg and ate the crackers happily. Soda was walking in front of me and looked back at his niece.
"Her accent is so adorable, she's goin' to stick out like a sore thumb," he told me.
"Yea, I know but she'll adjust to this life…" that was all I said. Feeling a soothing hand rub my back, I turned my head to grace the face of Rosa.
"Calm down sweetie," she whispered. Grinning, I pecked her on the lips quickly. By now, I was an open book to Rosa. Whenever I'm around people I haven't seen in a while or I'm just outside in general, I become stiff with a straight posture and even glassy green, blazed daggers that make others cower.
"I know…"
We all heard a gruff voice and turned our heads to Darry. "Where is your new apartment?" he asked.
"Its' about a block away from yours," I said softly and I think everyone around me, their faces white with shock. I guess no one expected how soft my voice really is normally.
"Ok…." The fog of awkwardness hung low and it mad me feel very debatable about talking or leaving the haze.
It was the haze of something not so new to me. It was the fog of new and gold.
A/N- HEYYYYYY! Well, I really like my descriptions in this here chapter. R&R!