Part 2
Ponyboy's POV
Hey Darry, where's Soda?-
Hey, don't speak so loud, Fanny's having a rest.-
Darry says in a soft voice.
-Thought her name was Francesca...-
-It is, indeed, Fanny's her nickname-
When I first saw that girl, I blushed, because she's just so cute... her curly, brown hair, her happy voice, her funny accent... and then, her eyes are the darkest eyes I've ever seen!
I noticed that she only has eyes for Dar.
-Anyway, we still have to ask her where she from... and then, you haven't answered my question yet!- I say that in a rude voice, but just because I hate it when Soda goes somewhere withouth telling me... I don't know why, it just bothers me.- Where's Soda?
-Don't worry kiddo, we got rid of milk and he went to buy some. But yes, when she wakes up, we'll ask her where she's from.
Francesca's POV
Oh God... what time is it? I've been sleeping for an hour...
I stand up and try to adjust my dress which I didn't took off before sleeping.
I decide to go down to talk a little to those guys... there must be another one of course, I mean I read on the news paper there were 3 guys in this house!
-Hi!- I say, and notice another young man on the sofa that I haven't seen before...
-Hi, you are Francesca... sorry for my pronounciation!-
-Oh yes... don't worry, Italian can be hard to pronounce at times...-
I hear someone from the kitchen whispering "I was right, she's Italian..."
-So you come from Italy, the country of... pizza?-
-Yes, I come exactly from the city of pizza, Naples. And my parents own a pizzeria in Dallas... but don't ask me to bake one, I'm not able too, I'm terrible at cooking! Anyway, I guess you are the third guy who lives here with Darry and Ponyboy, ain't you?-
I don't know why, but this young man makes me smile. I don't feel uncomfortable when talking to him like I do with Darry and the youngest one. He's handsome... but I still like Darry best!
-My name's Sodapop, but eveyone calls me Soda...-
He's going to finish what he's saying, but we both hear Darry saying "hi" and asking me if I feel better now.
-Oh yes, I do feel much better now, thank you...-
God, his eyes...
-Dar, did ya know she's Italian, her parents own a pizzeria but she can't cook?- Soda says with a grin.
-I heard her saying that before. Fanny, were you born here in the US or in Italy?-
-Well... I was born in France 21 years ago, my parents are both Italian but they worked there at the time. When I was 1 year old we all went back to Italy, but two and a half years ago my dad's cousin convinced my parents to move to the US with him. They opened a restaurant while I was still in Italy with my old aunt. A few months after, I decided to come to this country and stay with them, because the quality of life is better here.-
-Your English is perfect, even if you haven't been here for a long time!-
Soda says.
-Oh well, thanks... I do have an accent, though!-
-Don't worry 'bout that, it's nice to hear someone with a cute foreign accent!-
Soda smiles at me while saying that, but I'm still looking at Darry who is in the kitchen and is currently busy with the soup. The smell's good... both his smell and the soup's!
I notice Soda's looking at me with a confused look on his face, like he's not used to see girls looking at his brother this way.
-Oh thank you, hope you'll always understand what I say...-
After chatting with Pony and Soda about my country, this country and pencils (don't remember why we ended up talking about pencils...), Darry tells us dinner's ready.
The food is tasty and good, and those guys are true gentlemen!
So, usually our house is plenty of people, like it's never silent here... there are usually 5 other guys... 3, I mean...- Darry says.
Their faces get suddendly sadder, and I'm afraid the little one's going to cry...
-I think I have to go now- Pony says, and yes he's going to cry... poor him... maybe someone died? They told me they're orphanes, but I think it's impolite to ask if someone else died recently...
I try not to look worried though.
After Pony's gone, Darry explains to me that they recently lost two friends.
-They were younger than me... they were our buddies and we still can get over it...-
I feel you, I lost my best friend last year...she had cholera... she was my "buddy" too...-
We both laugh, but our hearts are full of sadness.
Ponyboy's POV
I've been in my room for about 20 minutes. Silent tears are falling down my cheeks and there's no way to stop them...
I can hear that Soda, Dar and Fanny have finished eating and that girl is kindly telling my older brother the food was great and she can clear the table and do the washing up.
I hear them saying "thank you" and laughing.
Suddendly, Darry comes in and sees me sitting on the bed, my cheeks all wet.
-C'mon, little buddy- he hugs me- we have a guest tonight, and she's beautiful and nice... it's not everyday we have cute foreign girls staying with us... I know it's hard, but could you please try to be happy while she's here? I know she's going to be nice all the time while she's here. Now, go down and help her with the dishes, and try to talk to her...-
-Darry, she looks at you like you were an angel...-
-C'mon! Whatcha saying?-
He goes back to the living room and I hear him saying"hi"to Steve who's just entered the house and who's already trying to flirt with Fanny, who has already done the washing up.
At 9:30 pm, after talking with the guys and Fanny (I love talking to her, she's smart and cultured...), I know some more Italian words that are not foods and decide to go to bed. Tomorrow's my last day of school and this is the last night I have to go to bed so early.
I will have more time to get to know her better. I fall asleep 40 minutes after.
Sodapop's POV
It's 2 am, and I've been awake all the time. How come is that girl looking at Darry like he was an alien? Is she falling in love with him?
God, that's awkward... I like that girl and she likes Darry who has never had a real girlfriend... he kissed some girls in high school, but none of them was his "girl" and now he just doesn't have the time to have one. That's weird, because my parents were 19 when they got married and he's already 20...
-Soda?- Pony notices I'm staring at the ceiling.
-Hey buddy...-
-Why ain't you sleeping?-
-Why did you wake up?-
I had a short dream, and there was Fanny with a wedding dress, and Darry too...-
he yawns.
I put my arm around his chest and hear he's sleeping again. I put my head on his shoulder and fall asleep too.
We both think the same thing.