Chapter 7
Pony's POV
Soda and I are home alone tonight. Two-Bit, Steve and Tim are coming, but we probably won't go anywhere, because tonight is Darry's night.
Tonight, he has the right to have fun and relax with a wonderful girl. She should come back home in
a few days and I just don't want her to.
Today she told me that she told her mom about Darry on the phone, and so she'll probably stay a little more.
Anyway, I hadn't seen Darry so happy for ages... he smiles all the time and is handsomer than ever.
Since mom and dad died, he's only worked and worked and worked. He didn't even think about girls.
Francesca must be an angel. I want her to marry Darry, I really do. And even if she's been here for only one week, I had enough time to realise how great she is.
She ain't perfect: she's a little lazy, too stubborn and hates cooking... but who cares!
It's 5 p.m and I'm in my bedroom, waiting for the gang to come.
Darry comes in. - Pon, Fanny and I are going.- Ok, have fun! - If there's something wrong, just call the cinema or the restaurant.- Ok Dar, bye!-
He goes to Fanny's bedroom. She's ready to go: her dress and her shoes are sober but colorful, and she's wearing just a little make-up, as usual. She's not sophisticated at all, but she manages to be very classy.
I hear them going out and Soda coming in.
-Pony, we're having pizza tonight.- Ok... where are the others?- I don't know...hey Pony, what's wrong?-
I feel like I'm going to fall down my chair. It always happens when it gets hot, that's because my blood pressure is low. But this time... it's like I miss something.
-Soda...- I close my eyes.
-Here we go again... Pony, lay down!-
I lay down my bed. Soda is going to the kitchen to bring me a glass of water with some sugar to make me feel better... but I grab his arm weakly and ask him to stay.
-What's wrong?- I need you here.- My eyes fill with tears.
-Why are you crying? Why are you always so complicated...- He shakes his hand and sits down next to me.
Soda, I don't want to lose you and Dar. I like that girl, but even if I hope she will marry Darry, I'm afraid it'll all be different. I need you both. I couldn't imagine myself without you, guys. I want us to always stay together...- I start crying.
We'll always stay together. Even with all our future wives and kids. And then, technology's running fast... maybe, we'll communicate using weird stuff that can show our image everywhere we are without spending too much money...
You're right. I just feel sad. It's like I need to travel, but at the same time I don't want to leave you.
He holds my hand and looks at me.
As soon as I get enough money, we'll travel, I promise. You, me, Darry and Fanny if things don't go wrong... You need to travel, you really do. You're going to have a great life Pony, but if you don't go out, if you don't know anything about the rest of the world, it will be much harder.
Darry's POV
At the cinema, first time after 4 years. We didn't buy anything to eat. We just want to enjoy this movie, kiss during romantic scenes and stay together. Yes, like teenagers.
Fanny looks concetrated. Her dark eyes are following everything, but she keeps her head on my shoulder and sometimes she turns to give me a kiss, or bacio.
Being with a foreign girls teaches you a lot. Maybe, if we start a relationship, we could visit Italy, so I could find out more about her roots.
The movie ends. It wasn't great, but not bad. I would say it was "average", but I'm sure Pony wouldn't like it.
We're now on the street. It's half past seven and we're going to my favourite restaurant. I recently roofed the owner's house, so it won't cost much. That's what I called being lucky...
That restaurant is nice, quite classy. There are many couples, because it's friday night.
We sit down a table with a red candle in the middle. Fanny holds my hand and smiles.
-Honey... Today I told mom about us. I always tell her everything. She said you seem good and polite, and dad thinks so too, because he always agrees with mom about guys. But...- she sighs.
-Baby, what's wrong? If your parents like me without knowing me... that's a good sign, isn't it?-
Of course it is. But, you see... my extended family wouldn't like the fact I have a relationship with a non-italian man. My parents could persuade them... but they're so close to traditions... my grandparents and aunts, I mean...
Baby, don't worry... we will fix everything.
No, I will never let a bunch of ignorant bigots make me break up with this girl. Ever.
Yes, our religions are different, our languages too... but c'mon, time's changing!