I own nothing. All rights go to S.E Hinton.
I know that you guys probably want to kill me, but I will update soon! Probably tomorrow (Thank you giant snow storm!). But I thought that you guys would like a sample of my next story coming up. I chose the one where Ponyboy has the knife, not Johnny. So, here's the first chapter.
Chapter 1
I lay in bed next to Soda, still shaking from getting jumped. I was still spooked. I kept thinking about what if the gang didn't get there quick enough and that blade had slipped, and cut my throat. Soda turned to me, wrapping his arm around me. I surrendered into his embrace, letting him cover me.
"Cold Pony?" he asks drowsily.
"A little." I lied.
"Listen, kiddo. Darry, he yells at you like that, he don't mean nothing. It's just that he got hit with a lot of responsibilities after Mom and Dad died, that he ain't use to. He's real proud of you cause you're so brainy. It's just cause you're the baby-I mean, he loves you a lot. Savvy?"
"Sure." I say, keeping the sarcasm out of my voice for Soda's sake.
"Soda?" I whisper quietly in the dark.
"Yeah?" he yawns.
"Was Darry right about how I should carry a blade? I mean, I don't want to get jumped again, not if I can help it." I say quietly.
Soda sits up and turns on the lamp next to the bed. I squint at the sudden change of brightness, covering my eyes with my arm. Soda gets out of bed, and goes over to the desk. He looks through the drawers, knocking half the stuff on it to the floor with a bang.
"Soda, what are you doing? You're going to wake Darry up." I whisper.
He turns around, smirking. He held a four inch black handled switchblade. It was the one that Soda got after Mom and Dad died. He said it for 'Just in case someone brakes in and Darry ain't home.'
He gets back under the covers, handing me the blade.
"I don't know if Darry was right or not, but if it makes you feel safe, carry that around. If it keeps you from getting jumped again, then I think Darry was right." He says turning out the light and rolling over. "Now, try and get some sleep, I got work in the morning, and then I got to go to that game with Sandy and Steve."
I look at the blade, knowing that this piece of metal could keep me from getting beat like Johnny was. I put it on the table next to me. I turn to Soda one more time.
"Soda? You in love with Sandy?" I ask shaking him some.
"Hhhmmm." He sighs happily.
"What's it like?" I ask.
He turned his head to me. "Most of the time, it's real nice."
"Alright." I say laying back down. Soda must have known that I was still scared cause he patted my back.
"Hey, it's going to be fine Pone, just go to sleep."
He turned back and went to sleep. I rolled on my back, looking at the celling. I breathed deep and closed my eyes, catching a glance of the metal on the handle of the blade gleaming from the moon light. I wanted to believe Soda and Darry that the blade could keep me from getting jumped. Hell, maybe it could keep me from getting sent to a boy's home. But, I couldn't help thinking that it could just make everything worse.
I'm sorry Soda, but I don't believe you.