Ripped at the seams
Summary: Ponyboy is only three when his parents die. Darry and Soda try their hardest to take good care of him, but is their hardest good enough?
Disclaimer: I Don't own the Outsiders!
Chapter 3:
Pony's POV:
"Michael come on! You've slept long enough, your friends will be here for your birthday any minute!" my mom yelled from downstairs.
"Yeah alright!" I yelled back. I was pretty lucky, I was a middle class kid so I got to hang out with the cool socs and wear comfy jeans with a nice shirt. A lot of my friends consisted of socs or middle classers. I got out of bed and went to take a shower. By the time I was finished getting ready my three best friends had showed up.
"Hey, James, Randy, Bob." I said as I into the living room. It was my eleventh birthday today so all my friends were coming over for my birthday party.
"Happy birthday man!" They said. James was a middle classer, in fact he was my neighbor, while Bob and Randy were socs.
"Honey, Ryan's here!" my mom called as another one of my friends came into the living room. Half an hour later all my friends were here and we were dancing to music, and stuffing our faces with junk food. I had made my parents promise to stay out of the way through out the whole party. Randy and Bob had persuaded me to invite a couple of girls. They had ended up inviting Cherry, Marcia and they whole cheerleading squad. There were rumors around school that Cherry liked me but you can never be sure.
We ended up playing all the games like spin the bottle, and seven minutes in heaven. We ate dinner at about 6:00 along with cake and presents and everyone left at about 8:00.
"Did you enjoy your party?" My dad asked as I came into the living room to watch tv.
"Yeah it was great thanks for staying out of the way." I told him, flipping through the channels.
"No problem." My mom said, coming in to watch tv with me and my dad.
During the night: Dream
"Darry! Darry! guess what! I'm a big boy! Soda said so!"
"Great"
"Come on Pone, let's go get your cake"
"Ok"
"Here Ponykid, this ones from me."
"A mickey mouse shirt."
"What else."
"This ones from me and Darry kiddo."
"A Teddybear! Just the one I wanted!"
"Yep."
"Open Johnny's next."
"A Picture Album, COOL!"
I woke up in a cold sweat like I did every year the night of my birthday. The same questions always floated around in my head too. Who was this kid, Pony? Who were the others? And why did I always have the same dream?
Here's my next chapter. I realize it's short but tomorrow is my first day of school so I was kinda busy. Hope you like it, please R&R:)