whoo. im trying to update this thing as much as possible before marching band takes over my life next week. so here's a little update - sorry for the lack of johnny in it.
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When I came to, it was still dark out, but a faint light was shining in the distance. I was on what felt like the ground, and my head hurt massively. I had no idea where, what, or why the hell I was where I was, till I suddenly remembered; those 3 guys. My stomach lurched and I felt like I was going to puke. What if they had…
"I think she's waking up guys." I then heard a voice, that familiar voice…no, Johnny's voice call out in the darkness of the night. "Ali? Al, you awake?"
Al. that was a new one. It made me sound like a guy, but I kinda liked it. The way he said it made me like it.
And even though I felt sick to my stomach, my heart was still running laps inside of me. The fact that he was there, that he actually cared enough to be here…it felt nice. Really nice.
I heard footsteps, too. A bunch of them, and another voice (complete with heavy breathing.) spoke out, "Johnny, I think its time that…you go home, and she can stay with us tonight. I'm sure…my parents are gonna be alright with it. Same with everyone else; go home. This isn't a sideshow…" he murmured, as I felt somebody lift me up off the ground. Somebody with muscles.
I still hadn't opened my eyes due to sheer fear. I didn't want to see where I was being taken, or what was going on at all. I just wanted to forget this and wake up in my bed the next morning with no recollection of anything. Maybe that would be easier then anything else. Just forgetting Johnny and his friends and going back to being…well, normal.
Muscle man was taking me somewhere, and wherever it was, it wasn't that far of a walk. It was confusing; all these twists and turns, before I guess we finally reached the front door, and that smell, that one from a week ago, it was back. This had to be that Soda kid's house. So then who was the muscle man?
I felt him lay me down on what I guessed was their sofa, and then his footsteps walk away, probably into the back of the house. It was only then I opened my eyes.
I was right about it being Soda's house. I recognized it almost immediately. I couldn't see muscle man from where I was laying down, but I did hear footsteps coming in another way. I decided to finally stay awake – how much harm could it do?
It turned out to be that Ponyboy kid, Soda's younger brother. He looked at me for a second, before continuing on.
"Hey, wait." I said, but the sound of my own voice shocked me. It almost hurt to talk; something must've been damaged when…
Ponyboy turned back around, walking closer towards the couch, and stopping, getting down so I could see him at my eye level.
"What?"
"What…exactly happened tonight?" I asked, trying not to let the pain of speaking show. But it probably did for all I know; I wasn't good at hiding things.
"To be honest, I don't really know." He said, speaking slowly. Maybe he thought I was delusional or something. "I wasn't there; I haven't even heard anything from Darry."
"You mean muscle man?"
Ponyboy laughed; wow, I made somebody laugh. That was a rare occasion. I could've sworn he smiledl, before saying "Yeah, my brother, Muscle Man, Darry…whatever you wanna call him."
I wanted to ask one more question, even though I knew the answer to it. "Where's Johnny?"
"I reckon he's back at home. Or in the lot. He sleeps there a lot. Why?"
"It's…It's nothing." I said, as Ponyboy got up, and began to walk away.
"You're here for the night, so don't worry and get up in the middle of the night. We'll get you home in the morning." He called out, as I shuffled around, closed my eyes, and slowly let the world of sleep come to me yet again.
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so there you go. r&r, because that really makes me happy. stay gold!