Disclaimer: I don't own anything from The Outsiders.
Soda's POV
I wasn't too shocked by his actual writing since he's asked me to read over many of his compositions, and poems, and stuff before. But he had never shown it me or anyone else (except his teacher) that I know of.
When I read his description of me I couldn't help but smile, but I was still kind of shocked. I knew he looked up to me, but just not how much, it was kind of weird, made me feel like I should try o be a better example or something.
His description of Two-bit, Dally, and Johnny were all perfect and I knew that he understood Darry better now, but reading about how he thought of him before still made me wince.
The only other thing that bothered me was what he thought about Steve. Sure Steve didn't exactly like Pony. But I was sure that he didn't hate Pony either. I frowned; I would have to talk to them both about that later.
It still made me mad that those socs jumped Pony I mean he didn't do anything to them, well… at the time he hadn't done anything to them. I mean it was their fault anyway. Why couldn't they just mind their own business? Pony and Johnny were just kids after all.
I shook those thoughts off. I knew if I didn't stop now I never would.
When I read about Mickey Mouse, my horse, I stopped in astonishment. I didn't expect Pony to remember that at all. I mean he had cried with me, but he was just ten and I didn't expect him to still remember. It shocked me that he had written about it and even tried to save up for that old horse.
Plus it made me kind of mad that he would talk about that, but the Cherry girl couldn't be too bad. She had spied for us and seemed to treat Pony like any other person.
Maybe Pony had paid more attention then what me and Darry gave him credit for.
It was just that he always seemed like his head was in the clouds. Not that I thought that was a particularly bad thing. It was just the way he was. But I think that he knew more about people than he let on.
Again, I shook those thoughts off as I continued to read.
*******************************************************************************************
I was at the part where Pony and Johnny got jumped, right after Johnny killed the soc when I decided I needed a break. I couldn't remember when I had last read so much.
I glanced at the clock 12:24. Perfect, just in time for lunch. I hurriedly stacked the papers on Pony's desk back to where they originally were, or as close as I could get them.
I didn't want Pony to know I read the composition until after I finished it. I needed some time to think.
Surprisingly still no one was home and the house was quiet. It felt strange. The last time it had been this quiet Pony had been sick and either the gang (what was left of it) stayed away or were as quiet as possible.
I smiled at the memory of a quiet Two-bit that was something you didn't see everyday for sure, and of course it didn't last.
I grabbed I piece of chocolate cake before heading back up the stairs, I couldn't help myself. Normally I hated anything to do with reading, and I really felt that I could use a break. But it was the kind of book that no matter how much you wanted to you just couldn't stop reading.
- Short, I know. I'm going to try to make the next chapter longer. I don't know whether Soda should talk to Pony about the composition first, or get the rest of the gang to read it. Either way the whole gang will read the composition, and Pony will find out.
Review and tell me what you think! I was going to set up a poll, but I thought that this would be easier.