HIYA! I'm back. Soooo... Uh. Yeah. I didn't get as many poll result (cough three people cough) as I expected. So..uh.. I just decided to give Ponyboy his glasses. Ahhh! Yes, I'm sorry if you don't like it, but don't worry! There gonna be another chapter up today. That's just gonna be all movie. So keep your eye out doe that! Aaaaannnnndddd ROLL THE TAPE!
"What?" Dally turns his ear to be heard.
"Are you deaf old man?" TwoBit yells, "He said he wants to turn himself in!"
The result?... A cowboy boot hit a Greaser's face.
"I got a good chance of being let off easy." Johnny says. "Ponyboy and Cherry could testify. We got a chance in this." Dally shakes his head, "No, no, no, no." "We won't say you helped us." Johnny adds. "I'll give you back that gun you won't get into any trouble, Dal."
That's not what I'm worried about, kid, Dally thinks.
Dally turns to him, "Are you sure this is what you want to do?" "Yeah, man. It ain't fair for Darry and Soda to worry about Ponyboy all the time." Johnny assures him. "I guess my folks aren't worrying-" "Hey man, the boys are worried!" Dally says.
"Yeah Johnnycakes," Soda tells him. "We'd all be worried sick."
Johnny smiles gratefully at Soda.
"Did you know that TwoBit wanted to go to Texas to hunt for you?" Dally tells him.
"Well that would have ended badly," TwoBit says.
"For you or for us?" Steve asks.
Ponyboy looks at TwoBit then frowns at the screen. He moves up just the tiniest bit again, and squints a little.
Soda sees the youngest Greaser and frowns. Is he okay? As surprising as it may sound, Sodapop is much more observant than people think.
"Dally, I asked if my parents asked about me." Johnny asks. "No they didn't ask about you? So what? Do you think my old man gives a hang if I'm dead in a car wreck or drunk or in jail or something? He doesn't care. But it doesn't bother me none." Johnny looks down, and doesn't say anything.
Dally shakes his head. Man, kid. Why do you do this to yourself?
"Come on, you're not going anywhere. I get you this hideout, man. A hangout, a hideout. And look at this. You wanna split. This is just terrific." Scene cuts to road, "Johnny, you don't know what a few months in jail can do to you." Dally says. "You get mean in jail. I just don't want to see that happen to you like it happened to me."
Ponyboy sighs silently in frustration and moves up a bit, squinting even more at the blurry screen. He has to do it subtly though. He doesn't want anybody making a big deal about it.
Dally exhales in frustration. They hear shouting in the distance. They turn to the noise, and see that the church is on fire. "What's going on? Who started it?!" Ponyboy says.
"Oh my God!" Soda exclaims.
"Jesus Christ..." Dally says.
"What the hell started that inferno?" Steve asks.
"It looks like hell on earth..." TwoBit mutters.
Johnny looks surprised then he looks sick, "The cigarette..." He whispers to Ponyboy.
Pony gasps, "The cigarette!"
Ponyboy felt his heart drop to his stomach. Soda turns to him.
"Hey it wasn't your fault." Sodapop assures.
Soda moves forward to click the play button, but it doesn't work. He clicks it again, but it doesn't work. "What the hell..." He mutters.
"Let me see that." Steve moves forward.
"Can you fix it Steve-O?" TwoBit asks, peaking through the head of the two Greasers.
Steve glares at him, "Why, cause I could fix it the first few times? And I swear to God TwoBit, if you call me that another time I'll pummel you into tiny little two-bits."
"Why isn't it working? It doesn't have that fucking circle shit on it." Dally says.
Soda groans and lays back and let's his hands fall to his head, "Why us..why us?"
"This almost isn't even worth it." Steve mutters.
"What's gonna happen in the fire?" Johnny asks, "Are the kids gonna be okay?"
"Are we gonna be arrested? Are they we gonna go in the fire?" Ponyboy plots.
"The hell are you guys doing?" Steve asks.
"It's suspense, Steve." Ponyboy explains. "It helps me calm down."
"How the hell does that make you calm down?" Steve says, "If anything it makes the anxiety worse."
Ponyboy and Johnny gasp, "You're right."
Darry sighs, "This couldn't have come at a worse time."
"Damn right it couldn't have." Dally mutters.
"I'm going up to the room," Ponyboy mumbles to Sodapop.
"Alright," Soda says. Sodapop doesn't look bothered for a minute until he was hit with a thought, "Wait!" He says that a little too loud. He lowers his voice, "Wait for me."
He follows Ponyboy up to the room, and sees Pony grab a book. He watches as Ponyboy sits on one of the chairs and and starts to read. Sodapop decides to make himself look busy, so he just walks around picks up an old car magazine, and flips through it.
"So why did you wanna come up here if you didn't want to do anything," Ponyboy asks, though his nose was still in the book.
"Huh..uh..what makes you say that?" Soda says.
"That's the old magazine that you once ranted to me for hours on end. Said how incorrect it was, and that all the cars are too old to be tuff nowadays." Pony points out. "Don't know why you still kept it."
"Oh..uh." Damn it, the kid caught Sodapop red handed.
"So," Pony puts his book down. "What?"
Soda decides to just let it out, then he hesitates. It could be nothing...but it doesn't hurt to try either. Okay..okay. He's gonna ask.
"Are you seeing that okay?" He points to the book laying on Pony's lap.
Ponyboy raises an eyebrow (that literally everyone in the gang could do, thanks to TwoBit), "Uh..yeah. I could read it just fine. Why?"
"Can you see the screen on the Mac-thingy alright?" Soda asks.
Pony hesitates, "Yes?" He says, but it sounds uncertain.
Sodapop gives him a pointed look, and he almost wants to laugh, because it's similar to Darry's.
Ponyboy sighs, "No...not really." Pony tells him.
"I don't know. The screen's all blurry and I can't see all the details. I can read my book just fine, just stuff far away gets difficult." He admits.
Soda frowns, "Then we need to get you some glasses, Pone."
Ponyboy's eyes widened, "No! No, it's fine Sodapop. It's not that big of a deal."
"Not that big of a deal?" Soda says, "Does this affect you in school, Ponyboy?"
"A little. But I'm okay, I just ask for notes from others. I'm fine." Ponyboy assures him. "And it's the summer anyway...no need to have the soda popped." He mumbles the last bit.
Soda shakes his head, "No Ponyboy, you're getting some glasses and that's final." He sighs, "What the problem with glasses? Mom had them."
"No it's not that...it's just... Are you sure we can afford it?" Ponyboy asks, looking ashamed that he had even asked.
Soda gives him a look. This is what he was worried about? Oh Ponyboy. "Of course, Pony."
"We should save that money, though." Ponyboy mutters, "I can manage. Besides you and Darry work enough already. I don't want to add my crap to the stack." He sniffs, and an almost invisible tear falls from his eyes. He quickly wipes it away, embarrassed again.
"No, Ponyboy. We ain't doing that." He moves forward to hug Ponyboy, "We love you Pony. You're our little brother, and I'll be damned if you don't get what you need. I think- I know Darry would agree with me. In fact-" Sodapop faces towards the door, "Darry! Could you come up here?!"
They could here footsteps coming up the stairs and the door opened, "What? Are ya'll okay?" The raven haired asks.
"I think Ponyboy needs glasses." Soda says.
Darry looks to Ponyboy, "Is this true?"
"Yeah, well...for things far away, yeah." Ponyboy tells him.
Darry nods, "I'll schedule an appointment." He turns to leave.
Ponyboy eyes widen a bit, "Really?" Pony almost covers his mouth. He curses in his head, he didn't mean to say that out loud.
Darry turns back to him, quizzically. "Of course, Ponyboy." He looks to Sodapop, "It wouldn't be a bother."
Soda smiles at Ponyboy, "See, Pony. Money isn't an issue."
And it isn't even supposed to be your issue. Though Sodapop doesn't say that out loud, because he knows it won't stop Ponyboy from thinking it.
"Don't worry about it."
"Is this what the problem is?" Darry says with a raised eyebrow, "Ponyboy, you shouldn't be stressing yourself like that."
"I didn't want to have you guys stressing either," Ponyboy says. "I didn't want you to grow more gray hairs, cause Soda's already getting wrinkles."
"Gah!" Sodapop gapes. "What did you say?!"
Ponyboy flushes, "N-Nothin'."
Soda tackles him and holds him down, "Where was your ticklish spot again, Ponyboy?" His hands move over to his stomach, "Right here!"
"Don't!" He laughs, "St-Stop! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"Jeez Pony, you act like we're torturing you." Darry smirks.
"Ahh! That's cause you are!"
"You want it to stop?" Soda asks, though he couldn't stop the smile from showing on his face.
"Y-Yes!"
"Then take back what you said." Soda replies, and tickles him even more.
"Alright! Alright!" Ponyboy laughs. "You-You guys- Ha! Ya'll are getting weaker in your old age-AHH!"
"When did my little brother get so mouthy, huh?" Darry asks, taking Soda's place.
"FINE! FINE! Ya'll aren't getting old! You ain't growing whiskers either!" Pony screeches and laughs. "J-Just stop!"
"Alright." Darry and Soda let go of the younger boy, leaving him red and out of breath.
"Don't call me old, little buddy." Darry says.
"Or me. Got me worried there for a second. I can't even begin to farrell the idea of me getting old."
"Yeah," Ponyboy pants, though a smile is still on his face. "Don't worry. And don't you mean fathom?"
"Uh..yeah." Soda says. "What did I say?"
Darry shakes his head in amusement, grabs his littlest brother in and puts his arm around his neck and scruffs his perfectly greased hair.
"No price is ever too high for my brothers." Darry tells him seriously.
He lets go off Ponyboy and heads downstairs to make the call, and Soda follows him, because he doesn't have anything better to do up there. Before he leaves he turns to Pony, grins and winks at him and strolls out the door.
Ponyboy grins too, feeling happy and relieved.
He decides to follow them and goes down to the living room. And sits on an open space on the couch.
Time passes, and Ponyboy hears the phone ring.
Darry, the farthest away from the phone, says, "Hey Soda, could you get that?"
Soda, who is approximately three feet away from the phone, looks at the phone. Deciding that the distance was just to far, yells to the one in the middle, "Ponyboy, could you?"
Ponyboy groans, he was at the part where they bury the body and hide the evidence in his book, and so far the best part. He turns to his best friend, "Johnny?"
Johnny does not really want to move from his spot, afraid TwoBit'll take it. Two's been eyeing that seat, ever since Johnny sat there so he calls, "Dally?"
Dally looks at the kid bored. No way was he gonna get all the way up from his comfy position and walk all the way to the phone, he looks to the car expert, "Steve!"
"What!" Steve snaps.
"Get the phone."
Steve rolls his eyes, "TwoBit!"
"Yes Steve-O?" TwoBit looks at Steve innocently. Though it resulted in an worn out sneaker thrown in his face, "Get the phone, stupid."
"TwoBit frowned at the distance between his soft place in the carpet and the phone (*cough* Ten feet *cough*). He shudders at the the thought of walking all the way there. No way, he's fine right where he is. Cold beer in hand, and front view of Mickey. He's okay.
"Hey, Darry!" He call, forgetting that Darry was the one to start this line. "Could'ya get that?"
The phone rings for the sixth time and Darry sighs, and gets up. He picks up the phone, but covers the voice part, "You were three feet away, Soda. Three feet!" He whispers, and holds up three fingers.
Sodapop shrugs and sticks out his tongue.
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