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Chapter 16
Ever since that eventful day, Ponyboy had been smiles and giggles. He finally felt normal again. The air felt much more lighter around The Curtis home. The drama was gone and everyone didn't have to worry about any more rapes or emo-Ponyboy.
Flipping rainbow pancakes and whistling along to the birds, Sodapop tossed a pancake and it landed on a plate. He smiled to himself, tossing a blue pancake this time. When it perfectly landed on the plate a second time he cheered, tossing a third pancake, this one was red, and it smacked Darry in the face.
"Oops." Soda laughed nervously. Darry growled, his face as red as the pancake as he flung it to the ground.
"Food should not be wasted, Darryl-Shayne." Soda stated As-a-matter-of-factly.
"Neither should a human being!"
"Oh. . . .that's just cold, Darry."
Ponyboy came in the kitchen, his backpack ready and his shoes on. He smiled seeing the food, sitting at the table, he began to eat. Darry smiled, sipping his coffee and Soda simply gusehed over the boy.
"Awww, look how big he is, Dare-Bear. Our little Ponyboy. Oh, it seems like just yesterday he was swaddled up and do helpless to this outside world of evil Socs and-"
"Shut up, Sodapop." Darry and Ponyboy groaned together, annoyed.
Soda frowned, tisking both brothers.
"You two have no poetic beauty towards civilized things." Soda sighed, dramatically.
". . . That makes no sence, Soda." Darry sipped his coffee.
"I heard someone say something on TV, it sounded like that." Soda stated, brining over more pancakes and syrup. Ponyboy loved Soda's tie-dye pancakes, Ponyboy was one of the few people to love Soda's cooking, at first he was hesitant, but now he was addicted.
"Alright, tell me now who's going where? I wanna' know BEFORE I go to work." Darry clairified.
Soda started talking but Darry looked disgusted seeing multi-colored chuncks of pancake falling from his mouth.
"Wait until you're done eating, Sodapop!" Darry rolled his eyes while Ponyboy giggled.
Soda gulped. "Well, Stevie and I are heading over to the bowling ally, wanna' come, Ponyboy?" Ponyboy shook his head, two reasons why, A.) He knew Steve would be a pain in his ass the whole time he was there and B.) The Library.
"Nah, that's okay, Soda. I want to check out a few books." Ponyboy said.
"So, bowling ally and the library?" Darry asked.
Ponyboy and Soda nodded.
Darry aimed his fork at Ponyboy. "Nine-thirty"
Then at Soda. "Twelve"
"WHOO-HOO!" Soda cheered.
"Aw, why does he get to go out later?" Ponyboy moaped.
"Cause I said so. Now I won't be home until ten and when I do I want your homework done, your face washed and in bed by the time I'm home." Darry sternly spoke. Ponyboy only nodded, knowing not to push Darry's buttons.
When breakfast was over and the dishes were done Ponyboy put his homework and books into his bag and laces up his converse shoes.
"You're walking?" Soda asked, putting on his DX shirt.
Ponyboy nodded. "I'm gonna' try, Soda. I mean, I'm not scared of the outside anymore and it's a nice day. Besides, you both will be late if any of you give me a ride."
"But-but Ponyboy-"
"I think that's a good idea. It's a nice day after all." Darry smiled, opening the door for Ponyboy.
Ponyboy smiled while Soda's mouth hung open, baffled.
"Bye, Darry." Ponyboy gave him a hug, in which one was returned.
"Bye, Sodapop." Ponyboy hugged him too and he was rewarded with a bone-crushing squeeze-of-a-hug.
"You too, baby. Have fun in school." Soda kissed his forehead and Ponyboy giggled, waving goodbye once Darry pryed Soda's arms off of Ponyboy.
"I dunno, Darry. We should have given him a rape-whistle or something." Soda frowned, watching Ponyboy walk off into the distance.
"He'll be fine, Sodapop. Besides, it's building his confadance." Darry picked up his toolbox and Soda nodded, although he couldn't help but admit it, a part of him wanted Ponyboy to depend of him just a little while longer. Atleast two more years longer.
"Johnny!" Ponyboy smiled, calling out to his friend. Johnny turned and stolled over to Ponyboy.
"Hey, Pony. How are you? Felling better?" Johnny lit up a ciggarette, handing it to Ponyboy.
"Thank you, and yes. I'm doing much better, Johnny." Ponyboy rewarded Johnny with his signature smile that felt like forever since he's seen it. Johnny smiled back in return. The two continued their walk to school when Ponyboy stopped walking to look behind him.
"What's wrong?" Johnny asked.
"Nothing, I just feel like someone was behind me, that's all." Ponyboy truthfully answered. The two teens shrugged off what just happened, neither of them noticing the raven-haired, blue-eyed Soc watching them from behind a building.
"Class, as Freshman-"
"Cept me!"
"Accept, Mr. Matthews."
Everyone and Two-bit laughed. The teacher rolled his eyes and Ponyboy bit his lip from laughing anymore.
"Anyway. . . as Freshman, we are required to teach you sexual education-"
"Aw, this is nothing. I can teach this class about sex-ed in less than a minute." Two-bit nonchallantly called out. Ponyboy looked up at his annoyed male teacher. Mr. Styme didn't seem impressed.
"Oh, really, Mr. Matthews? Well I'm curious to know, enlighten us." Mr. Styme though he had Two-bit in the bag but when Two-bit stood up and cleared his throat:
"Play it safe, wrap it in Laytex, Or she gets the paychecks!" Two-bit had the class laughing hard while Mr. Styme closed his eyes for a moment, counting to ten in his head. It's been nearly three years and he was sick of seeing the nineteen-almost-twenty-year-old Greaser in his classroom.
"Mr. Matthews, go out into the hall. Everyone, turn to page 69-"
Two-bit lost it there and so had the teacher as he opened the door, pointing out to the hall. Two-bit didn't complain, in fact while in the hallway, he was still laughing.
Ponyboy rolled his eyes, but he still smiled. He turned to the page in his textbook and from the back of the class, the raven-haired blue-eyed Soc kept staring at him with lustful eyes of desire.
All day Ponyboy felt awkward, he didn't know if it was from Sex-ed or something else. All day he felt 'watched' or someone was behind him. He felt exposed almost. He tried to shrug it off, but the feeling only got worse each class period. He was scared that maybe his imagination was playing tricks on him or he was paranoid.
"So, I said- How did you think I rang the doorbell?" Two-bit laughed loudly.
Ponyboy didn't see anything funny in Two-bit's perverted joke, as a matter of fact, he was even paying attention.
"Alright, you got me. What's eatin' ya' kid?" Two-bit asked.
"Nothing," Ponyboy muttered. "Just stressed cause I got a lot of homework."
"Nothing this can't handle" Two-bit held up a bottle of beer, handing it to Ponyboy which Ponyboy declined.
"You know Darry and Soda would kill ya'," Ponyboy pointed out. Two-bit nodded and drank the bottle, scaring Ponyboy as he drove swerving around.
"Two-bit, don't drink and drive!" Ponyboy screamed.
"I know wha' I'm doin'" Two-bit snickered.
"Two-bit did you slur? Are you drunk?"
". . . . Maybe."
Ponyboy hated when Two-bit drank and drive. He hated it because a drunk driver killed his parents. At the red light, Two-bit didn't stop.
"Two-bit! You're gonna' get us killed!" Pony shrieked.
"Nah, I'm not sure about getting the crap beaten out of me by Sir Darry and jis campaign Soda" Two bit laughed.
Ponyboy groaned but soon the greaser pulled up into the DX and Pony sighed in relief. Soda shouldmbe working today and he wanted to see his brother.
"Wait here for Soda, Pones, all that beer made me have to take a piss" Ponyboy rolled his eyes as Two-bit ran from the car and Ponyboy happily waited for Soda. Soon someone approached the car and Pony rolled down the window.
"Hey, Soda. Two-bit is low so-"
He paused gazing up.
"Sorry, do you work here?" Ponyboy asked.
The reven soc only wickedly skirked. "It's been a while, Ponyboy"
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