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Chapter 2

DAY ONE

It was now 11:30am. Paul and Johnny had been off the train for about half an hour and after getting directions, they were walking down the hill and spotted the church. Standing there, old and black. Abandoned and decrepit. It was a great place to hide…to escape.
"THE CHURCH!" Ponyboy cried out. They were there!
They ran down the hill and went to the door. It was locked. The two boys shook the door in desperation. From inside, Neil woke up to the sounds of the door being pulled by Ponyboy. With all the stuff that had happened, he was extremely cautious at these sounds and scurried through his backpack. He then pulled out a knife…a kitchen knife.
He got up and heard the boys banging on the wood on the window frame. He could hear their footsteps coming closer to the window frame that didn't have wood after Neil busted them. Neil didn't know who these intruders were but given the certain circumstances, he was prepared for any danger.
Neil waited by the frame, knife ready…when the intruders revealed themselves!
Ponyboy and Johnny screamed as they saw Neil with the knife. Neil put the knife down when he saw the attackers. They were just boys. However, something familiar was about Johnny…that night.
"Uh…hi," Neil said after an awkward silence.
Ponyboy thought of something to reply with. "We're sorry, we didn't know you were in here," Ponyboy apologized.
"Oh no, worries um…do you want to come inside?" Neil said, awkwardly. He liked the boy in front of him but felt insecure around him.
"Sure." Ponyboy and Johnny went in through the frame. Ponyboy held out his hand.
"I'm Ponyboy, Ponboy Curtis." Neil took his hand. "Neil, Neil Campbell. I like your name. It's super cool." Neil faced the familiar boy.
"I'm Johnny." Johnny smiled yet Neil felt weary about this guy. He took the hand anyway and pretended to be happy.
Neil moved back to the sleeping bag. "I'm confused. Can you fill me in on what you're doing here?"
"You tell us what you're doing here," Ponyboy said, sitting down on the huge sleeping bag with Johnny.
"I asked you first."
"I won't tell you unless you say first," Ponyboy said with a grin and Neil smiled.
"Well, I was witness to a crime…you know, like a murder." Ponyboy and John looked at each other. Was it….
"So I left my Tulsa just to be safe," he said. Ponyboy and Johnny looked at each with more worry. It definitely was! Neil noticed.
"Something wrong?"
Ponyboy and Johnny looked down. Ponyboy had to explain. "Tell me about the murder."
"Well I was just walking down a park at night when I saw some guys dunking some kid in a fountain so his friend stabbed the guy over and over again with a pocket knife. All his friends fled and then the guy looked at me and I ran like crazy."
Ponyboy and Johnny's worry increased. "What the fuck is wrong with you two?"
Ponyboy sighed. "Neil, don't freak out. This is going to come as a bit of a shock to you but…" Neil began getting worried, confused. "…Johnny was the one who killed that guy."
Neil jumped up, the knife in hand. Ponyboy and Johnny got up as Neil began pacing backwards, scared now. He was facing the murderer! This is what he was running away from!
"Neil, don't freak out! You don't understand! They were drowning me so Johnny tried saving me but he got a bit…carried away."
"Just a bit!" Neil retorted.
"Why are you scared then?" Johnny said, saying the first thing since he greeted himself to Neil.
"Because… don't you want to kill me?" Neil said, now scared out of his wits that the worse has happened.
"No! You're a cool guy. I don't want to kill you!" Johnny said, not trying to sound like he was sucking up
"What made you think he wanted to?" Ponyboy asked, just as confused as Johnny.
"Because I know and I could tell ANYONE and put you in jail!" Neil cried. This is what got him here in the first place.
"Neil, I'm not a murderer!" Johnny said and his youthfulness was very persuasive. Neil surveyed the two boys before him. He wasn't completely convinced. He was pacing back a bit. Ponyboy and Johnny's eyes were trying to convince Neil and when things couldn't get worse…
"AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH…"
Neil tripped over a brick and fell on his back. The knife fell out of his grip and flung into the air. As in slow motion, Ponyboy noticed that if Neil didn't move… the knife would come down on him. Ponyboy jumped over to where Neil was and rolled him over. The knife came down on the air and stabbed the wood where Neil was.
Ponyboy was on top of Neil. The two were looking at each other. Both had good breathes. Neil surveyed the boys face before him in a few seconds-Ponyboy was actually quite attractive. His hair was so slick, his skin was practically flawless, his eyebrows were done so well, his lips were so coloured and he was quite muscly. Neil wasn't the only one surveying the person before himself…
Ponyboy was looking at Neil. He had a cool hairstyle, a cute nose and dark eyes that charmed him. His smile was small yet sweet and his cheeks were flawless in a dark tan way but with no foundation. He had just as much muscle as Ponyboy and it was quite attractive.
Ponyboy and Neil realised the position they were in and that Johnny was watching. Ponyboy got off of the guy that he had saved. Neil realised the knife. He turned back to Ponyboy and gave him a "thanks for saving my life" smile. Neil turned back to the knife and then to Johnny. Reality set in and…
Neil grabbed the knife and stood up. It was de je vu when he began pacing back, not trusting Johnny and Ponyboy who was getting up.
"Neil, please. We're not going to hurt you." Neil looked at them and gave in, dropping the knife and smiling. He had made friends.

Neil had been unpacking his bag. Johnny had been awake a few minutes, reading a magazine. He and Ponyboy had been exhausted for sleeping for only four hours. Just then Ponyboy got up and looked at Neil.
He watched Neil unpack his clothes. He just watched for a few moments, smiling. He really liked Neil. Neil noticed Ponyboy and smiled.
"What?"
"You've got a good taste in clothes," Ponyboy said, "Better than the shit we wear."
"Are you saying as a…"
"As a what?"
"As another way to say, 'you're gay'" Neil said, sadly.
"Nah, man, what makes you think that?" Ponyboy said. He was a little taken aback. Why would he think that?
"It's just…that's what so many people think…I mean, I don't have a problem with…people being gay or even being gay. It's just when people use the word gay as an insult is when I find it offensive.
"Well if I meet any of those guys, I'll get me, Johnny and my brothers to beat 'em all up."
Neil and Johnny laughed. Neil caught a look at Ponyboy who was smiling. It was a great smile!
"Do you think we could borrow any of these clothes?" Ponyboy asked.
"What?" Neil said.
"Borrow them. I mean, they look warm and they are better than the crap we're wearing."
"Sure, go ahead and pick," Neil said.
"Thanks man," Ponyboy smiled. THAT SMILE! Ponyboy picked out a red Hurley jumper and black tracksuits while Johnny picked up a buttoned T-Shirt, a three-quarter shirt and purple jeans. They all went off to change into their clothes.
The two came back after getting changed. They both looked really good in their clothing…better than what Neil thought he looked when he was in it…
"Attractive, you guys," Neil jabs, getting that joke into it so as to not be accused of the "gay" thing.
Ponyboy and Johnny smiled. "I'm bored," Ponyboy said. "Play cards," Johnny said. "I don't want to play cards."
"Well, there's a movie on soon," Neil said.
"We don't have a tv!" Johnny said.
"Yeah we do, there's one over there!" Neil pointed to a dusty television set sitting on a holder.
"What movie?" Ponyboy asked, lighting a cigarette.
"Psycho," Neil says.
"The one where that chick gets it in the shower? That movie sucks!" Johnny retorted.
"Have you seen it?" Ponyboy snaps, smoke coming out of his mouth. He looked so dreamy when he did that…wait, what, Neil? Johnny doesn't reply.
"It's like the biggest horror movie out," Neil said.
"How do you watch that shit?" Johnny asks.
"It's not shit, it is voted one of the best horror movies that will ever be. Have you seen how scary and clever the music is in that shower scene?"
"I get the impression you really love horror movies, Neil," Ponyboy said.
"If you didn't know I like horror movies, you don't know anything about me."
"You're right. We don't know anything about you, Neil. How about we find out…you go first."
"Fuck shit, you go first!" Neil snapped back.
"I asked you first."
"I gave you my clothes…"
And with that argument settled, Ponyboy began. "Well I don't really know what to say about myself."
"Tell me about your family," Neil said.
"Well my mum and Dad died when a train hit their car eight months ago," Ponyboy said, matter-of-factly. Neil didn't know how to react for a moment.
"I'm really sorry to hear that, Ponyboy."
"Nah, it's not all bad. I live with my older brothers Darry and Sodapop and a bunch of their friends. We're called the Greasers."
"Okay, tell me facts about you. Your birthday, hobbies."
"My birthday's December 7, 1950."
"Hey, my birthday's December 29!" Neil pointed out. The two looked at each other in amazement.
"Well, my hobbies, um…I don't really know. Well one time a doctor said my hobbies were "imagining" so he told me to "stop imagining" and got me some new hobbies like reading and drawing and every now and then football." Neil smiled. He admired Ponyboy's coolness, his attitude, his friendliness, his vulnerability. Not to mention he was extremely good looking and well-built…wait, what?
"Well, should I say anything?" Johnny said.
"Why not? I'm sure Neil would love to hear about the guy who got him here," Ponyboy said. The two other boys recognized the truth in that remark.
"Well, my family's pretty fucked up. My Mum always comes home drunk and beats my Dad up. I tell everyone but no believes me just because she's a woman. And the people who do believe her cheer her on."
"Yeah, I hate all that double standard crap," Neil said.
"So do I! There are so many double standards for men," Johnny said.
"Wait, what's a double standard?" Ponyboy asked.
"It's when one gender does something and it's completely normal but when the other gender does something, the whole world loses their minds," Neil said. "Like for an example-a woman can insult a man and call it funny but a man insulting a woman is called sexist."
"Oh yeah," Johnny said, "And here's one-a group of girls chasing after a guy is acceptable but a group of guys chasing after a girl is called gang rape."
Ponyboy laughed. "That was like one time some girl took her friend to the toilet at my school and then when I wanted to go to the toilet with my friend, everybody thought it was weird."
"And women can wear mens clothes but guys can't wear girls clothes," Johnny said.
"Well I love to talk about this but can you tell me something else about you?" Neil said.
"Right, well my birthday is November 22 and I like street fights, I guess… unless it gets too crazy."
A silence falls before all three boys, all smiling sadly. "Well, I guess I have to tell you something about me, now," Neil interjects, shrugging all three of them out of the silence.
"Oh yeah," Johnny said.
"Finally," Ponyboy said, making Neil laugh.
"Well I used to live in Tulsa but when I was nine to Los Angeles," Neil explains.
"The movie capital of the world? You an actor?" Johnny asked.
"Well I do acting classes but I much prefer screenwriting," Neil said.
"Well what made you move from the best city to the shittiest one?" Johnny asked.
"Well my Dad owns Tulsa Services."
"Oh yeah, they make a lot of money," Ponyboy said, stubbing out his cigarette.
"So why did you come?" Johnny asked.
"Well, I come every school holidays for a few weeks," Neil said, "I come with my whole family but my Dad just wanted me to come because I was too distracted in Los Angeles."
"What?" Ponyboy asked, his breath smelling like smoke.
"The lights and movies get me off my studies apparently. According to my parents, I'm lacking common sense and can be good at school but I just don't give a fuck and I think entertainment is better than studies."
"Dude that's exactly the same as me! That's what all my teachers say to me! And my oldest brother. Even my parents said that before they died," Ponyboy said, getting up. The two shared a smile at their realizations. They kept looking at each other. The surroundings weren't there. It was just them two… admiring each other. Johnny wasn't stuck in their moment and coughed. The two shook out of their trance.
"Anything else you want to say?" Johnny asked.
"Well, my hobbies are bike-riding. I rode my bike all the way from Tulsa to here."
"WOW! Are you serious?" Ponyboy asked.
Neil nodded. "I didn't want to walk. Walking burns calories and I really don't need it."
"Why? You're not fat!" Ponyboy said. Johnny shakes his head in agreenemnt.
"Nah, I said I DON'T need to burn caloreis," Neil said loudly.
"But you ain't skinny," Johnny said.
Neil laughed. "You should have seen me four months ago. I was like the weakest kid ever. I mean, being shit at sport doesn't really help either."
"Man, we're like good as at sports!" Johnny smiles, high-fiving Ponyboy.
"That's great for you," Neil says, putting his clothes down a little sadly. Ponyboy recognised his discomfort.
"Well how about this?" Ponyboy said, making Neil turn his head for the deal coming, "Over the next three days, Johnny and I will help you with sports if you promise not to tell anyone we killed some guy."
Neil smiled. "Are you serious?" Ponyboy sported that smile again as he nodded his head. Johnny seemed pretty keen on the idea by the looks of it. "Well, yeah, sure. Dude, thanks so much!" Ponyboy laughed. "Yeah, no problem."

Hours passed and night finally fell on the day. The tv was out and connected and on the screen was Psycho. The three boys lay on the sleeping bag, now in three different pairs of pyjamas supplied by Neil.
"Guys, this is where she gets it!" Neil said, excitedly.
"Get what? The D?" Johnny asked, not sarcastic at all.
"NO, YOU IDIOT! She's gonna get killed!" Ponyboy said as if it was the most obvious thing ever.
"Well, I'm sorry but she is naked and in a shower so I just thought-"
"SHHHHHH!" Ponyboy and Neil say at the same time. Johnny rolled his eyes and lied down, not caring about the movie anymore.
"Here it comes…" Neil said, a huge smile on his face. This was his most anticipated moment in any movies he has seen. Ponyboy was pretty into it to. The shadow of a woman was now fully up to the shower curtain on the screen and she pulled back the curtain, triggering the famous screeching violins from Hitchcock's classic.
Janet Leigh turned around and screamed bloody murder as she saw the knife, three shots coming closer to her mouth. The woman then began raising her knife on to her. Ponyboy and Neil smiled and watched on excitedly as Johnny turned his head away, repulsed. Ponyboy noticed.
"C'mon, chicken shit, it's just a movie!"
"IT'S DISGUSTING! Oh, I'm going to bed."
"Dude, you are in bed," Neil pointed out. Johnny noticed the enormous sleeping bag he was on and the blanket on top of him.
"Oh right, well I'm going to sleep," Johnny said. He turned his head and closed his eyes. Ponyboy and I continued watching Janet Leigh's eye zoom out of the camera. She was now fully dead.

Ponyboy and Neil were finally asleep. Ponyboy was restless and put up.
"Johnny…are you all right?"
There was no reply from Johnny, who was fast asleep.
"He will be," Neil said. His eyes were closed but he wore a grin. Ponyboy smiled and watched Neil fall into a slumber. Ponyboy loved this kid. He was funny, down-to-earth, truthful and real. He was handsome, hot, sexy, loveable, boyfriend-material, Ponyboy just wanted to…wait, what, Ponyboy?
Ponyboy was startled by his words of actions and blamed it on too much smoking and not enough sleep, causing him to fall asleep.