this is Ponyboy. aint he cute? i know he is. this is him when we stop by that trash heap on our way back to Dairy Hut and he sits on a tire on top of a tall basket
as Ponyboy continued to browse online (which i dont know how he got the idea how to considering they didnt have internet in the 60s) i went into my cucina and pulled out something to eat from the fridge. it was a Cioccolato Cream Pie i had made for myself with a recipe i had gotten when i was in 7th grade from my home Ec. teacher. "Hey, Pony, te want some Cioccolato pie?" i asked him. i saw him look up from the computer screen and into the window to my kitchen.
"sure," he detto with a smile. "i Amore Cioccolato stuff, same as my brothers." i smiled.
"i know," i mumbled to myself. so i grabbed two paper plates off the superiore, in alto of my fridge and took the lid off of the pie pan. i started to cut us slices.
"so," Ponyboy started. "theres a movie based off of my paper?" i shook my head.
"no, theres a movie based off of an author's book," i said.
"but that IS my paper."
"but apparently not everything is true in the book so its technically not your full paper for your English class."
"but its still my paper." i grunted and stepped outta the cucina with his plate. i handed it to him, along with a napkin. i pulled up a chair successivo to the computer chair and looked at the screen. then i turned to pony who was digging into his pie.
"wow. this is really good, Amber. i ought to make something like this for my brothers. who made it?" i smiled. he liked my cooking! i didnt think i was all that good at preparing food.
"i did," i said. he stared at me wide-eyed. then he smiled.
"i thought so," he said. "you look like the cooking/baking type. i can cook too. sometimes i have to make breakfast for my brothers if im the first on up cause"--i stopped him.
"i know," i said. "the first one up has to make breakfast and the other two do dishes. i know alot. freaked out yet?" pony smiled nervously. i bet i was making feel uncomfortable, me knowing all these things about him and his life. "sorry," i detto quietly.
"it-its alrite, i guess. its just..." he started but then he trailed off. i finished his thought for him.
"its weird knowing that theres things about you, all your secrets and beliefs, stored in a book that millions of kids our age and youger have read." Ponyboy nodded and looked down at the scrivania, reception the computer sat on. silence carried on for a few minutes. but then he broke it da asking, "so, anyway, back to our original conversation, theres a movie?"
i nodded. "you wanna watch it?"
he shook his head. "i should probably read the book first, Amber." i smiled.
"right." i set my plate on the scrivania, reception and got up to grab my book. i handed it Ponyboy. "here."
"youre gonna let me borrow it? i meant i was maybe gonna go to the biblioteca o buy it. te dont have to lend me your copy." i smiled and shook my head.
"its okay, Ponyboy. i trust te with one of my preferito libri of all time. but if anything happens to it, so help me..." i detto playfully. he smiled and chuckled.
"alright. i'll be careful. i promise," he said. i fluttered on the inside. i liked it when he promised me things. i really did. and i dont know why.
we headed on our way back to Dairy Hut after an ora of messing around on the internet. it was a long walk, the one we took. i kicked small rocks that layed strewn on the sidewalk as we went. we passed a trash heap and Ponyboy stopped. "wow," he said. "this is just like the one near my house, the one i go to to get away. i know its not an ideal place to be alone but its quiet if te go deep enough. this looks just like it." he started heading into the trash. i rolled my eyes and followed him.
"Ponyboy," i said. he stopped and turned around to look at me.
"yeah?" he asked.
"why we going through here?"
"cause...i guess it reminds me of home. but if te wanna keep going to meet Dallas and Johnny, then we can go." then i felt bad. he was homesick and this giant pile od trash reminded him of home (that sounds funny, doesnt it?). i shook my head.
"no, its fine. wait for me!" i detto enthusiastically. he chuckled and we climbed over bundles of trash. it kinda smelled but te got used to it after a while. i sat down on a pile of old newspapers and he sat on a tire that was on superiore, in alto of a tall basket. he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. then, just to be...polite, he offered me one. i took one (truth be told ive never really smoked before so i thought the weed tasted a little funny. but i got used to it) and we sat there and smoked and stared at each other for a while. it was nice, i guess. i liked looking at Ponyboy...is it just me, o did that sound weird?
"so," i said. "how come it wasnt mentioned in the book that te have a special...trash heap that te like to go to?" Ponyboy looked intently at me.
"well, i guess since i didnt put it in my paper it wasnt mentioned in the book."
"why didnt te put it in your paper?" i asked.
"right," he detto with a laugh. "like im gonna tell my English teacher in a paper i like to sit on trash so i can get away from the world. that would just give him and everyone else in this world another reason to think im a worthless piece of poor trash." i furrowed my eyebrows and stared at Ponyboy. i crossed my arms over my chest.
"youre not a worthless piece of poor trash, Ponyboy!" i said. he shook his head and looked at me più intently.
"dont lie," he detto seriously.
"im not," i said. "now quit recitazione like that. dont be so pessimistic, Pony. not everybody judges."
"i know te dont judge, but alot of people DO."
"i know," i said. "people shouldnt judge others. 'it was too vast a problem to be just a personal thing. there should be some help, someone should tell them before its too late. someone should tell their side of the story, and maybe people wouldnt be so quick to judge a boy da the amount a hair oil he wore. it was important to me.' its important to me too, Ponyboy. i understnad what it feels like to be judged too quickly. someone SHOULD tell their side of the story...and te did. i admire te for that." pony stared at me then he blushed a little.
"did te quote that from my paper?" he asked. i nodded. "wow, te got a good memory."
"not really," i said. "i have a terrible one. people are always nagging me about it. its annoying." it was quiet again as we stared at each other.
"i hate it," Ponyboy said, breaking the silence. "i hate judgment! why arent people dato a chance to speak before theyre judged?" i shrugged my shoulders.
"i dont know, Ponyboy. i dont know." it was quiet again after that. neither of us spoke as the chilly summer breeze wisked my hair around, occasionally masking my face. i held my legs and hugged them against my chest. i rested my chin on my knees and stared at Ponyboy as i thought about other things. and this time it wasnt weird that i was staring at him, cause he was staring right back at me.
so we both sat there, quiet. we were two little Outsiders who were judged too quickly da the ones who had no feeling. two little Outsiders who were judged before dato the chance to speak.
this is an Outsider i know who, just like me, is judged before given the chance to speak
His tongue ran down your stomach. It sent chills up your back. It felt amazing.
His tongue went back up to your lips as he started to unclasp your bra. He got it off, and threw it across the room.
But instead of it hitting the floor with a thud…
“Not on my couch.” Darry says, bra in hand
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“Will te please tell me why?” te were sitting on the bathroom floor with him. te were still shaking from the silent sobs that racked your body.
“Baby look at me.” He whispers.
Your eyes meet his, and te loose it. te put your head into your hands and sob.
“Hey, ciao everything’s fine. Shh babe, it’s ok. (Y/N) I promise,” he says as he picks te up an places te in his lap.
He rocks te back and forth for a few minutes, saying nothing. He looks down at your arm.
“You’re beautiful, te know that?” He mutters into your hair.
“Yeah?” He says, looking over at you.
“I found this in the attic.” te say, tossing it over to him.
It was his baby blanket, a dark blue color.
He looks at it wide eyed, just taking in the memories.
“What about this?” He asks, still looking at the blanket.
“Well I thought our baby would like it.”
“Planning ahead huh?” He grins.
“Only 8 eight months ahead.” te smile.
He looks up at te in surprise.
“You’re pregnant?” He asks, standing up from the divano to face you.
te just smile.
He scoops te up into a giant hug.
How were te going to tell him te got laid off?
Y’all needed money… te had just bought a house, and money was short.
So of course te had to lose your job.
te walking into your house, and flop onto the couch. te were pretty much done with all the stress.
Darry walked out of the bathroom, towel around his waist.
“What’s up babe?” He said, chuckling at the sight of te sprawled on the couch.
“I got laid off.” te mumble.
He’s silent for a second, taking this in. “I’ll pick up another shift.” He says.
“No, no.. te don’t have to…” te start.
“No.. I’d make più money than te would. It’s gonna be fine I promise.”
te turn around to see your boyfriend Steve grinning wildly, another snowball in hand.
“It’s so on,” te laugh, as te lean down to scoop the snow.
te are hit with another snowball, right in the shoulder. te fuoco back, hitting him in the face.
Instead of picking up snow to make another snowball, he sprints towards you.
And tackles te into the snow.
“Oww Steve!” te laughed.
“It was needed.” He joked back.
te were lying on your backs in the snow, looking up at the stars.
te start to shiver.
He looks over at you. “Babe, are te cold?”
“Yeah.” te nod your head, teeth chattering.
He scoots closer to you, and wraps his arms around you. “Warmer?”
“Yeah,” te smile.
He picks up the naked two anno old and plops him into the bath. “There. Your in. Stay in.”
te were holding baby Stephanie, who would not stop crying. Why did te and Dally even agree to watch Johnny’s kids? This wasn’t a great experience.
“Hey, (Y/N), look at this,” Dally grins.
te look in the bathroom to see Josh, sitting in the tub, his hair greased back, smiling like a maniac.
te can’t help but burst out laughing, only making the baby cry more.
“Stephie, shut the hell up!” Josh says from the tub.
“Josh!” te scold. te glare at Dally.
“It wasn’t me!” Dally says.
“Yeah right.” te say, rolling your eyes.
“In my opinion, we are the greatest babysitters ever.” Dally said, smiling.
“Hey,” Dally whispers in your ear.
“Hey,”you whisper back.
“You’re parents home?”
“Yeah, they’re asleep.”
“So nothing fun?”
“Dally, te pig.” te laugh.
“Nah, I Amore just cuddling with you.” He says, snuggling closer to your body.
You’re silent for awhile, feeling the heat of his body.
“I Amore you.” te whisper.
“Not as much as I Amore you.” He squeezes you.
“Are te crying?” te ask as he walks in.
“No.” He mutters, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.
“Yes te are, te big softie,” Ponyboy grins.
“Is she all ok?” Soda asks, still sniffling.
“Yes, she’s in perfect condition.” The doctor grins. ” 6 pounds, 9 ounces. te want to hold her?” He asks Soda.
Soda just nods his head. The doctor hands him the baby.
(OK INSERT SODA BABY IMAGINE HERE TO GET SODA FEELINGS)
Soda just smiles.
“Hey, Grace.” He says softly. “Hey.”
“She looks like you.” Ponyboy says to te as he looks over Soda’s shoulder at his niece.
“Pretty, just like her mom.” Soda glances at you.
I had it all ready.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
My parents wouldn’t care.
It would be a blessing for me to be gone.
I take a deep breath and take a final look in the mirror. My dark skin. Even darker eyes. The black hair I could never keep back. The scar on my cheek.
I run a hand through my hair, exhale, and open the mirror to see the different bottles of pills glaring at me; tempting me.
It would hurt the least. Less than the blade. But it might take longer. The rope would be quicker.
I reach for a bottle, twist the cap, and pour a few pills in my hand. I take another bottle and do the same.
I take a look at the drugs in my hand. I sigh, tilt my head back, and drop the pills in my mouth.
“JOHNNY!” I heard my drunk mother screech.
I spit the pills back into my hands.
I wouldn’t do this in front of my mother. Even though she was awful, she still is my mom. Im still her son.
