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 this is Ponyboy. aint he cute? i know he is. this is him when we stop da that trash heap on our way back to Dairy Hut and he sits on a tire on superiore, in alto of a tall basket
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
*Two Little Outsiders*

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 dato the chance to speak
this is an Outsider i know who, just like me, is judged before given the chance to speak
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“Where is Soda?” te scream from your hospital bed.

Two-Bit had driven te to the hospital, because no one could get a hold of Soda. te were in extreme pain now. Each contraction hit te like a thousand swords.

“It’s too late to give her any medication,” one of the nurses whisper.

You see Ponyboy’s face go white. “No medication? Oh god. This will be great.” He says, eyes wide.

Another contraction hits. te wince.

“Well it looks like we are having a baby the old fashioned way.” The doctor said.

“Oh no. No no no. Give me the drugs. Give me the drugs.” te thought.

Another contraction...
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ponyboy, i asked the nurse to give te this book so te could finish it. the doctor came in a while ago, but i already new it anyway. i keep getting tired and tired. listen, i dont mind dying now it was worth it, it was worth saving those little kids, their lives are worth più than mine, they have più to live for. some of their parents came da to think me and it was worth it. tell dally it was worth it. im just gona miss u guys and iv been thinking about it. that poem, the guy that wrote it. he ment your oro when your a kid, like green, when your a kid everything is new, dawn, its just,...
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“So, yes??” Ponyboy asks, standing in your front yard, with all the balloons.

“I thought te detto we weren’t going.” te whisper.

“But I want to spend prom with the girl I love, and I want to see te in a pretty dress.”

“I don’t think I can afford a dress,” te mumble.

He grins. “Which is why we are going dress shopping.”

“What?” It’s your turn to grin now.

“You heard me. Johnny and Two-Bit are in the car to help out.” He says.

“Are te serious?” te ask, amazed.

“Yeah, c’mon into the car te go.” He picks up bridal style, walking te down the walkway and...
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te knew that voice anywhere. That laugh.

te started walking towards him, your nerves coming through. “What if he doesn’t remember me?” te thought. But he couldn’t. te used to be best friends.

te walk up behind him, he was talking to that Johnny kid that te sometimes hung out with. He was also with Two-Bit.

“Still trying to grease that hair, hood?” te laugh from behind him.

He whirls around. “(Y/N)?”

te smile at him. He runs toward te a scoops te up into a big orso hug.

“Oh my god I missed you.” He muttered as he set te down, and began stroking your hair. Well that was… Different.

“Missed te too.” te squeezed him.

“Well look at what we’ve got here… Damn te were like, nine the last time we saw you? ciao Ponyboy…She’s really uh ‘grown up’, hasn’t she?” Two-Bit laughs.

“Shut up,” Ponyboy mutters. But he was looking at you.

And te locked eyes.

Ad everything changed.
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Ponyboy’s Perspective

“Dad, why does Gesù have a scary beard?” My eight anno old Rhett whispers.

“I don’t know…Maybe they couldn’t shave back then.” I whisper back.

“Oh,” he nods. It seemed to make sense to him.

Twelve anno old Scarlett looked over at us, trying to see what all the whispering was about. I waved my hand at her to tell her it wasn’t important.

Charlie had crawled into my lap halfway through the sermon. He was five now, but still my little man. He was half asleep da now.

(Y/N) was at home, on letto rest. Ella o Robert could be born any giorno now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.

But I was happy.
When we got to Buck Merril's place all I could hear was the sound of cheap music. There sure is a party going on here. Now let's just hope Dally is here. When we knocked on the door Buck appeared. "What are te here for?" He was drunk. "We need to see Dally.", Johnny explained. "He's busy.", replied Buck. We don't have time for this I thought. "Just tell him it's Johnny, Pony, and Carli, man, he'll come." "Fine." After what seemed like hours Dally finally came. "Wadaya guys want?", he asked. "Johnny killed a Soc.", pony told him. "Good for you." I can't believe he just detto that to Johnny....
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Dally gets shot da police while the rest of The Greasers rush to his rescue. Unfortunately they are too late.
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