The klok, bell rang loudly, announcing the end of class. The classroom got increasingly louder as the kids got ready to leave.
“I'll see u volgende week, class. Ponyboy Curtis?” My English teacher, called out.
“Yes, Mr. Syme?” I answered, looking up from my desk.
“May I speak with u before u leave?”
“I guess so.” I picked up my boeken and headed for the front of the room. “Am I in trouble?”
“No, no. Nothing of the kind. Ponyboy, did u write this all door yourself?”
I instantly recognized the composition notebook in which I had written The Outsiders. I flipped it open to the first page and quietly read the first paragraph, "....When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I have only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home. I was wishing I looked like Paul Newman---He looks tough and I don't---but I guess my looks aren't so bad. I have light-brown, almost-red hair and greenish gray eyes. I wish they were meer gray, because I hate most guys that have green eyes, but I have to be content with what I have. My hair is longer than a lot of boys wear theirs, squared off in back and long in the front and side, but I am a greaser and most of my neighborhood never bothers to get a haircut. Besides, I look better with long hair...." I closed it and looked at it for a while, then said, “Yeah, I did.”
“Ponyboy, did all of this really happen?”
“Yes sir, Mr. Syme.”
The English teacher leaned back in his chair and looked at me, then asked, “I knew some of it but......Did u toon this to your older brother?”
“No.” I shifted uncomfortably.
“You should. Take it on home pagina and have him read it. u can bring it back to me on Monday, I have something I want to do.”
“Okay. Uh, Mr. Syme? Do I get that passing C?”
“No, Ponyboy, I'm giving u an A-.”
“AN A?!” I was shocked.
“An A-, Ponyboy. u could get a better grade if u would just accomplish your work during the actual semester. That is an excellent composition, Ponyboy.”
“Thank you, Mr. Syme! Wait'll Darry hears this!” I left the room, the realized I didn't have the notebook, stepping back in, I took it and said, “I'll see u on Monday, Mr. Syme!”
Outside the classroom, Two-Bit was waiting for me, “Had to stay after, huh?”
“Yeah.” I shrugged and started down the hall.
Two-Bit followed and asked, “You in big trouble?”
“No. Mr. Syme told me to have Darry read this.” I showed Two-Bit the notebook.
Two-Bit wiped his hands on his jeans and took the notebook, flipping through it. “The Outsiders? Hey, this has me in it!”
“Yeah. I wrote it about last month.” I took the notebook back.
“Ah. Hey, Steve, me and some other greasers are gonna head down to the corner store and hang out, u wanna come?” Two-Bit, now outside the building, pulled out a packet of cigarettes.
“Can't. Gotta get home.”
Two-Bit lit a cigarette for himself, “Darry get after u again?”
“No. I've got homework and the house is a mess after u came over.” I zei meaningfully, glaring at him.
Two-Bit ignored my point, offering a cigarette.
“No, I gotta get home. Anyway, Darry zei I'd better quit smoking. It gives the welfare workers something to work off of.”
“Okay, Ponyboy. See u later.”
“See u later, Two-Bit.” Two-Bit headed off down the straat and I started home. I wandered down the street, thinking about the earlier month. I knew that it all had happened and I remember all of it clearly, especially in my dreams, but I've never had really thought about it in depth. Passing the DX, I saw Steve working at one of the pumps. “Where's Soda?” I called out.
Steve saw me, waved and responded, “He already left. Darry called and zei Soda was only going to work a half dag today. u know, that sounds like a good idea. I'll call Buck and see if he can send over a replacement.”
I grinned, Steve never worked a full day. “See u later, Steve!” I called as he stepped inside for the phone and I moved on.
“I'll see u volgende week, class. Ponyboy Curtis?” My English teacher, called out.
“Yes, Mr. Syme?” I answered, looking up from my desk.
“May I speak with u before u leave?”
“I guess so.” I picked up my boeken and headed for the front of the room. “Am I in trouble?”
“No, no. Nothing of the kind. Ponyboy, did u write this all door yourself?”
I instantly recognized the composition notebook in which I had written The Outsiders. I flipped it open to the first page and quietly read the first paragraph, "....When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I have only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home. I was wishing I looked like Paul Newman---He looks tough and I don't---but I guess my looks aren't so bad. I have light-brown, almost-red hair and greenish gray eyes. I wish they were meer gray, because I hate most guys that have green eyes, but I have to be content with what I have. My hair is longer than a lot of boys wear theirs, squared off in back and long in the front and side, but I am a greaser and most of my neighborhood never bothers to get a haircut. Besides, I look better with long hair...." I closed it and looked at it for a while, then said, “Yeah, I did.”
“Ponyboy, did all of this really happen?”
“Yes sir, Mr. Syme.”
The English teacher leaned back in his chair and looked at me, then asked, “I knew some of it but......Did u toon this to your older brother?”
“No.” I shifted uncomfortably.
“You should. Take it on home pagina and have him read it. u can bring it back to me on Monday, I have something I want to do.”
“Okay. Uh, Mr. Syme? Do I get that passing C?”
“No, Ponyboy, I'm giving u an A-.”
“AN A?!” I was shocked.
“An A-, Ponyboy. u could get a better grade if u would just accomplish your work during the actual semester. That is an excellent composition, Ponyboy.”
“Thank you, Mr. Syme! Wait'll Darry hears this!” I left the room, the realized I didn't have the notebook, stepping back in, I took it and said, “I'll see u on Monday, Mr. Syme!”
Outside the classroom, Two-Bit was waiting for me, “Had to stay after, huh?”
“Yeah.” I shrugged and started down the hall.
Two-Bit followed and asked, “You in big trouble?”
“No. Mr. Syme told me to have Darry read this.” I showed Two-Bit the notebook.
Two-Bit wiped his hands on his jeans and took the notebook, flipping through it. “The Outsiders? Hey, this has me in it!”
“Yeah. I wrote it about last month.” I took the notebook back.
“Ah. Hey, Steve, me and some other greasers are gonna head down to the corner store and hang out, u wanna come?” Two-Bit, now outside the building, pulled out a packet of cigarettes.
“Can't. Gotta get home.”
Two-Bit lit a cigarette for himself, “Darry get after u again?”
“No. I've got homework and the house is a mess after u came over.” I zei meaningfully, glaring at him.
Two-Bit ignored my point, offering a cigarette.
“No, I gotta get home. Anyway, Darry zei I'd better quit smoking. It gives the welfare workers something to work off of.”
“Okay, Ponyboy. See u later.”
“See u later, Two-Bit.” Two-Bit headed off down the straat and I started home. I wandered down the street, thinking about the earlier month. I knew that it all had happened and I remember all of it clearly, especially in my dreams, but I've never had really thought about it in depth. Passing the DX, I saw Steve working at one of the pumps. “Where's Soda?” I called out.
Steve saw me, waved and responded, “He already left. Darry called and zei Soda was only going to work a half dag today. u know, that sounds like a good idea. I'll call Buck and see if he can send over a replacement.”
I grinned, Steve never worked a full day. “See u later, Steve!” I called as he stepped inside for the phone and I moved on.
u started walking towards him, your nerves coming through. “What if he doesn’t remember me?” u thought. But he couldn’t. u used to be best friends.
u walk up behind him, he was talking to that Johnny kid that u sometimes hung out with. He was also with Two-Bit.
“Still trying to grease that hair, hood?” u laugh from behind him.
He whirls around. “(Y/N)?”
u smile at him. He runs toward u a scoops u up into a big beer hug.
“Oh my god I missed you.” He muttered as he set u down, and began stroking your hair. Well that was… Different.
“Missed u too.” u squeezed him.
“Well look at what we’ve got here… Damn u were like, nine the last time we saw you? hallo Ponyboy…She’s really uh ‘grown up’, hasn’t she?” Two-Bit laughs.
“Shut up,” Ponyboy mutters. But he was looking at you.
And u locked eyes.
Ad everything changed.
“Dad, why does Jesus have a scary beard?” My eight jaar 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 jaar 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 door now.
(Y/N) was at home, on bed rest. Ella of Robert could be born any dag now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.
“You alright, babe?” He asks. u were lying on your stomach on top, boven of him.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” u say.
He strokes his hair. “You know, this could be us every night.”
“Yeah but we’d have kids, so it would be weird and awkward to do this every night. What if they had bad dreams of something?” u say.
“Ok, well then every other night.” He grins.
“That might work.” u laugh.
“By the looks of it, we’ll have lots of little kids on our hands.” He winks.
