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 were at Buck's party door yourself, then someone covered your eyes and whispered meet me outside in five minutes. u couldn't tell who it was, but your curiosity got the best of you. As u stepped outside, u saw Dallas Winston, your long time crush. "Hey Dal," "Marisa, I've gotta tell u something," Dally bit his bottom lip and looked down at yours as u got closer to him. "Well, I've always liked u and I know I flirt all the time but you're different, you're special." Now Dally was holding your hands and pulling u closer to him. "If I can have you, I won't need anyone else in my life, so please Marisa, will u be my girl?" Your face probably looked shocked because right there Dally decided to pull u in for a long passionate kiss. "Yes! Dally, I will!" He smiled then u two got in his car and drove into the darkness of the night with intertwined fingers.
u walked into the Curtis house and u saw Ponyboy sitting there reading his book. "Hey Pony, are u ready to read 'Gone with the wind?' " "Yeah hang on, hallo Soda, can u come here for a minute." u and Ponyboy have been vrienden for a couple days now and he promised he would toon u his favoriete book, and u never knew he had a brother. "Hey Pony--" Soda walked in with no overhemd, shirt on, only a towel. His jaw dropped and he blushed. "Hi, I'm Sodapop," "I'm Alex," u couldn't stop looking into his beautiful eyes. "Well Alex, how about I take u to the dingo for a coke?" u nod but then remember that u were really there to get that book. "Oh, pony, I'm sorry, can I please go?" "I ain't your parent, sure u can go and here take the book, u can read it to Soda." Soda took your hand and began leading u out the door. "Hey sodapop!" pony yelled, "you know u only got a towel on?" Soda blushed and gave u a quick kiss then ran to go get cloths.
u and Two-bit are sitting on the divan, bank watching Mickey muis and playing around. u throw popcorn at him occasionally and he just laughs. u have been dating for about 4 months now. u throw a piece of pop maïs and it hits him right in the face, and he turns around slowly, a slight smirk growing on his face as u begin to giggle. He lunges for u as he begins to tickle you, but this time u fight back and playfully wrestle him. u two roll around wrestling on the floor for about 2 minutes, and u stop when he ends up on top, boven of you. u look into each others eyes for what feels like forever, and finally he slowly moves his face closer to yours and kisses you. "I love u (Y/N)" he whispers, and leans in for another kiss.
Later that night, u hear someone in the house. Thankfully Dally heard it too and he was wide awake. He quickley gets out of bed as u follow. u creep down the hallway and peek around the corner.
"Go back to the room," He says as u do what he instructed
u sit on the bed,praying that everythings okay.
Soon, u hear shots from a gun.
Then silence
With the money that I would have gone to college with, and with what Ponyboy had saved, we had bought Soda his horse.
Soda came in, in his plaid overhemd, shirt and jeans. His jaw dropped. Then he smile brighter than the sun.
He walked over to horse.
“Hey buddy,” he says, smiling, petting his nose.
“It took forever to get him to listen,” Ponyboy said.
“Yeah, I got myself and ornery pony.” Soda grins.
“You happy?” u ask Soda.
He just looks at you, smiles and nods his head.
“Yes. I am 100% serious.” He says, grinning.
“You’re joking.”
“No I’m not.” He laughs.
“Yes u are.”
“Come on (Y/N).”
“Fine.” u say.
u take the bier from his hand and chug it down.
“There.. Are u happy with my chugging skills?” u ask.
u had gotten tired of the New Years Party u were at, so u decided to have your own; complete with balloons, champagne, dancing, and the life of the party.
“This is fun,” u laugh as u look up to him.
“Yeah,” he laughs, as he dips you.
“Careful of the champagne, babe.”
“Sorry… Just trying to make things classy.” He laughs.
“You kidding me? This is some high class shit!” u laugh.
He glances at the clock.
“It’s 11:59,” he grins.
“Time for our New Year’s kiss,” u grin as u lean in.
“Not yet!” He yells, moving your face away. “It isn’t midnight yet!”
u laugh, then glance at the clock.
“Well, we missed it.” u pout. “It’s 12:01.”
“Looks like we have to wait a whole nother year.”
He pauses for a second, thinking.
“You.” He finally answers, smiling.
“That’s not one thing.” u roll your eyes and giggle.
“Yes it is. u are you. Without certain things, u wouldn’t be you. If you’re pretty eyes weren’t (eye color), u wouldn’t be you. If u didn’t snort when u laugh, u wouldn’t be you. If u didn’t randomly burst into song, u be you.
If u weren’t nice and sweet and funny, it wouldn’t be (Y/N). The (Y/N) I know, love and adore.” He smiles as he kisses u on the cheek.
“Really?” u ask.
“Really.”
“Really really?”
“Really really.”
“Johnny how do u think this looks?” u ask, holding up a black dress to you.
“How am I supposed to know?” He groans as he leans on one of the shelves of the department store.
“Well, would I look good in it?” u ask, twirling the dress around.
“You’d look good in any clothes, honey.” He smiles at you.
“Any clothes?” u ask, scrunching your nose.
“But u also look good in no clothes, if that’s what u want to know,” he grins at u like a little kid. “So could u hurry up so I could see my favoriete outfit on you?”