i felt like writing a one-shot. i like them. maybe ill write more...
will u blindly follow me when im goin nowhere? will u keep your faith in me when i dont have a prayer?
i stood on my front porch and waited. waited. waited for my vrienden Ponyboy Curtis, Johnny Cade, Two-Bit Mathews, and Steve Randle. we were going to school together. i impatiently tapped my foot. if they didnt hurry up, we were gonna be late. the cool, light, September breeze kicked my long, golden brown hair around. i pushed it outta my face. i looked at my watch. "damn u guys!" we were definatley gonna be...
ponyboy, i asked the nurse to give u this book so u 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 meer than mine, they have meer to live for. some of their parents came door 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 goud when your a kid, like green, when your a kid everything is new, dawn, its just,...
“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” A boy about your age says, truly apologetic. He grabs your hand and pulls u up. u find his eyes, and u see how cute he is. He looks at you, stunned. “I’m… Really sorry.” He says as he stares into your eyes.
“It’s fine.” u blush. “I would have fallen anyway, I’m clumsy.” u say, brushing off your legs.
“Well if u did, I’d catch you.” He grins. “Anyways, I’m Ponyboy. What about you?”
“(Y/N).” u grin.
“I like that name. So.. Uh what brings u to the camp?”’