this is my copy of The Outsiders, the one i show Ponyboy
Ponyboy looked over the cover of the book. he put it back on the mesa, tabela and asked me, "is that supposed to be ME?" he was reffering to the face on the the cover, the one on topo, início of all the others; the largest.
"i guess so. i dont really know. i never thought about it, Ponyboy," i said. he looked at me and smiled. i dont know why. he didnt really have any reason to smile. and ya know what? he had a real nice smile. it just made me wanna jump up and down and giggle and grin. he had the same girl-stopping smile that i imagined his older brother Sodapop to have. it was cute and sweet and adorable.
"so," he started. "do you have ANY idea how we coulda gotten here, in..."
"you and your friends are in the ano 2012," i said. "and i really dont know how. i'll have to think about it." Ponyboy's eyes nearly looked like they were gonna fall outta his head.
"2012?!" he exclaimed. people stared at us. i looked at him and put my finger in front of my closed mouth. he grinned sheepishly.
"golly, and i thought you were supposed to be a QUIET sorta guy, Pony," i said, and then i smiled. then he said, "thats 44 years after the time we came from!" i looked at him, alittle confused.
"i thought it was 46. didnt you come from 1966?" i asked. he shook his head.
"no. we came from 1968, two years after i wrote that paper. maybe thats why you think its '66. the...'book' took place in '66 but we came from '68. make any sense?" i nodded. i guess it did.
"so youre 16?" i asked him. but he shook his head again.
"im 15 going on 16. i'll be 16 seguinte month." i knew that. i knew when his birthday was. it was July 22. "how old are you?"
"i'm 14 going on 15. my birthdays in August. and isnt your birthday July 22, Pony?" he looked at me...a little creeped out but also pleased.
"yeah," he said. "howd you know that?" i sighed and stood up. i walked over to him and took his hand.
"come on, Pony. youre going to my house. theres loads i need to show you online." i hurried him and we walked the long walk to my house.
"what about Dally and Johnny?" he asked.
"we'll get them later," i said. and then i was off in an almost-run.
i walked into my house, thank God no one was home, and plopped down on my computer in the living room. Ponyboy stood seguinte me and watched as i quickly typed things in on Internet Explorer. i went to one website that was all about him. "see?" i said. he stared at it, almost wide-eyed.
"whos that?" he asked, pointing at the picture of a boy in the middle of the screen.
"thats C. Thomas, i call him Tommy, Howell. they boy sitting seguinte to him is Ralph Macchio. Tommy portrayed you in the Outsiders movie and Ralph portrayed Johnny. since people have no pictures of you and your friends cause you werent real people, or so we thought, they use the actors pictures for things instead," i said. Ponyboy stared at Tommy Howell curiously.
"well, Tommy looks an awful lot like me," he said. i looked up at Ponyboy and stared at him. he looked down at me.
"hm," i said, looking him over. "he kinda does, i guess. thats good. that means they got a good actor."
"i guess," he said. "now, is this all info about ME?" i nodded.
"yup. your birthday, your interests, your hobbies, you appearence, etc. and"--i moved the rato so on the screen is was por the left hand column--"if you click on your friend's names they show up with the same things." he looked at it and said, "hey, theres Cherry's name." i looked down. ew. Cherry. gross. Cherry. that faker, Cherry. i didnt hate her but i didnt like her. i didnt like any girls that were possible amor interets for Ponyboy. they didnt exsist in my world.
"whats wrong?" he asked me. i looked up and put on a fake smile.
"oh, nothing, Pony. dont worry about it. now"--i exited outta that site and went to one called Fanpop. i typed in "the outsiders" into the procurar bar in the topo, início right hand corner and waited for the club to pop up--"here is another site. this is all about the book and movie." i got up off my computer chair and motioned for him to sit down. he quickly did and used the rato to scroll down. there was pictures and artigos and links and vídeos and quizzes and a mural that fãs could write on. Ponyboy stared in amazment. then he scrolled back to the very topo, início of the screen and looked in the topo, início left hand corner. i think i knew what he was looking at and i immediatley thought, uh-oh.
"whos PonygirlCurtis7?" he asked me. then he looked up and raised his eyebrows. i blushed.
"oh," i said nervously. "thats just a silly username/screename. everyone on this site has to have one if you want to be a part of clubs."
"is this YOUR username?" a small smile played across his lips. i blushed even more.
"yes," i said quietly. he moved the rato so he could click on the word seguinte to my username that said "profile." i wish he wouldnt have done that. my perfil page popped up and he saw my atualizações and pictures and clubes and my wall.
"you are from Tulsa and your name is...Ponygirl Curtis?" he asked. my face was going to burst into flames. literally. i was really embarrassed. he scrolled down some more. then clicked on "more wall" so he could view my entire mural and looked at the very very bottom; the very first thing i put on my wall. it said, "i amor Ponyboy...i just had to say that..." i quickly roubou the rato and scrolled back up.
"alright, Ponyboy, youve had your fun. thats enough," i said nervously. but he put his hand on mine to stop me fron exiting out. it felt really nice. i was about to pergunta him when i noticed what he was looking at.
"'Stay Gold. Its a good way to be...'" he quoted. he was looking at my motto.
"oh," i started. "thats my motto. you know what i mean por that, right?" but pónei, pônei shook his head. then i thought, wait a minute...
"oh, thats right!" i said. "Johnny never died so he never told you to stay gold." Ponyboy looked at me questioningly. i smiled. then i said, "youre gonna have to read the book, Ponyboy. it'll make mais sense once you do."
this is the picture of Tommy Howell and Ralph Macchio that Ponyboy an I saw on the first site i showed him
“Do you like plants?”
“Ummm… Sure?” You answer your boyfriend Two-Bit.
“That’s not a good answer.”
“Ok I don’t like plants?”
“Wrong answer.”
“I like plants?”
“Good.”
“Why?”
“Because I got you one.” He looks up towards the ceiling.
“Oh…” You say, it finally clicking. “I like this plant.”
“Good.” He grins as he kisses you.
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Darry and Dally looked at (Y/N) from the couch. She was talking with Soda on the front porch, smiling, laughing at what he said. They both thought you had a beautiful laugh, and that you were completely adorable.
Darry was jealous of Soda, he thought he could take better care of you, provide a better life.
Dally thought he could protect you more, and amor you better.
Their hearts both broke as Soda leaned down to kiss you.
Darry and Dally looked at (Y/N) from the couch. She was talking with Soda on the front porch, smiling, laughing at what he said. They both thought you had a beautiful laugh, and that you were completely adorable.
Darry was jealous of Soda, he thought he could take better care of you, provide a better life.
Dally thought he could protect you more, and amor you better.
Their hearts both broke as Soda leaned down to kiss you.
You groan and turn over. You had the flu. You were really sore,tired, and cold. You thought nothing could make you feel better.
“Hey, (Y/N), you hungry?” Your boyfriend Soda asks from the doorway.
You shake your head. “I’m just cold.” You sniffle.
“Well that can be fixed.” He says smiling.
He gets onto the bed, and snuggles close to you, and puts all the blankets on topo, início of you.
“Soda, you’re gonna get sick and…”
“I don’t care… All I care about is you, and that you’re gonna feel better.”
The cars zoomed by.
“This makes me so nervous.” you say.
“Why?” Soda asks, smiling.
“What if the cars blow up, and we die? Or what if they crash? Or-“
“Hey it’s going to be fine,” He interrupts you. “Have some popcorn.”
“But what if I’m eating pipoca and the cars blow up and we die?”
“Then I’ll blow up and die eating pipoca with the girl I love.”
And he kisses you on the lips.
“Darry, how do you feel about kids?” You ask.
“About having kids?” He asked. You were nervous.
“Yeah.”
“I’ve never told anyone this really… But it’s been my goal in life to be a better father figure than I ever was to Soda or Ponyboy… I thought I did a good job, but I know I could’ve done better.” He scratches his neck. “So yeah I’d want to have kids.”
“Well that’s good.” You smile.
“Why?” He asks. “You aren’t…” He starts, but then looks at you. “You are aren’t you?” His smile lights up the whole room.
You nod your head. He picks you up in a big urso hug.
