this is Ponyboy. i meet him and his friends at Dairy Hut...on accident
after all three of us got our ice cream and so-called Dally flippped out cause it was so "expensive," (apparently they REALLY believe theyre from the 60s and ice cream back then was only, what--twenty-five, fifty cents?) we got an umbrella-ed mesa outside. i stared at the three boys, stunned. they HAD to be joking. there was no way that the boys in the BOOK were REAL. no way in hell possible. its just not logical. and i kept telling myself this. not logical, not logical, not ever possible...
"So how can we prove to you--wait, whats your name?" asked "Dally."
"Amber," i sinabi hesitantly.
"so how can we prove to you that we are who we say we are, Amber?" he asked. i shrugged my shoulders, but then i thought. i could ask them tanong that no major tagahanga could ever remember...maybe. it depends on how obsessed they are. i asked them questions, each indivigially. i started with "Johnny."
"what did you hate worse than being whipped sa pamamagitan ng your father? i read about it on page 12. i'm sure even if youre a huge fan, you cant remember that." i was sure of it. and i remembered the passage well:
"'his father was always beating him up, and his mother ignored him, except when she was hacked off at something, and then you could hear her yelling at him clear down at our house. i think he hated that worse than getting whipped.'"
i am able to remember that cause i am a HUGE fan. "Johnny" didnt bat an eye. he new the answer quick and well. "being yelled at sa pamamagitan ng my mom. i hate that. parang buriko here told me that he and his brothers can hear it down at there house." i twitched and got shakey again. but it was no big deal. i turned to "Dally."
"how many years did you spend on the 'wild side' of New York and what age did you first get arrested? it is sinabi on page 10." i gave him two. i new he could figure the segundo one out but i didnt know about the first. he waved me away.
"man, thats easy! i spent three years on the 'wild side' and i was arrested at age ten. aint it tough? i know it is!" i smiled. i guess it WAS tough. and i was getting spooked. how did they know the answers? unless...i dismissed the potential thought. then...i turned to "Ponyboy." when i looked at this look-a-like, i got shivers and paruparo flutters that ran up and down my body. when i looked at him, i felt like the world was different. somehow. i asked him a tanong that i had no idea if he had the answer to or not: "what is your mother to you. you say so on page 48, before you and Johnny fall asleep in the lot after...running away." "Ponyboy" looked at me with a pained expression. i guess he could tell i didnt think it too hot when "he" ran away after Darry slapped "him." he opened his mouth to say the answer.
"to me...she was golden and beautiful. she made the best tsokolate cakes and could make Dally grin, in spite of himself. she could could keep you outta trouble, dont you remember, Dal?" he looked at "Dally" and saddness covered every surface of "Ponyboy's" face. i believed Mrs. Curtis was what Ponyboy sinabi she was in the book. i kinda wish i could meet her, and his father. but that was just me running away with my imagination again.
"yup," so-called "Dally" said. "i used to tell you and Soda and Darry that you had quite a mom. she knew the score. and, yeah, she could make me smile. i really liked your mom." it was quiet. "Ponyboy" looked down at the mesa and didnt say anything. it was a moment of silence for Mr. and Mrs. Curtis, so i didnt want to be the first to speak. sadness coated the beautiful green surface of the boy's eyes. i stared at them. he looked real hurt. i felt as if i was gonna cry. i really truely did. a couple tears streamed down my face. Ponyboy and his brothers had loved their parents alot and it saddens me that they had to lose them. it really does.
"so do you believe us now?" Ponyboy asked. "you should. we're telling the truth. i'm surprised that for once DALLY is telling the TRUTH." i smiled and giggled. Dally shoved him a little and started to chuckle. Ponyboy looked up with a big grin on his face, but it vanished when he saw my tears. i hurridley wiped them away. i remembered that he didnt like to see girls cry. i liked that about him. and you wanna know something? i'm as big of a bawl-baby as Sodapop, Pony's brother. i cry alot. but i dont want to get into that. maybe later.
"oh, Amber, dont cry," he sinabi in a pleading voice. "i hate to see girls cry." i fluttered on the inside. i kinda liked it when he sinabi my name. i looked down. i didnt like it when boys saw me cry. i tried wiping all my tears away. i changed the subject.
"i'm gonna say something that i never thought i'd hear myself say: i believe that you three boys are the boys from The Outsiders, a book that none of you have no idea even exsists. and you better noy be lying!" i said. Dally chuckled.
"or what?" he asked.
"can it, Dally," i sinabi playfully. "dont go all tough on me like you do everyone else."
"so do you think we should figure out how we got here?" Ponyboy asked. i nodded my head. Dally stood up, pulling Johnny along.
"well, while you two are busy with that," he started. "me and Johnnycake here are gonna hunt some action. see if theres any good hang-outs and what-not. but do us a favor and dont run off and elope to Mexico, will ya?" i looked down and blushed. real funny, Dally, i thought. i looked at Ponyboy and saw his ears were as red as a beat and he was staring wide-eyed at the wise guy who had cracked the joke. Dally ran off with Johnny, then there was silence again.
Pony's reagular color was back and i looked at him closely. he was what i thought he wouldve looked like. and he was as good-looking too. his hair looked real nice. it was a light brown, almost red, color and it was long. i guess he got the peroxide out (he had to bleach his hair in the book) and his hair had grown to his wished length (he had to cut it too). i liked his hair like that. and he had real nice eyes. they were exactly the type of green i had pictured them to look like, maybe better. they were like a clear green pond or lake or something. and they had grey in them, like a clear green pond might have. i bet if i looked real close i would be able to see the sun glinting off the surface, like water during a sunset. i loved sunsets, just like Ponyboy. they were one of the prettiest things in nature. i watched them almost every night. they were real pretty. and i'm sure if i could look deep into Pony's eyes during one, i'd be able to see the sun glittering off of the surface...
"uh, why are you staring at me?" Ponyboy asked, breaking into my thoughts. i snapped outta my reverie and blinked a couple times. i had spaced-out; gotten Nawawala in a daydream. i do that alot. at least 30 times a day. no joke.
"s-sorry," i stuttered. "i h-hadnt realized i was doing it. i kinda spaced-out...while..." i sounded like a stupid fool. i started over. "sorry. that sounded really stupid. i mean...i just started spacing-out and i was looking at you while doing that. i do that alot. i also forget alot of things and i dont use my head very well. sorry again." Ponyboy kinda smiled and nodded a little.
"my brother Darry yells at me for doing the exact same thing. its okay. i daydream alot too. though, you probably already know that." he looked away. i'm sure he didnt think it too great that some of his secrets had been ibingiay away in a book 45 years ago. then i thought. 45 years. has it really been THAT long since The Outsiders was published?
i nodded, agreeing with him. then i set my pitaka that was big enough to hold a book as big as The Outsiders and a couple other things and searched through it. i kept it tucked away in a big pocket that was on the inside of my dyaket so i wouldnt look too girly. also so no one had another reason to want to jump me. i was very careful. i even caried a switchblade in my front pocket on my jeans (but my parents dont know. theyd kill me if they knew) just in case. i'm almost a pure greaser, but i dont wear hair oil. and you wanna know another thing? my grandmother dated a greaser in her freshman taon in high school. his name was Randy Brewer (i think thats how you spell it) and he had cheated on her. and how she found out was that my grandma had been wearing a bracelet with Randy's name on it and a girl in her class had the exact same one. my grandma asked, "which Randy is that?" and the girl sinabi "Brewer." interesting, right? i drew my attention back to my pitaka and then, for some reason, told the story to Ponyboy. i dont know why i did it. i just did. i wanted to tell him.
"wow," he said, pure fascination coating his face. "i'm sorry. it seems almost as if grease is in your blood. i know they didnt get married but...she still dated him. you also dress so much like us. why?" i could tell him the reason but i knew he wouldnt like it. so i didnt. i ignored the tanong and pulled out the object i had been searching for. i slid it over to Ponyboy and he studied it curiously. it was something i took with me everywhere, my prized posetion: my copy of The Outsiders.
here is Ponyboy again...aint he sweet?
You woke up of he teacher yelling at you. "Y/N wake up right now" she said. You woke up and looked up. Everyone was looking at you , including Ponyboy. "Sorry" you sinabi and opened your book to the page she told you. After ten minutos of listening the kampanilya rang. You closed your book and walked out of the class. You walked to your last class. You loved that class cause most your mga kaibigan were in it. You only had like four mga kaibigan but it was still fun. You and your mga kaibigan always sat sa pamamagitan ng each other in the back. You would always get into trouble. The four of you started to laugh. One if your mga kaibigan threw something at a kids head. "Ladies in the back stop laughing" the teacher said. You stopped for awhile. You other friend would ask stupid tanong to make you guys laugh. You were laughing so hard. "Y/N please go to Mrs. Landers room" the teacher said. "Okay" you sinabi you grabbed your stuff and walked out. You walked into Mrs. landers room to see Ponyboy was in there.
"I can't believe you guys are drunk again!" You yelled as you ran out. You're parents were drunk again, you couldn't stand it when they were, or when anyone was because you were scared bad things might happen when people are drunk. You ran as fast as you could until you reached the DX, Steve was standing outside leaning on a car. "Hey Savannah, what happened?" "My parents were drunk again, I can't stand it when they are, I'm just so scared when that happens." "Hey, don't worry, I'll protect you." Steve hugged you and you found your arms around his neck. You guys embraced each other with the glimmering moon light it the background. "Savannah, I'll ipakita you how to fix up cars." He held your hand and brought you to the back of the DX.
“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.
