For the Weiter few days, Ponyboy and I took turns Lesen Gone With The Wind. It was a pretty good book. I should have went to see the movie with Johnny and Pony. And it passed a lot of time. I finally got used to our hair, even though I still hated mine. It was the same blond hair of many of Two-Bit's girlfriends. At least it's a little longer than I thought they would cut it. It was a few inches longer than my shoulders. But like I said, I still hated it. One Tag I woke up and saw Ponyboy walk outside. He went to smoke a cigarette. I followed along and started smoking too. It was before dawn and still dark. It was also cold. I knew what he came out here for. It wasn't to smoke a cigarette. It was a tradition we had. Every morning we didn't have school, Ponyboy and I would go out before dawn. We would wait for the sun to rise. Sometimes Sodapop tagged along too. I had almost forgotten. Johnny came out about a Minute after we had. Just in time. The sun was rising. It was especially pretty on oben, nach oben of a moutain. Johnny must have thought so too. "Golly, that sure was pretty. The mist is what was really pretty. All Gold and silver. To bad it can't stay like that all the time." "Nothing Gold can stay.", Ponyboy said. "What?", Johnny asked. "Nature's first green is gold. Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower. But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief. So dawn goes down today. Nothing Gold can stay.", pony recited. "Where did Du learn that? That's what I meant." "Robert Frost wrote it. I always remembered it because I didn't know what he meant Von it.", pony explained. "You know", Johnny said, looking around, "I never noticed clouds and Farben and stuff 'til Du kept reminding me. It's like they didn't even exist in my world." "Well, I can't tell the rest of the gang stuff like that. Just Du two and Sodapop.", pony said. I smiled. "Maybe were different.", Johnny said. "Shoot kid, maybe they are", pony sagte laughing. I had to laugh too. We all burst into a fit of happy laughter. Not too loud, we didn't want anyone to know we were here. But loud enough to make me the most happy i've been in a long time. That night there was no laughter. We weren't even close to being the slightest bit happy. Johnny kept talking about how Two-Bit should have been in that little store. He could have swiped everything. Then Ponyboy started talking about how a few days we watched a movie with Dally. "Just a few days Vor ol' Two-Bit was wisecracking when we were hanging out with kirsche and Marcia. Just a few days ago.." But Johnny cut him off. "Will Du shut up about a few days ago? I killed a kid a few days ago. He couldn't have been older than seventeen oder eighteen and I killed him!" He stopped for a moment, tears sliding down his face and onto his jacket. pony and I started crying to. It hurt to remember. "I didn't mean to. They were drowning you. They knocked Carli out. There sure is a lot of blood in people." Now there were oceans of tears streaming down our cheeks. We couldn't stop them from coming. "You know", Johnny continued, "This is my fault for bringing two thirteen Jahr olds along with me. Du know Du two oughta get home. I mean Du guys didn't kill him." "No! We're fourteen and we've been fourteen for a month.", pony yelled. Von now our faces were dark red and soked. "I..I didn't mean it like that. Come on don't cry.", Johnny sagte real gently. But we couldn't stop. Neither could he. We kept crying and crying. I hadn't cried this much since Mom and Dad died. Soda, Pony, and I broke down crying. Darry just had this awful sad and helpless look on his face. We all cried ourselves to sleep. The Weiter morning, I woke up to someone puling on my hair. "Hey blondie, heh heh, wake up. Hey Johnny, pony wake up." I knew that voice. Who was it? When I sat up I knew. It was Dally! I never thought i'd be so happy to see him. I felt like running up and hugging him. But I didn't. We started shooting Fragen at him. "Are the fuzz after us? Do the boys know were here? How's Darry and Soda? Is it safe, sicher to leave?" "Hey Hey hey, slow down one thing at a time. Are Du hungry? I'm starving man." "You're starving?", Johnny asked. I remembered the baloney and almost got sick. I hate baloney. "Hey I got a letter for Ponyboy and Carli Curtis." "A letter? From who?", pony asked. Who would send us a letter? Nobody knew where we were. "The President of The United States. It's from your brother, Soda." "Soda? But how did he..did Du tell..?", I asked, my mouth nearly touching the ground. "I told him I didn't know where Du were, but he didn't believe me. He wanted me to give Du guys that." I leaned over Ponyboy's shoulder and read the letter. "Ponyboy and Carli, I guess Du guys got into some trouble, huh? We went crazy when Du ran out. Then Du two and Johnny went missing. Darry is awful sorry he pushed you, Pony. Du know he din't mean it. Dally got hauled in the station. We were all scared something awful. I wish Du guys would turn yourselves in. But I guess Johnny could get hurt if Du do. We miss you. Darry is taking this awful hard. Du know he loves Du guys. Take care. Say hi to Johnny for us. Sodapop Curtis." I felt a tear trickle down my face. I blinked the rest back. It hurt to have them worry so much about us. "Why did Du get hauled in?", pony asked. "Them boys down at that station know me Von now. While I was there I kinda let it slip that Du guys were heading to Texas. So that's where they went. Texas man, Texas. Look at these two and thier hair man. Blondie, heh heh." I'm glad he thought it was funny. My face was red and I gave Dally such a look, I think it through him off guard. He just doesn't expect that from me. oder Johnny. "Come on let's go get something to eat man, i'm starving.", Dally said. "Ya let's go."
The Outsiders is all about two gangs.The greasers and the socs.In the book the greasers are located on the east side of town and the socs are located on the south side of town.Some of the greasers are Ponyboy,Johnny,Dally,Darry,Steve,Sodapop,and Kieth(aka Two-Bit).Some of the socs names are Randy,Bob,and Cherry.Even though some of us don't like them I still have to put them in.It is a really good movie and book.this book has happy parts and sad parts,but,we all just have to get through it together.Like when Johnny kills Bob.Thats a happy part.the sad parts are when Johnny and Dally die.well that is all about the outsiders to learn Mehr read the book and watch the movie.
Ponyboy’s Perspective
“Dad?”
“Yeah, Scar?” I say, looking away from the football game I was watching. I was holding Ella, she was 4 months old now.
“How did Du and Mom meet?” The 12 Jahr old asked.
“I bet it was an epic Liebe story.” Eight Jahr old Rhett says sarcastically.
“Was Mommy pretty when Du met her?” Charlie, who was five now, asked.
“The prettiest girl I’d ever seen.” I smiled down at him. “Until Scar and Ella came along. Now I know the three prettiest girls in the world. Anyways, there’s not much to tell. I saw her one day, and I fell in love. I thought she didn’t like me…”
“Nah, I like Du a lot.” (Y/N) grinned from the doorway.
Seventeen.
Seventeen bottles of bier I have drunk in the past 37 minutes.
Seventeen.
I pick up number eighteen, twist the kappe off, and pour it down my throat. It’s tasteless.
I lean my head back against the Wand from where I sit on the floor of my basement.
I see a football. Danny’s football. It used to be Danny’s football. Now it’s just some football my son used to hold, used to play with. It probably smelled like him. Part of me wanted to go pick it up, the other part of me didn’t wanted to be reminded of the last time we played football together.
I pick up number nineteen, and out of the corner of my eye see (Y/N)’s old dolls, something we thought we could use for our little girl someday.
But that’s not going to happen.
I know what happened. I saw their mangled, bruised, broken, dead bodies after their accident.
I pick up number twenty.
Oh God how was I going to say this.
The rest of my life depended on this.
She was just perfect. In every way possible. She was beautiful. Kind. Sweet. Funny. Understanding. Just (Y/N).
And I needed to tell her.
Tell her how much I needed her, wanted her, and had to have her. It was a feeling beyond comprehension. It was love.
I needed to tell her I loved her.
So here I am, sitting in the lot, looking at the stars with (Y/N). Doing something I Liebe with the one I love.
I look over at her, her eyes gleaming from the light of the fire.
“(Y/N)?” I ask as I grab her hand.
“Yeah?” She turns to face me.
“I-I think…” I start.
“Just say it,” she smiles.
“I Liebe you.” I blurt out.
She looks surprised for a second. But then she grins.
“I Liebe Du too.”
“This was my mom’s,” he mutters. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will Du marry me?”