this is Ponyboy, Dally, and Johnny (in order from left to right) i accidentaly meet them at Dairy Hut when i go and get an ice cream!
*Meet Me at Dairy Hut*
Illinois
June, 2012
when i stepped through the door of the closest Dairy Hut near my town in my white Converse shoes and jean áo khoác i had only two things on my mind: The Outsiders book and movie and Ponyboy Curtis. i tình yêu that book and i tình yêu that movie. but i was mostly Daydreaming about Ponyboy Curtis, the main character. i tình yêu him to death. i would die for him. i would kill to get him...maybe. he is sensitive and sweet and he digs sunsets! hes perfect. hes the perfect greaser, which is what he is. he has reddish-brown hair, greenish-grey eyes, a good build, and a dreamy smile. hes VERY dreamy, just like his smile. hes the dreamiest greaser in the whole world...no, universe.
i snapped out of my reverie when i saw three loud boys charge through the door. my stomach suddenly did a flip and i got shivers that ran up and down my body. i started to shake and my body got weak. why was i feeling this way? that only happened when something is about to happen hoặc i just realized something important. and i think something was going to happen.
the boys started to walk over to the line i was standing in and i got a good look of their faces. there was a tall, muscular boy with long blonde hair and icy-blue eyes. then a boy with darkly tanned skin and jet-black hair and, strangely, black eyes. and then a boy with reddish-brown, long hair, a good build, and greenish-grey eyes. i did a double-take when i saw him. and all their heads of hair, except for the blonde boy, was slicked back with hair grease. i stood Nữ hoàng băng giá as they walked into the line to stand behind me. the blonde boy was talking to the other two. "We came all the was from Tulsa to find THIS town? what is with this place? the clothes, the cars, the stores and resturants? what the hell? and wheres all the greasers, man?" youve gotta be kidding me. was he for-real? i didnt turn around. i was too scared. then the blonde boy cut in front of me. i didnt do anything. i just stood there staring at him as he stared at me. oh, boy, oh, boy. i must be dreaming. this boy had an eerie resemblence to a character named Dallas Winston in The Outsiders. except his gang and everyone else calls him Dally. and the black haired boy looks a lot like Johnny Cade in the book. cautious and fearful and adorable Johnny Cade. and, dare i say it? the reddish-brown haired boy looked exactly like...Ponyboy. Ponyboy Curtis. my yêu thích greaser. and he was looking at me with his melting green eyes.
"How's it goin', baby?" the blonde asked me. i blushed a little and looked away. no boy has ever called me that. not one. he reached for my hair and started messing with it. i pulled it out of his hand and stepped back a little, only to step on the black haired boy's foot. i quickly jumped off of it and turned around.
"i'm sorry," i said. he didnt say anything. he just smiled a bit and nodded his head. i turned back around to face the blonde. he was smiling and chuckling quietly.
"So what are bạn doing here?" he asked me. i didnt answer. i just couldnt speak right now. i guess the only things i could say were apologies. he looked like he was getting impatient so he pressed on, getting dirtier and dirtier bởi the minute.
"So bạn dress like a greaser, pants and Converse, but not like a greasy girl. so how can i figure out if bạn ARE a girl?" i didnt say another word. wow. i was NEVER spoken to like that. not even bởi my perverted guy-friends. and they are pretty perverted. i looked around me. the black haired boy wasnt looking at me, only at the ground. but the brown haired boy was. he was staring at me. he looked a little sad. almost as if he pittied me for being the blonde boy's target of dirtiness. blondey grabbed my waist and he pulled me into him. i stuggled to get free.
"get your hands off of me!" i said. but he didnt. he didnt stop. the brown haired boy stepped in.
"quit it, Dal," he said. but the boy he called "Dal" didnt stop. and i kept trying to push him away. he finally stopped and he looked at me.
"you know," i đã đưa ý kiến to him out of complete randomness. "you look alot like Dally Winston from The Outsiders." he looked baffled and so did his friends.
"What are bạn talking about?" he asked. "i AM Dally Winston. and whats The Outsiders?" i looked at the boy that resembled Ponyboy. he looked like he knew what i was talking about. strangely. his eyes were wide with shock and disbelief.
"its a book about a greaser named Ponyboy Curtis and his greaser gang. wait, what do bạn mean youre"--but blondy cut me off.
"a BOOK? bạn like books? hey, Pony, this girl's like you. she likes BOOKS!" i rolled my eyes. i got that alot. so what if i like books? people find it SO surprising for some reason.
"cut it out, Dally. who gives a damn?" i looked at him and smiled. thank you, i thought. but it spooked me that he called blondy Dally. what in the hell is happening here?
"what do bạn mean 'Dally'?" i asked him. "he aint Dally Winston. thats a character in a book and a movie. and so is Ponyboy Curtis and Johnny Cade if youre gonna talk about them." i was getting weird looks. i started to laugh.
"oh," i đã đưa ý kiến and pointed at the brown haired boy. "and i suppose, since he thinks hes Dally"--i pointed at blondy--"then bạn think youre Ponyboy Curtis and"--i pointed at the black haired boy--"YOU think youre Johnny Cade. but i have to admit, bạn guys have an eerie resemblence towards them." no one đã đưa ý kiến anything. they just stared...at me.
"what?" i asked, a little nervouse. i was beginning to feel self-conciouse. i didnt like it when people stared at me.
"youre talkin' shit," blondy said. "what do bạn mean we THINK? we KNOW. we know who we are. i know i'm Dally Winston. he knows hes ngựa con, ngựa, pony Curtis. he knows hes Johnny Cade. we know who we are." i started to stutter. i wasnt feeling too hot.
"w-what do bạn mean?" i asked. "thats n-not...thats not possible. bạn cant be who bạn think bạn are. those boys are...fictional."
now i will explain what i đã đưa ý kiến i would at the beginning/intro. alrite, how do i put this? S. E. Hinton wrote MOSTLY the truth. but not all of it. Johnny didnt die for what ever reason he died in the book for. and Dally didnt die cuz Johnny didnt die. she got that part wrong. but Johnny DID kill that Soc and they DID run away. Hinton just didnt get ALL of it right. (but thats not true. i'm just MAKING it that way :).) so do bạn get it now? if not, just ask me some questions. and please tình yêu AND COMMENT!!!!!!! and sorry it was so short.
here they are again, sitting on a car
here they are..again, holdin ice creams (except Dally)
“Dad, why does Jesus have a scary beard?” My eight năm old Rhett whispers.
“I don’t know…Maybe they couldn’t shave back then.” I whisper back.
“Oh,” he nods. It seemed to make sense to him.
Twelve năm old Scarlett looked over at us, trying to see what all the whispering was about. I waved my hand at her to tell her it wasn’t important.
Charlie had crawled into my lap halfway through the sermon. He was five now, but still my little man. He was half asleep bởi now.
(Y/N) was at home, on giường rest. Ella hoặc Robert could be born any ngày now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.
“You alright, babe?” He asks. bạn were lying on your stomach on hàng đầu, đầu trang of him.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” bạn say.
He strokes his hair. “You know, this could be us every night.”
“Yeah but we’d have kids, so it would be weird and awkward to do this every night. What if they had bad dreams hoặc something?” bạn say.
“Ok, well then every other night.” He grins.
“That might work.” bạn laugh.
“By the looks of it, we’ll have lots of little kids on our hands.” He winks.
