intro thingy--this is going to be set in modern times and it has somethin to do with literary physics (which isnt real...i think). if youve ever read The Vampire Stalker bởi Allison van Diepen then u will know wat i'm talkin bout. if bạn havent then READ THE BOOK. youll understand how most of this hapens. but literary physics is mostly like how...some authors write about other dimesions that they think r fake but r real which turn into their "fictional" books. and some "characters" vượt qua, cross over into the real world, which happens in The Vampire Stalker. its simple if u think about it :). but anyways this story has something to do with literary physics so enjoy!!! (and i am the main character, but if bạn want to be just imagine yourself in my position. i dont care. hav fun with my story and ENJOY!!!...again. and just remember that some of the stuff i say in here about me IS true, not all of it though, so if bạn wanna know some things about me then read this.) now, i will tell bạn that Johhny and Dally are featured in here. the book is the same except they ARE alive. (i really wanted them in there so i just kept them alive! i'll explain what happens at the end of this chapter. stay tuned.) ENJOY...AGAIN AGAIN!!!
*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.
*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.
bạn walked into the Curtis house and bạn saw Ponyboy sitting there đọc his book. "Hey Pony, are bạn ready to read 'Gone with the wind?' " "Yeah hang on, xin chào Soda, can bạn come here for a minute." bạn and Ponyboy have been Những người bạn for a couple days now and he promised he would hiển thị bạn his yêu thích book, and bạn never knew he had a brother. "Hey Pony--" Soda walked in with no áo sơ mi on, only a towel. His jaw dropped and he blushed. "Hi, I'm Sodapop," "I'm Alex," bạn couldn't stop looking into his beautiful eyes. "Well Alex, how about I take bạn to the dingo for a coke?" bạn nod but then remember that bạn were really there to get that book. "Oh, pony, I'm sorry, can I please go?" "I ain't your parent, sure bạn can go and here take the book, bạn can read it to Soda." Soda took your hand and began leading bạn out the door. "Hey sodapop!" ngựa con, ngựa, pony yelled, "you know bạn only got a towel on?" Soda blushed and gave bạn a quick Kiss then ran to go get cloths.
bạn and Two-bit are sitting on the đi văng watching Mickey chuột and playing around. bạn throw bắp rang bơ, bỏng ngô at him occasionally and he just laughs. bạn have been dating for about 4 months now. bạn throw a piece of pop ngô and it hits him right in the face, and he turns around slowly, a slight smirk growing on his face as bạn begin to giggle. He lunges for bạn as he begins to tickle you, but this time bạn fight back and playfully wrestle him. bạn two roll around wrestling on the floor for about 2 minutes, and bạn stop when he ends up on hàng đầu, đầu trang of you. bạn look into each others eyes for what feels like forever, and finally he slowly moves his face closer to yours and kisses you. "I tình yêu bạn (Y/N)" he whispers, and leans in for another kiss.
Later that night, bạn hear someone in the house. Thankfully Dally heard it too and he was wide awake. He quickley gets out of giường as bạn follow. bạn creep down the hallway and peek around the corner.
"Go back to the room," He says as bạn do what he instructed
bạn sit on the bed,praying that everythings okay.
Soon, bạn hear shots from a gun.
Then silence
With the money that I would have gone to college with, and with what Ponyboy had saved, we had bought Soda his horse.
Soda came in, in his plaid áo sơ mi and jeans. His jaw dropped. Then he smile brighter than the sun.
He walked over to horse.
“Hey buddy,” he says, smiling, petting his nose.
“It took forever to get him to listen,” Ponyboy said.
“Yeah, I got myself and ornery pony.” Soda grins.
“You happy?” bạn ask Soda.
He just looks at you, smiles and nods his head.
“Yes. I am 100% serious.” He says, grinning.
“You’re joking.”
“No I’m not.” He laughs.
“Yes bạn are.”
“Come on (Y/N).”
“Fine.” bạn say.
bạn take the bia from his hand and chug it down.
“There.. Are bạn happy with my chugging skills?” bạn ask.
bạn had gotten tired of the New Years Party bạn were at, so bạn decided to have your own; complete with balloons, champagne, dancing, and the life of the party.
“This is fun,” bạn laugh as bạn look up to him.
“Yeah,” he laughs, as he dips you.
“Careful of the champagne, babe.”
“Sorry… Just trying to make things classy.” He laughs.
“You kidding me? This is some high class shit!” bạn laugh.
He glances at the clock.
“It’s 11:59,” he grins.
“Time for our New Year’s kiss,” bạn grin as bạn lean in.
“Not yet!” He yells, moving your face away. “It isn’t midnight yet!”
bạn laugh, then glance at the clock.
“Well, we missed it.” bạn pout. “It’s 12:01.”
“Looks like we have to wait a whole nother year.”
He pauses for a second, thinking.
“You.” He finally answers, smiling.
“That’s not one thing.” bạn roll your eyes and giggle.
“Yes it is. bạn are you. Without certain things, bạn wouldn’t be you. If you’re pretty eyes weren’t (eye color), bạn wouldn’t be you. If bạn didn’t snort when bạn laugh, bạn wouldn’t be you. If bạn didn’t randomly burst into song, bạn be you.
If bạn weren’t nice and sweet and funny, it wouldn’t be (Y/N). The (Y/N) I know, tình yêu and adore.” He smiles as he kisses bạn on the cheek.
“Really?” bạn ask.
“Really.”
“Really really?”
“Really really.”
“Johnny how do bạn think this looks?” bạn ask, holding up a black dress to you.
“How am I supposed to know?” He groans as he leans on one of the shelves of the department store.
“Well, would I look good in it?” bạn ask, twirling the dress around.
“You’d look good in any clothes, honey.” He smiles at you.
“Any clothes?” bạn ask, scrunching your nose.
“But bạn also look good in no clothes, if that’s what bạn want to know,” he grins at bạn like a little kid. “So could bạn hurry up so I could see my yêu thích outfit on you?”