Tt Out Here Flagging My Mfing Bible Posts For No Reason.. But Here, Have Some Revelation

tt out here flagging my mfing Bible posts for no reason.. but here, have some Revelation

here, have Matthew 🤲

needed

silly little outsiders fanfiction my ela teacher has yet to read

Ponyboy Curtis was always a good kid. Very smart, obeyed rules, and very friendly. He's the only one out of his brothers who's still in school and loves to read and write. He found comfort in poetry and nature, much unlike the other Greasers, but he was a grease all the same. 

Naturally, being a bookworm, he found no trouble completing writing assignments and whatnot–Especially free rein ones. Living apart of a group loathed by society and getting into all sorts of trouble because of it always made exciting stories to tell. Not many school-appropriate ones, but stories nevertheless. 

So, why was it so hard to write now? 

The boy with awkwardly blonde hair sat with his head resting on his fists over a desk. He fiddled with his pencil, staring at the blank sheet of paper before him. 

He knew his decided topic well, but it troubled him to tell the tale. It was tragic. The dark red pool, the gunshots, the fire, It was a lot to process. Ponyboy often got stuck in his mind thinking about it and couldn't get out. 

He sighed heavily and got up from his chair, grabbed a folder and his paper, and walked out of his room. As contradicting as it sounded, he needed a breath of fresh air and a good smoke. 

 He passed by his brother Darrell, who was reading the daily paper in the kitchen. 

"Ponyboy, where are you goin’?” Darry looked up at his brother. 

“I’m goin’ to the lot,” Ponyboy muttered back, not even looking at Darrell.

Now was Pony's favorite time of day, nearing dusk. When the sun glowed in the middle of the sky, painting the atmosphere in pink, yellow, and orange rays. The clouds shone and moved slowly over the Earth. It was chilly out, but the beautiful scene put a warmth in his heart. He loved sunsets. He thought them real pretty, like Cherry Valance.

Naturally, he went to one of his favorite places to sit and think, the lot. Ponyboy had spent many nights, evenings, and afternoons in this very lot, whether he had been smoking, crying, or just hanging out. However, it is much different nowadays because of one thing. Johnny wasn’t there.

Johnny Cade was his best friend and the sweetest boy he’d ever known. Johnny was quiet, honest, and kind. Much like Pony, he was a little different from the other Greasers in that way. The number of times they’d hung out together was as many as the stars. You’d always see them right by each other’s side, whether it was at a rumble, a party, or even a murder scene. They went together like PB & J. And they were, literally.

If it wasn’t Dallas, Ponyboy was the first person Johnny would go to to vent. He could talk about virtually anything with Pony because he was so understanding. Sometimes, you could see Sodapop through Pony in his own way—instead of making people laugh and feel relaxed, he had a comforting demeanor that can make a person feel safe and able to be honest. They could both make a person feel good. Ponyboy was always there to listen to Johnny whenever he wanted to rant about his home life. It was too much to bear for him, and just talking to his best friend made him feel a whole lot better. Sometimes, Johnny couldn’t even get his words out and just cried to him. Seeing Johnny in absolute shambles broke Pony’s heart, but he knew this was just a way Johnny showed how he felt, and crying made him feel a bit better.

He sat on a log, drew, and lit a joint from his pocket. His empty green eyes bore into the lighter flame. Only a w–d would bring him comfort right now.

There were no more shared stories over makeshift bonfires and cigarettes, improper sleepovers, or the mere peace of the night upon two dumb little boys who were happy together. There was only the sickening silence of the evening when nobody was around. 

As much as it frustrated Ponyboy, he had to accept that Johnny was gone forever.

If it weren’t for that damned fire, he’d still be here, alive and mostly well. If he were still here, the Greasers would be the same again. 

Pony felt his eyes sting, pricked with tears. If he were still here, Dallas would be alive and with them. If he were still here, Ponyboy would have always had his best friend to turn to. They were so young. Too young.

He ripped the cigarette from his teeth, crushing it to ash in his hands as tears spilled from his eyes. Soon, they were pouring like a waterfall and he found it hard to keep quiet.

“Sixteen years wasn’t long enough,” He said through gritted teeth, “Sixteen damn years wasn’t long enough!..” 

He threw the w–d to the ground, angrily grinding it with his shoe. Salty tears mixed in with the dirty ash as it disintegrated into nothing. Then he stopped. 

Ponyboy wearily sat back down, full-blown sobbing into his hands. He furiously wiped away his tears, but he couldn’t stop them. He felt 13 years old again, wailing at his parents’ graves, and all the questions came back. 

Why’d it happen?

Where are they?

Why couldn’t I go with them?

Why did they leave us?

Why did they leave me?

Why did they leave me? Why did they leave me? Why did they leave me? Why did they leave me? Why did they leave me? Why did they leave me? Why did they leave me? Why did they leave me?

W h y  d i d  t h e y  l e a v e  m e?

That night, Ponyboy fell asleep in the lot and got a D on his assignment the next day.

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