*Two Little Outsiders*
as Ponyboy continued to browse online (which i dont know how he got the idea how to considering they didnt have internet in the 60s) i went into my باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ and pulled out something to eat from the fridge. it was a Chocolate Cream Pie i had made for myself with a recipe i had gotten when i was in 7th grade from my ہوم Ec. teacher. "Hey, Pony, آپ want some chocolate pie?" i asked him. i saw him look up from the computer screen and into the window to my kitchen.
"sure," he کہا with a smile. "i love chocolate stuff, same as my brothers." i smiled.
"i know," i mumbled to myself. so i grabbed two paper plates off the سب, سب سے اوپر of my fridge and took the lid off of the pie pan. i started to cut us slices.
"so," Ponyboy started. "theres a movie based off of my paper?" i shook my head.
"no, theres a movie based off of an author's book," i said.
"but that IS my paper."
"but apparently not everything is true in the book so its technically not your full paper for your English class."
"but its still my paper." i grunted and stepped outta the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ with his plate. i handed it to him, along with a napkin. i pulled up a chair اگلے to the computer chair and looked at the screen. then i turned to ٹٹو who was digging into his pie.
"wow. this is really good, Amber. i ought to make something like this for my brothers. who made it?" i smiled. he liked my cooking! i didnt think i was all that good at preparing food.
"i did," i said. he stared at me wide-eyed. then he smiled.
"i thought so," he said. "you look like the cooking/baking type. i can cook too. sometimes i have to make breakfast for my brothers if im the first on up cause"--i stopped him.
"i know," i said. "the first one up has to make breakfast and the other two do dishes. i know alot. freaked out yet?" ٹٹو smiled nervously. i bet i was making feel uncomfortable, me knowing all these things about him and his life. "sorry," i کہا quietly.
"it-its alrite, i guess. its just..." he started but then he trailed off. i finished his thought for him.
"its weird knowing that theres things about you, all your secrets and beliefs, stored in a book that millions of kids our age and youger have read." Ponyboy nodded and looked down at the ڈیسک the computer sat on. silence carried on for a few minutes. but then he broke it سے طرف کی asking, "so, anyway, back to our original conversation, theres a movie?"
i nodded. "you wanna watch it?"
he shook his head. "i should probably read the book first, Amber." i smiled.
"right." i set my plate on the ڈیسک and got up to grab my book. i handed it Ponyboy. "here."
"youre gonna let me borrow it? i meant i was maybe gonna go to the لائبریری یا buy it. آپ dont have to lend me your copy." i smiled and shook my head.
"its okay, Ponyboy. i trust آپ with one of my پسندیدہ کتابیں of all time. but if anything happens to it, so help me..." i کہا playfully. he smiled and chuckled.
"alright. i'll be careful. i promise," he said. i fluttered on the inside. i liked it when he promised me things. i really did. and i dont know why.
we headed on our way back to Dairy Hut after an گھنٹہ of messing around on the internet. it was a long walk, the one we took. i kicked small rocks that layed strewn on the sidewalk as we went. we passed a trash heap and Ponyboy stopped. "wow," he said. "this is just like the one near my house, the one i go to to get away. i know its not an ideal place to be alone but its quiet if آپ go deep enough. this looks just like it." he started heading into the trash. i rolled my eyes and followed him.
"Ponyboy," i said. he stopped and turned around to look at me.
"yeah?" he asked.
"why we going through here?"
"cause...i guess it reminds me of home. but if آپ wanna keep going to meet Dallas and Johnny, then we can go." then i felt bad. he was homesick and this giant pile od trash reminded him of ہوم (that sounds funny, doesnt it?). i shook my head.
"no, its fine. wait for me!" i کہا enthusiastically. he chuckled and we climbed over bundles of trash. it kinda smelled but آپ got used to it after a while. i sat down on a pile of old newspapers and he sat on a tire that was on سب, سب سے اوپر of a tall basket. he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. then, just to be...polite, he offered me one. i took one (truth be told ive never really smoked before so i thought the weed tasted a little funny. but i got used to it) and we sat there and smoked and stared at each other for a while. it was nice, i guess. i liked looking at Ponyboy...is it just me, یا did that sound weird?
"so," i said. "how come it wasnt mentioned in the book that آپ have a special...trash heap that آپ like to go to?" Ponyboy looked intently at me.
"well, i guess since i didnt put it in my paper it wasnt mentioned in the book."
"why didnt آپ put it in your paper?" i asked.
"right," he کہا with a laugh. "like im gonna tell my English teacher in a paper i like to sit on trash so i can get away from the world. that would just give him and everyone else in this world another reason to think im a worthless piece of poor trash." i furrowed my eyebrows and stared at Ponyboy. i crossed my arms over my chest.
"youre not a worthless piece of poor trash, Ponyboy!" i said. he shook his head and looked at me مزید intently.
"dont lie," he کہا seriously.
"im not," i said. "now quit acting like that. dont be so pessimistic, Pony. not everybody judges."
"i know آپ dont judge, but alot of people DO."
"i know," i said. "people shouldnt judge others. 'it was too vast a problem to be just a personal thing. there should be some help, someone should tell them before its too late. someone should tell their side of the story, and maybe people wouldnt be so quick to judge a boy سے طرف کی the amount a hair oil he wore. it was important to me.' its important to me too, Ponyboy. i understnad what it feels like to be judged too quickly. someone SHOULD tell their side of the story...and آپ did. i admire آپ for that." ٹٹو stared at me then he blushed a little.
"did آپ quote that from my paper?" he asked. i nodded. "wow, آپ got a good memory."
"not really," i said. "i have a terrible one. people are always nagging me about it. its annoying." it was quiet again as we stared at each other.
"i hate it," Ponyboy said, breaking the silence. "i hate judgment! why arent people دیا a chance to speak before theyre judged?" i shrugged my shoulders.
"i dont know, Ponyboy. i dont know." it was quiet again after that. neither of us spoke as the chilly summer breeze wisked my hair around, occasionally masking my face. i held my legs and hugged them against my chest. i rested my chin on my knees and stared at Ponyboy as i thought about other things. and this time it wasnt weird that i was staring at him, cause he was staring right back at me.
so we both sat there, quiet. we were two little Outsiders who were judged too quickly سے طرف کی the ones who had no feeling. two little Outsiders who were judged before دیا the chance to speak.
as Ponyboy continued to browse online (which i dont know how he got the idea how to considering they didnt have internet in the 60s) i went into my باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ and pulled out something to eat from the fridge. it was a Chocolate Cream Pie i had made for myself with a recipe i had gotten when i was in 7th grade from my ہوم Ec. teacher. "Hey, Pony, آپ want some chocolate pie?" i asked him. i saw him look up from the computer screen and into the window to my kitchen.
"sure," he کہا with a smile. "i love chocolate stuff, same as my brothers." i smiled.
"i know," i mumbled to myself. so i grabbed two paper plates off the سب, سب سے اوپر of my fridge and took the lid off of the pie pan. i started to cut us slices.
"so," Ponyboy started. "theres a movie based off of my paper?" i shook my head.
"no, theres a movie based off of an author's book," i said.
"but that IS my paper."
"but apparently not everything is true in the book so its technically not your full paper for your English class."
"but its still my paper." i grunted and stepped outta the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ with his plate. i handed it to him, along with a napkin. i pulled up a chair اگلے to the computer chair and looked at the screen. then i turned to ٹٹو who was digging into his pie.
"wow. this is really good, Amber. i ought to make something like this for my brothers. who made it?" i smiled. he liked my cooking! i didnt think i was all that good at preparing food.
"i did," i said. he stared at me wide-eyed. then he smiled.
"i thought so," he said. "you look like the cooking/baking type. i can cook too. sometimes i have to make breakfast for my brothers if im the first on up cause"--i stopped him.
"i know," i said. "the first one up has to make breakfast and the other two do dishes. i know alot. freaked out yet?" ٹٹو smiled nervously. i bet i was making feel uncomfortable, me knowing all these things about him and his life. "sorry," i کہا quietly.
"it-its alrite, i guess. its just..." he started but then he trailed off. i finished his thought for him.
"its weird knowing that theres things about you, all your secrets and beliefs, stored in a book that millions of kids our age and youger have read." Ponyboy nodded and looked down at the ڈیسک the computer sat on. silence carried on for a few minutes. but then he broke it سے طرف کی asking, "so, anyway, back to our original conversation, theres a movie?"
i nodded. "you wanna watch it?"
he shook his head. "i should probably read the book first, Amber." i smiled.
"right." i set my plate on the ڈیسک and got up to grab my book. i handed it Ponyboy. "here."
"youre gonna let me borrow it? i meant i was maybe gonna go to the لائبریری یا buy it. آپ dont have to lend me your copy." i smiled and shook my head.
"its okay, Ponyboy. i trust آپ with one of my پسندیدہ کتابیں of all time. but if anything happens to it, so help me..." i کہا playfully. he smiled and chuckled.
"alright. i'll be careful. i promise," he said. i fluttered on the inside. i liked it when he promised me things. i really did. and i dont know why.
we headed on our way back to Dairy Hut after an گھنٹہ of messing around on the internet. it was a long walk, the one we took. i kicked small rocks that layed strewn on the sidewalk as we went. we passed a trash heap and Ponyboy stopped. "wow," he said. "this is just like the one near my house, the one i go to to get away. i know its not an ideal place to be alone but its quiet if آپ go deep enough. this looks just like it." he started heading into the trash. i rolled my eyes and followed him.
"Ponyboy," i said. he stopped and turned around to look at me.
"yeah?" he asked.
"why we going through here?"
"cause...i guess it reminds me of home. but if آپ wanna keep going to meet Dallas and Johnny, then we can go." then i felt bad. he was homesick and this giant pile od trash reminded him of ہوم (that sounds funny, doesnt it?). i shook my head.
"no, its fine. wait for me!" i کہا enthusiastically. he chuckled and we climbed over bundles of trash. it kinda smelled but آپ got used to it after a while. i sat down on a pile of old newspapers and he sat on a tire that was on سب, سب سے اوپر of a tall basket. he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. then, just to be...polite, he offered me one. i took one (truth be told ive never really smoked before so i thought the weed tasted a little funny. but i got used to it) and we sat there and smoked and stared at each other for a while. it was nice, i guess. i liked looking at Ponyboy...is it just me, یا did that sound weird?
"so," i said. "how come it wasnt mentioned in the book that آپ have a special...trash heap that آپ like to go to?" Ponyboy looked intently at me.
"well, i guess since i didnt put it in my paper it wasnt mentioned in the book."
"why didnt آپ put it in your paper?" i asked.
"right," he کہا with a laugh. "like im gonna tell my English teacher in a paper i like to sit on trash so i can get away from the world. that would just give him and everyone else in this world another reason to think im a worthless piece of poor trash." i furrowed my eyebrows and stared at Ponyboy. i crossed my arms over my chest.
"youre not a worthless piece of poor trash, Ponyboy!" i said. he shook his head and looked at me مزید intently.
"dont lie," he کہا seriously.
"im not," i said. "now quit acting like that. dont be so pessimistic, Pony. not everybody judges."
"i know آپ dont judge, but alot of people DO."
"i know," i said. "people shouldnt judge others. 'it was too vast a problem to be just a personal thing. there should be some help, someone should tell them before its too late. someone should tell their side of the story, and maybe people wouldnt be so quick to judge a boy سے طرف کی the amount a hair oil he wore. it was important to me.' its important to me too, Ponyboy. i understnad what it feels like to be judged too quickly. someone SHOULD tell their side of the story...and آپ did. i admire آپ for that." ٹٹو stared at me then he blushed a little.
"did آپ quote that from my paper?" he asked. i nodded. "wow, آپ got a good memory."
"not really," i said. "i have a terrible one. people are always nagging me about it. its annoying." it was quiet again as we stared at each other.
"i hate it," Ponyboy said, breaking the silence. "i hate judgment! why arent people دیا a chance to speak before theyre judged?" i shrugged my shoulders.
"i dont know, Ponyboy. i dont know." it was quiet again after that. neither of us spoke as the chilly summer breeze wisked my hair around, occasionally masking my face. i held my legs and hugged them against my chest. i rested my chin on my knees and stared at Ponyboy as i thought about other things. and this time it wasnt weird that i was staring at him, cause he was staring right back at me.
so we both sat there, quiet. we were two little Outsiders who were judged too quickly سے طرف کی the ones who had no feeling. two little Outsiders who were judged before دیا the chance to speak.
Seize upon that moment long پہلے
One breath away and there آپ will be
So young and carefree
Again آپ will see
That place in time...so سونا
Steal away into that way back when
آپ thought that all would last forever
But like the weather
Nothing can ever...and be in time
Stay سونا
But can it be
When we can see
So vividly
A memory
And yes آپ say
So must the دن
Too, fade away
And leave a کرن, رے of sun
So سونا
Life is but a twinkling of an eye
Yet filled with sorrow and compassion
though not imagined
All things that happen
Will age too old
Though gold
One breath away and there آپ will be
So young and carefree
Again آپ will see
That place in time...so سونا
Steal away into that way back when
آپ thought that all would last forever
But like the weather
Nothing can ever...and be in time
Stay سونا
But can it be
When we can see
So vividly
A memory
And yes آپ say
So must the دن
Too, fade away
And leave a کرن, رے of sun
So سونا
Life is but a twinkling of an eye
Yet filled with sorrow and compassion
though not imagined
All things that happen
Will age too old
Though gold
I walked into my science class in my new school. The only نشست left open was اگلے to another greaser. I sat down اگلے to him and said
"hi, im allie."
he smiled at me and کہا "hi im PonyBoy"
i thought to myself; ارے he has a nice smile. Hes kinda cute to.
Before I knew it, the گھنٹی, بیل rang. I packed up my stuff and started heading home. Then, i ran into Ponyboy and my stuff went flying everywhere.
He کہا "im so sorry" and helped me pick up my stuff. Our hands brushed slightly and i blushed. i think he might have blushed also.
ONE WEEK LATER:
as i headed to math class ponyboy stopped me and asked; "hey do آپ wanna study together sometime?"
It took me a سیکنڈ to respond, was he really asking me this?! I کہا "sure Ponyboy"
The END (To اگلے Chapter)
"hi, im allie."
he smiled at me and کہا "hi im PonyBoy"
i thought to myself; ارے he has a nice smile. Hes kinda cute to.
Before I knew it, the گھنٹی, بیل rang. I packed up my stuff and started heading home. Then, i ran into Ponyboy and my stuff went flying everywhere.
He کہا "im so sorry" and helped me pick up my stuff. Our hands brushed slightly and i blushed. i think he might have blushed also.
ONE WEEK LATER:
as i headed to math class ponyboy stopped me and asked; "hey do آپ wanna study together sometime?"
It took me a سیکنڈ to respond, was he really asking me this?! I کہا "sure Ponyboy"
The END (To اگلے Chapter)
the outsiders i loved it so much that i had 2 شامل میں the club.I couldn't belive it and like that i was pissed johnny and dally should have made it i cried like a baby but i guess that it the way way they made the movie because i could watch everyday i loved it so much.
Do any of آپ know if there is a part 2 to the movie?I wuold realy love that.i wached it with a good friend آپ might know her Cherry7878 she came over and we watched it now I am in love with it.
I can't beleive it happened like that it was so real and life like icouldnt help but to watch it agine
Do any of آپ know if there is a part 2 to the movie?I wuold realy love that.i wached it with a good friend آپ might know her Cherry7878 she came over and we watched it now I am in love with it.
I can't beleive it happened like that it was so real and life like icouldnt help but to watch it agine