Post by PONYBOY CURTIS on Apr 16, 2010 14:25:32 GMT -5
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Left blind from the brightness of your halo
No one shines like you do
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Temperate footfalls made soft thuds as the lithe boy walked through the streets from his house. Darry and Soda were still at work and Ponyboy was getting pretty restless. The boy decided there would be no harm in a walk. Lighting a cigarette, Pony headed in the direction of the park. He inhaled deeply, breathing out slowly. It was common for Greasers to smoke at very young ages. It was just considered normal and Pony wasn't one to go against it. Most people (meaning adults) looked at him with disdain when he lit one up. Sure, smoking wasn't the best thing in the world but it sure as hell kept him calm. Plus, everyone in the gang smoked, well except Darry, he liked to keep in shape.
The park was deserted as nighttime was descending pretty fast. Pony drew the jean jacket tighter around his skinny form. The jacket used to be Soda's or maybe it had been Johnny's, the boy couldn't really remember. There wasn't a car in sight, which he was pretty thankful for. He just wanted some alone time, he knew if he would have waited just a little longer Soda probably would have come with him but Pony wanted to go right then. He puffed on the cigarette, you never use your head. The familiar voice of Darry entered his thoughts. The fourteen year old glared at nothing in particular, he was sure if his oldest brother could he'd have him taken to a boys home if he could just keep Soda. Soda wouldn't let him do that though, he always understood Ponyboy and even if he didn't he tried to. Not like Darry who was just strict, a lot more than their parents had ever been.
Pony crossed over to a rather beat up bench and sat down, slouching as he sat. The brunette tossed the spent cigarette to the concrete and stomped on it. He leaned back, watching the stars form in the increasingly black sky. He felt a pang of guilt, knowing he should really return for Darry would be pretty bent out of shape when he realized Pony wasn't home. In fact, going to the park was probably very stupid of him. Only a few nights back Johnny and he got into a bit of trouble. That whole night had been a mess, Darry had struck him and then the Socs showed up when he and Johnny were at the park. They could have drowned him if Darry and Soda hadn't showed.
He sighed and grabbed for his last cigarette and lit it, inhaling sharply. He didn't like to think of what could happen, he remembered the look on Johnny's face when he saw the Soc with the rings. What did they have against the greasers? Sure, some greasers were real rough, like the Shepards but not Johnny. Not him either, Pony could never use a knife or a busted pop bottle. He could never kill anyone. Rumbles were different, you fought for honor, skin fights were different. Light eyes surveyed the darkened park, he knew it was getting late but he figured just a few more minutes wouldn't hurt. He took a drag from the cancer stick dangling between his lips.
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