*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 キッチン and pulled out something to eat from the fridge. it was a チョコレート Cream Pie i had made for myself with a recipe i had gotten when i was in 7th grade from my ホーム Ec. teacher. "Hey, Pony, あなた want some チョコレート pie?" i asked him. i saw him look up from the computer screen and into the window to my kitchen.

"sure," he 発言しました with a smile. "i 愛 チョコレート stuff, same as my brothers." i smiled.

"i know," i mumbled to myself. so i grabbed two paper plates off the 上, ページのトップへ 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 キッチン with his plate. i handed it to him, along with a napkin. i pulled up a chair 次 to the computer chair and looked at the screen. then i turned to ポニー 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?" ポニー smiled nervously. i bet i was making feel uncomfortable, me knowing all these things about him and his life. "sorry," i 発言しました 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 机, デスク the computer sat on. silence carried on for a few minutes. but then he broke it によって 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 机, デスク 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 としょうかん, ライブラリ または buy it. あなた dont have to lend me your copy." i smiled and shook my head.

"its okay, Ponyboy. i trust あなた with one of my お気に入り 本 of all time. but if anything happens to it, so help me..." i 発言しました 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 時 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 あなた 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 あなた 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 ホーム (that sounds funny, doesnt it?). i shook my head.

"no, its fine. wait for me!" i 発言しました enthusiastically. he chuckled and we climbed over bundles of trash. it kinda smelled but あなた 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 上, ページのトップへ 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, または did that sound weird?

"so," i said. "how come it wasnt mentioned in the book that あなた have a special...trash heap that あなた 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 あなた put it in your paper?" i asked.

"right," he 発言しました 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 もっと見る intently.

"dont lie," he 発言しました seriously.

"im not," i said. "now quit 芝居 like that. dont be so pessimistic, Pony. not everybody judges."

"i know あなた 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 によって 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 あなた did. i admire あなた for that." ポニー stared at me then he blushed a little.

"did あなた quote that from my paper?" he asked. i nodded. "wow, あなた 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 与えられた 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 によって the ones who had no feeling. two little Outsiders who were judged before 与えられた the chance to speak.