Lunch Break Blues

It's lunch break now, all the other guys have climbed down the ladder to the east side of the lawn, where they where lined up eating their meatloaf-on-rye.
I gotta get outta here. Jumping up from my cross-legged position on the lawn, I ran over to my supervisor.
"Something has happened. I need to go, for personal reasons. I'll be back as soon as possible." At first he wouldn't let me go. But since we had an extra worker that day, and he must have seen the desperate look on my face, he gave in.
I hopped in my car and drove. Drove as fast as I dared to the hospital. Johnny was just a block away. Johnny...I'm coming, I'm coming.
I turned the corner and drove straight into a parking place. I was a bit crooked, but who has time to park straight when they are rushing to a hospital?
"Hello Sir, is something wrong?" a thoughtful-looking nurse in around her thirties asked me.
"I-- I have to see Johnny." I gasped. When i recovered a bit, I told her his full name, and the room number he was in. She lead me down that shockingly white corridor. Why is everything so white in a hospital? Everything is so clean, and the smell is sickly calm.
"Wait here for a minute, Sir." She spoke, and it took me a moment to remember that she was even there. she disappeared within the room, closing the door lightly behind her. I waited for a minute or two, getting antsy and impatient. Johnny could be dead any minute.
After what seemed like an eternity, the nurse slipped out of the room, and held the door open for me. That was just the invitation I needed. Granted, well, I wouldn't have needed an invitation. If she had come out saying that it just wasn't possible that he could see Johnny, he would have gotten in. One way...or another.
"J-Johnny?" I stammered. He was bad. He was laying on his stomach on the hospital bed, and from what I was able to see, his neck was badly burnt.
"D-" he started to reply, but the words caught in his throat.
"Don't talk, Johnny." I murmured. Gosh, he was in so much pain. The doctor saw that I wasn't going to hurt Johnny, so he left the room. Bingo. "Why, Johnny, why?" I asked, not meaning or him to answer. I knew he couldn't. I directed the question to no one in particular. If there was or is a God, he will hear me. But for now, I can't be sure.
"D-Darry," he managed.
"No, Johnny, don't talk. It will hurt you." I tried to convince him, secretly hoping he would talk, so I could hear his voice, no matter how muddled it was.
"No, Darry, I need to talk." He said, pausing every so often to catch his breath or to wince. "I'm sorry for all of this."
"What are you talking about? You're sorry? Blast it, Johnny! I'm the reason this all happened. If I hadn't hit Ponyboy...." My voice faltered, and I trailed off. I barely noticed the tears that were beginning to fall down my cheeks.
" Don't blame yourself. If Ponyboy hadn't been there with me...I would have gone to the park alone. Them Socs would have found me, all of them. If Ponyboy hadn't been there....I would be a smear on the pavement by now...oh, sorry.." He told me, then apologized when I winced at the thought of him as a smear.
I went and sat down on the hospital bed next to him.
"It will all be okay, Darry...you'll get over it. Please don't ruin your life because of this..stay strong, Darry, stay strong." He said, and then seemed to droop a bit.
"I can't promise that , Johnny..I just can't.." I said softly, putting my hand over his for a minute or two. "Listen, you're tired. You need to get some sleep, Johnny." I squeezed his hand gently then slowly got up.
How will I ever go on?

Work

Yes, that's just it. No snazzy title for this post, no quick-witted meaning. Just work. I'm at work. Working away. Working away the anger and sadness. Today Pony told me not to carry too many bundles of roofing today. But it's the only thing I have to keep my mind off everything, at least for a little. If I can substitute this pain with other pain not relating to the first pain, I can temporarily forget.
Oh, I have to go. Joe is called me to go patch up the left side of the roof.
Bye.

Imma Beat Those Socs Upside The Head.

The rumble is coming up soon, though it feels a million years away. I'm itching to pound someone into the ground. I know that those Socs weren't the reason Johnny is dying, but they played a part in it. I also played a part, when I hit Pony. I would beat myself up, but Soda and Ponyboy need the money I make from my job.
You know, normally I don't like fights,
but hey, THAT WAS MY MAN THEY BEAT UP!
Ever since that fateful night that the same Soc that Johnny killed had beat him to a pulp, I'd wanted revenge. I would talk to Johnny for hours on end about how one day I would find that blue mustang, and send it to the great big scrapyard in the sky. He always just stared into my eyes and told me not to be silly. He would try to put on a brave smile, but I could tell he was shuddering on the inside.
He has a chance of living, Johnny does. But I know he's going to die. I've said the words over in my mind over and over, over and over. It just...just....doesn't...compute. My life without Johnny?
No. It just doesn't make sense. I'm lucky I have my own room. I can cry freely every night. But Soda....he shares a bed with Ponyboy. the week when Ponyboy was gone, Soda cried every night. I could hear him. But I knew it wasn't because Pony and Johnny had left. It's stupid Sandy.
Remember back in my old post, how I talked about Soda getting his girl, Sandy, pregnant?
It wasn't Soda.
It seems sickly ironic. How Soda is always surrounded by girls, and how he could have any girl he wanted, and yet he chose Sandy. The sick part is that she doesn't seem to care as much as he does. At least, it doesn't seem that way to him or me or any of us. How could a girl who truly loved a guy go and get pregnant by another guy? The short of it is that she has moved to live with her Grandma in Florida. Soda is a mess. She won't even respond to his letters.
He thought it was his....he would have married her. He still would marry her. He would raise another chump's kid, if only he could be with her. I know that.
This could have happened to anyone.....just not Soda. Why Soda ? He never did anything to anyone.
I swear if I ever find out who that son of a gun is that ruined this for Soda, I won't spare any mercy. No one hurts my little brother like that, regardless of whether he realizes it or not, without getting condemned.
I'm weary, and I'm getting angrier by the second by writing this. So I shall bid you all adieu,
my sexy chummy chums and chumettes. (ESPECIALLY YOU, JOHNNYCAKES!! I WILL NEVER LOVER ANOTHER!! YOU'LL ALWAYS BE MY THUNDER!!)

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JOHHNNYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MY LOOOOOOVEEEE!!!!!!!!!
*pauses to listen to Justin Timberlake*
Ahhem,
NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
SADDDDDDDDDNEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
DEPRESSSIOOOOOOONNNNNN!!!!
GOBBBLEEDYYGOOOOKKKKKKKK!!!
IWANNAHIPPOPTAMUSFORCHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ONLYAHIPPOPTAMUSWILDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
JOHNNYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FHOGFJIKJDHLJTOUODZJLNWARLJGHOFBKXSDZOFFHSEXYDGZDFHTOBJZOH!!!
DGETHOSRTJN
SDFHJDOH
FGFJHHKGHFKGCH
XFH
CGJ
CGHJXFGG
JUXJXHAD~~!!!!!!!!!!!!


kthxbai.

NO!! NOO !!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

Okay, Okay, Okay.
AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We waited forever to get in to see Johnny. The reporters were everywhere. I tried my best to keep them from swarming Pony too much. I could see that he was tired, and who wouldn't be ?
Eventually, I told the reporters to slow down a little, remembering to flex my manly muscles a bit, you know, just to show them I meant business.
Pony made them laugh though, once, when they asked him what he would do if he could do anything at that moment . "Take a bath." he had replied. I , myself laughed too. But when I saw his weary face, I knew he meant it.

Mental note, force Ponyboy into the tub when we get home.


Even Soda gets bored with 15 minutes of fame. Well, soda doesn't just get 15 minutes. Gosh, with his looks, his whole life he's been ogled at by random people. But he got tired and fell asleep on my lap.
I said softly to Pony "He didn't get much sleep the whole week. " And I noticed a guilty look on his face. I was about to tell him that it was okay, when Soda interrupted, pointing out that I hadn't gotten much sleep either. I would have shot Soda a warning glance, but I was too drained to spare the energy.
I vowed that one day if I ever became a nurse, I'd actually talk to people. The nurses at this hospital wouldn't tell us anything about Johnny. Eventually I got fed up with the wild goose chase and pulled aside a doctor.
"What is wrong with Johnny?" I said, again flexing my manly muscles. He didn't seem to care about my muscles much. He just said in a bored tone, as if he repeated the same sentence over and over each day to numerous people,
"I am only going to talk to the family of the patient."
"Listen, Johnny's birth family doesn't care about him. His old man doesn't search for him when it's been weeks since Johnny entered his house, and his mother would rather him not come home at all. We care about him. We help him. We respect him. We are the closest thing he has to a true family. That, what he has at home, is not family. So please tell us, what is wrong with Johnny? " I did not mention that I felt a little more than brotherly towards Johnny...but I thought that was need to know information. Information which the doctor did not need to know.
"Well, first, the mean looking one, he'll be fine after two or three weeks in the hospital." One of his arms was badly burned, but he would be able to have full use of it in two to three weeks. Though, he would be scarred for life..
When the doctor told us about Johnny's condition, I tried not to burst out into hysterical crying. 'Tis just not manly. But guys, this is where the title of this post comes into effect, because holy crap,
JOHNNY IS GOING TO DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, there is a good chance he'll die. The other chance is that he will be crippled from the waist down for the rest of his life if he does live.
NOT MY JOHNNY CAKES!!!!
MY SEXY CORNEA MIESTER!!!
THE LOST PUPPY!!!!!!

Oh no. The tears are starting. Gotta fight 'em.
Okay, I managed to stave off the tears. I will cry tonight, while Pony and Soda are sleeping.
Agh, I gotta go. If I stay on here, I think I'll start typing nonsense. Gibberish. Gobbldeygook.


Good day to you sirs and madams
bye.



Your heartbroken and distressed,
DarryBear.

Cupcakes and Corneas

I'm beginning to really miss Johnny.
I mean, I always took his presence for granted. Now that he has been ripped from my day-to-day life, I am a mess without him. He has such amazing eyes...
So dark..
So deep....
So...intriguing.

I MISS THOSE PRETTY CORNEAS!!!!!!!!!

Maybe when Ponyboy and Johnny come back I'll make then cupcakes. Chocolate cupcakes. Moist, perfect, chocolatey cupcakes. I can just picture the fluffyyy cakeyness. I think I'll start right now. Soda is out of the house, running amok with Stevie and Two-Bit. Those silly boys. Hopefully they don't get jailed again. Ugh. I hate having to drag then outta there.

Such beautiful corneas......

Alright! I'm away laughing on a fast camel !



But wait....These blogs are supposed to be about how Ponyboy is doing. Aw dagnabbit.
Dally went off to see the boys today. I told him to take 'em to Dairy Queen. I know how Johnny likes his ice cream. Hopefully nothing bad happens. Dally wouldn't tell me where they are. It's driving me insane. I'm not going to end this blog yet, not until I find out what happened to Ponyboy and He-Who-Has-Sexy-Corneas.
Fairtheewell!
I SHALL BE BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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It is the next day. I am about to go visit Ponyboy in the hospital. I can't believe what has happened. I just can't believe it.
Everything is going wrong.
Sandy's off to Florida, because Soda was stupid enough to get her pregnant.
Ponyboy, Johnny and Dally are in the Hospital.
And They're all in the paper, too!
How could this all have happened?!?!?!
Soda gave Dally a letter to give to Ponyboy, I hope he got it.
Before I get ahead of my self (ha...too late....) I will explain the whole story.
Apparently, according to Dally, yesterday he took Pony and He-Who-Has-Sexy-Corneas to the closest DairyQueen to where they were staying. I hope Johnny enjoyed his meal....
Anyways, after, when they were driving back to the place where they had been located for the past few weeks (which I recently discovered was an old abandoned church.) they saw smoke, and realized the church was on fire. I don't know what was going through his mind, but Pony jumped out of the car to the church. Why did Pony have to be so damn noble? Why??
He ran into the church, while it was on fire. Dally said there was a couple of runts that had strayed from their kiddy school trip. Johnny rushed in after Pony...oh no, why Johnny?
They rescued the kids...but all three ended up in the hospital.
I know I'm to blame. It wasn't those Socs. It was me. I'm the reason Pony left that night. I'm the reason he was out on the street. I hit him. How could I live with myself if anything serious had happened to him?
The paper picked up on the story real quick, too. 'Juvenile Delinquents Turned Heroes.' How ridiculous is that ? They didn't just up and turn into heroes. And they weren't delinquents. Not Johnny and Ponyboy.
Soda and me are going to see Pony soon. I don't think I'll be able to see him. The last time i saw him I smacked him across the head. I bet he hates me, worse, I bet he thinks I hate him.
I gotta face up to my fears though. I need to see him.
Girls just wanna have fun they just wanna, they just wanna, girls just wanna have fun.



We're back from the hospital. We have Pony with us, but he fell asleep in the car. He barely made it up the front steps. When we got to the hospital, Pony and Soda hugged each other something fierce. I wanted to hug him, but I felt that he might try to get away from me. We eventually made up though. I almost cried.The doctors wouldn't tell us...but Johnny isn't going to make it. I know that for a fact. I'm tired. I can't deal with all of this right now....

Where Could He Be ?

Oh Em Gee
Oh Em Gee
Oh Em Gee
Ponyboy.
Ponyboy.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am slowly going crazy 123456 SWITCH! Crazy going slowly am I 654321 SWITCH!



Where could Ponyboy have gone to? I have officially looked everywhere for him.

Okay, Okay, Okay.
Calm down Darry, You can get through this. Remember your mantra.
Girls just wanna have fun. Girls just wanna, they wanna have fun, they wanna, wanna have fun!

Okay. Take a breath. Inhale. Exhale. Mantra. Inhale. Exhale.

So let me tell you what happened after Ponyboy left. If you don't know why Ponyboy left, stop being lazy and read my first post. If you're still too lazy to read that, go get eaten by a kitten.

Anyways.....after Ponyboy left, Soda and I just both stared into space. I still couldn't bring myself to preform even the simplest of actions. Finally, Soda said:
"What did you do that for Darry?"
"I..I.....I didn't mean....to......." I had to keep myself from blubbering manly tears. MANTRA!! Mantra! I gulped, then finally got control over my mouth. " We need to find him."
"Okay, but first let me take a shower. This amount of beauty doesn't just happen by itself, Darrypoo."

"Fine, I'll go sort my beanie baby collection..." Well, I muttered the last part......hoping he wouldn't hear me.....too late.

"What??" Soda turned around again, eyes as round as flapjacks.

"Uh.....*cue manly clearing of throat* .... I have to go find some baby...carrots......." Smooth, Darry, real smooth.

"o-kay....." Soda replied, slowly backing up towards the door to the bathroom.

*AFTER MUCH BEAUTIFICATION*

Alright, now that Sodapop has made himself all handsome, and I have sorted my beanie babies by size and colour, we are ready to go! Hopefully much hasn't happened to Ponyboy since I hit him....Oh no....here comes the grief.....

We just talked to Dally. I have a feeling he knows more than he's telling. He says that he had to help Pony and Johnny get out of town.

What have I done ?

Superman Comes Undone

As you already know, my name is Darry Molly Curtis. You already know that I appear to be cold as stone. But I didn't tell you why I must be cold and appear unfeeling.

First of all, my parents died six months ago. I was real close with my dad, and it killed me that someone so kind could just be swept away by an oncoming automobile. His life just snuffed up by metal versus metal. I picture my mother, making eggs in the morning for us all, me, my dad and my two little brothers: Ponyboy and Sodapop. Ponyboy is fourteen, and Soda is 16. I'm the oldest, at 18. That means that if I wnat this family to stay together, I must act like a parent. I have already quit school, and added on an extra job.

I have this sinking feeling that Ponyboy believes that I don't care about him. I swear I do, it's just, I have to act as the father figure. Also, as a greaser, well, greaser's don't cry. We just don't. Sure, JohnnyCakes did when he was jumped by the Socs, but that beating went too far. So, instead of 'talking about my feelings', I suck it up.

I guess since I 've alreays given you enough background knowledge, I should get started on what this entry is about. I just crossed a line, and made a huge mistake. I did something I shouldn't have. Tonight was like any other night; Ponyboy was late. This time he was later than usual. It was roughly 2:00 in the morning. Where was he? I set rules in place, I made a curfew for a reason. How could I sit around wondering if he had been jumped?

When he came in the door...I flipped. I completely lost it. I know I shouldn't have..but it was too late. I was gone too far. I yelled at him, no, I screamed at him. The voluem of my voice was rising. Soda jumped in to the rescue of Ponyboy. Soda always sides with Ponyboy. Always. I couldn't help it. I shouted at Soda too. Then..I hit him.

I hit Ponyboy.

I hit Ponyboy.

The thought ran through my mind. I just couldn't process it. I had slapped Ponyboy, my kid brother. Before I could come to my senses, Ponyboy was headed straight for the front door.

Do something. Say something. Anything! I thought to myself, trying to force my body to do my bidding. But I couldnt. Instead, I uttered a single word, hoping that he would understand.

"Ponyboy..." That was all. I couldnt bring myself to say anything else. No no no no no. DO SOMETHING!!!!!!!

But he was already gone.

When would he come back? What had I done?