A few weeks later, someone knocked on the door. I opened it up, to reveal a Soc, though I didn't quite remember him. At least, he wasn't at the rumble.
"Hey..umm...Is Ponyboy here? My name's Randy..he knows me." He told me, occasionally glancing at the floor.
"Hold on for a second, I'll go see if he wants to come down?" I said, then dashed up the stairs to tell Ponyboy.
"You want to see him?" I asked.
"Yeah. Sure. Why not?" Ponyboy shrugged.
I payed close attention to the conversation from the other room. They talked about the hearing, and parents etc. etc. Then Randy started to talk about Johnny. Oh no. Ponyboy is convinced that he killed the Soc, no Johnny.
"Johnny is not dead. Johnny is not dead." Ponyboy repeated, his voice catching.
"hey, Randy, I think you'd better go now." I told him in a stern voice. Ponyboy is losing it.
"Sure...See you around Ponyboy." Randy said as he got up. I pulled him aside when we got close to the door.
"Don't ever say anything to him about johnny. He's still pretty racked up mentally and emotionally. The doctor said he'd get over it if we gave him some time.
And then I shut the door.
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