ponyboy, i asked the nurse to give anda this book so anda could finish it. the doctor came in a while ago, but i already new it anyway. i keep getting tired and tired. listen, i dont mind dying now it was worth it, it was worth saving those little kids, their lives are worth lebih than mine, they have lebih to live for. some of their parents came oleh to think me and it was worth it. tell dally it was worth it. im just gona miss u guys and iv been thinking about it. that poem, the guy that wrote it. he ment your emas when your a kid, like green, when your a kid everything is new, dawn, its just,...
“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” A boy about your age says, truly apologetic. He grabs your hand and pulls anda up. anda find his eyes, and anda see how cute he is. He looks at you, stunned. “I’m… Really sorry.” He says as he stares into your eyes.
“It’s fine.” anda blush. “I would have fallen anyway, I’m clumsy.” anda say, brushing off your legs.
“Well if anda did, I’d catch you.” He grins. “Anyways, I’m Ponyboy. What about you?”
“(Y/N).” anda grin.
“I like that name. So.. Uh what brings anda to the camp?”’
“Ok, Joey, this is what anda gotta do. anda pindah the gear into drive right? Because that’s what anda gotta do; drive. And anda lightly put your feet on the gas. Lightly. Unless you’re racing but anda shouldn’t do that… But if anda do I won’t tell your mother. Anyways , feet lightly on the gas, and anda see, anda pindah forward. I’m not even touching the wheel. anda don’t want to have a death grip on the wheel, that’s bad. So when anda want to turn, anda gotta line up your mirrors with the corner you’re turning at, like this. And then anda turn the wheel, and straighten it back out…...
As anda push, anda see Soda sprint down the hallway past your room in his DX shirt, then do a double take and trip back into your hospital room.
“OUT! OUT! Sodapop Curtis anda get the fuck outta this room right now atau so help me we are never having anymore children. You’ll be lucky if anda even get to have sex with me anymore!” anda scream at him.
The look of pure fear crosses Soda’s face, and he bolts out of the room.
You see Ponyboy out of the corner of your eye biting his lip, trying not to laugh.
You hear Soda from the hall. “You’re doing great, sweetheart.”