*Singin' to Ponyboy*

i woke up early the next morning, with Ponyboy by my side. when i fluttered my eyes open i saw an arm slung around me. the arm was cloaked in a grey sleeve that probably belonged to a person wearing a grey sweatshirt jacket. my left hand that was against my pillow was on top of another hand. and i felt that my back was against someone else's stomach. i also felt someones head right beside mine.

it was all Ponyboy.

i recongnized this position. it was in a picture of Zutara, my favorite anime shipping. Zutara was a mash-up name for the characters Zuko and Katara from Avatar: The Last Airbender. i was a proud supporter of Zutara.

i really didnt want to get out of Ponyboys comforting hold on me. when we layed together like that, i felt protected and safe. i loved it. but i had to get up. what would happen if he woke up while we were like that? that would be embarrassing. so i slowly, carefully, and quietly got out of my bed. i went downstairs and started making breakfast. but before i did that i put music on. i stuck my iPod in the stereo thing. the song that popped on was Taylor Swift's Sparks Fly (link). i made sure it was quiet enough that it didnt wake Ponyboy. "i love this song!" i said to myself. so i started to sing along.

im a pretty good singer, but sometimes i dont think so. im okay. on a scale of 1 to 10 id say im a 7 maybe.

"'the way you move is like a full-on rainstorm
and im a house of cards
youre the
kind of reckless that should send me running but i
kinda know that i wont get far
and you stood there in front of me just
close enough to touch
close enough to hope you couldnt see what i was thinking of
drop everything now
meet me in the pouring rain
kiss me on the sidewalk
take away the pain
cause i see sparks fly whenever you smile
get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down
give me something thatll haunt me when youre not around
cuse i see sparks fly whenever you smile.'"

the song reminded me of Ponyboy, especially the green eyes part. everytime i hear it or everytime i sing it i think of him.

i was making toast and eggs for breakfast. im a pretty good cook. im sure Ponyboy was gonna like the meal.

"'my mind forgets to remind me
that youre a bad idea
you touch me once and its
really something
you find im even better than you imagined i would be
im on my guard for the rest of the world
but with you i know its no good
and i could wait patinetly but i really wish ou would
drop everything now
meet me in the pouring rain
kiss me on the sidewalk
take away the pain
cause i see
sparks fly whenever you smile
get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down
give me something thatll haunt me when youre not around
cause i see sparks fly whenever you smile.'"

i continued making breakfast and went along humming to the song. when i turned around to go get butter for the toast from the fridge i saw Ponyboy sitting on the stool in the corner of the kitchen. i dropped the small glass plate that i had in my hand and it shattered on the floor. "youre a good singer," he said to me. then he got off the stool and started picking up the broken glass. finally, what had happened in the past few moment hit me. i bent over and picked up some glass too.

"you startled me," i said quietly, embarrased that he had heard me sing.

"i can see that." he laughed, then i did too. "youre a good singer," he repeated. i looked at him.

"no im not."

"modesty will get u nowhere." i laughed and another song came on. it was Sally's Song by Amy Lee (link). i love Amy Lee and her band Evanecsence. they are amazing. i have lots of their songs on my iPod.

this song also reminds me of Ponyboy. the lyrics speak exactly how i feel. exactly. no joke. "this is a nice song," Ponyboy said when we finished picking up the glass.

"yeah," i replied, "it is. its one of my favorites. it reminds me of a special person." i smiled and continued makin breakfast. i sang the lyrics, not really carin anymore that Pony was there.

"'i sense theres something in the wind
that feels like tragedys at hand
and though id like to stand by him
cant shake this feeling that i have
the worst is just around the bend
and does he notice
my feelings for him?
and will he see
how much he means to me?
i think its not to be
what will become of my dear friend?
where will his actions lead us then?
although id like to join the crowd
in their enthusiastic cloud
try as i may, it doesnt last
and will we ever
end up together?'"

then the long instrumental solo came on. "you sound almost exactly like that singer," Pony commented as he watched me cook. "whats her name?"

"Amy Lee. and, thanks. i always thought i kinda did when i tried." the solo ended and i began to sing again.

"'will we ever
end up together?
no, i think not
its never to become
for i am not
the one'"

"you said this song reminds you of a special person, right?" Ponyboy asked abruptly.

"yes," i said slowly.

"do they treat you like that?"

"like what?" Pony hesitated.

"well, the lyrics, they sound like this girl really wants this guy but he doesnt notice her. she really loves him but he is completely blind." i stared at Pony, then i nodded my head.

"yeah," i said. "yeah, Ponyboy. thats exactly how he treats me." then he looked sad. if only he knew it was HIM, i thought. then Pony changed the subject: "so, where does that music come from anyway?"

"oh," i started. i grabbed his hand and pulled him into the family room. i pointed to my iPod plugged into the stereo thing (i have no idea what its called). "the sound comes from the stereo."

"the what?" Pony looked confused. i laughed.

"the stereo." Ponyboy bent down and examined it. he said, "it seems more like a miniature jukebox, or a giant radio or somethin." i started to laugh alot more. i almost fell onto the floor. actually, i did. i lied next to him and giggled.

"oh, yeah!" i shouted, howling with laughter, "thats right, you dont know what a stereo is! yeah, it is kinda like a mini jukebox." Ponyboy smiled and looked at me, probably glad that he could make me laugh so much. "alright," i started, "we should probably eat breakfast, then we'll go see the boys."

"okay," he said.