“I can’t believe you have to work on New Year’s Eve.” Ponyboy mumbles.
You give him a quick kiss on the cheek as you head towards the door. “I know, but I’ll be paid extra for working tonight.”
“Waiting tables?” He snorts.
You roll your eyes. “Well it is a holiday.” Not knowing what else to say about your profession, you add, “Lots of people go out tonight.”
“Can I visit you to get a New Year’s kiss?” He asks as you turn the doorknob to the front door.
You stop. You didn’t want him coming to see where you worked. “No,” you say quietly.
“Why not?”
“Just… No.” You say, and leave.
******************
The bass pounded, the colored lights flashed.
You glance at the clock. Only 11:50. Another couple hours in this whore house.
Stripping wasn’t how you’d picture your future to be. It sorta just happened. You were desperate for money, and you apparently had the sex appeal for it.
You take a look in the bathroom mirror, your hair all curly, and your wearing this black leather and fishnet ensemble.
“You look so slutty.” You think to yourself.
What would Ponyboy think?
He’d be so disappointed in you.
And you just want to break down and cry, knowing how upset he’d be.
You fight back tears, not wanting to ruin your eyeliner and mascara.
You quickly compose yourself, you were on in 5.
You walk backstage in a daze, not really concentrating, ready just to be another pretty face and body for men to stare at.
The lights go dark on the stage, your cue to take your place at your pole, the one on the stage right.
The music starts, and the lights go up. You feel the beat, starting to slide down the pole.
As you turn around, kicking up your leg, you see him.
You see him, standing at the entrance, the look on his face killing you.
You instantly let go of the pole, stand up, and look at him, eyes starting to water.
“Bitch, get back to dancing!” Some drunk yells at you, but you ignore him, biting your lip to keep from sobbing.
You see him mouth something. At first you can’t make it out, but then you realize he’s saying: “I’m sorry.”
You shake your head, letting him know it’s not his fault.
He starts walking towards you, making his way through the crowd of men.
You hop off the stage, making your way towards him, as fast as your high heeled boots would carry you.
You run into his arms, which immediately wrap around you, pulling you close. “I’m sorry.” He whispers. “I’m so sorry.”
You can’t help it now, the tears start to flow.
He pulls away, holding your face in your hands, trying to hold back tears himself. “You’re going to quit, alright? I’ll support you, I swear. We’ll find you a real job, and everything will be fine. I promise.”
All you can do is cry and nod, make up running down your face.
“5, 4, 3, 2-” the crowd counts down to signal the new year.
And his lips crash into yours.
“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” The club roars.
“This year will be different.” You sniffle.
You give him a quick kiss on the cheek as you head towards the door. “I know, but I’ll be paid extra for working tonight.”
“Waiting tables?” He snorts.
You roll your eyes. “Well it is a holiday.” Not knowing what else to say about your profession, you add, “Lots of people go out tonight.”
“Can I visit you to get a New Year’s kiss?” He asks as you turn the doorknob to the front door.
You stop. You didn’t want him coming to see where you worked. “No,” you say quietly.
“Why not?”
“Just… No.” You say, and leave.
******************
The bass pounded, the colored lights flashed.
You glance at the clock. Only 11:50. Another couple hours in this whore house.
Stripping wasn’t how you’d picture your future to be. It sorta just happened. You were desperate for money, and you apparently had the sex appeal for it.
You take a look in the bathroom mirror, your hair all curly, and your wearing this black leather and fishnet ensemble.
“You look so slutty.” You think to yourself.
What would Ponyboy think?
He’d be so disappointed in you.
And you just want to break down and cry, knowing how upset he’d be.
You fight back tears, not wanting to ruin your eyeliner and mascara.
You quickly compose yourself, you were on in 5.
You walk backstage in a daze, not really concentrating, ready just to be another pretty face and body for men to stare at.
The lights go dark on the stage, your cue to take your place at your pole, the one on the stage right.
The music starts, and the lights go up. You feel the beat, starting to slide down the pole.
As you turn around, kicking up your leg, you see him.
You see him, standing at the entrance, the look on his face killing you.
You instantly let go of the pole, stand up, and look at him, eyes starting to water.
“Bitch, get back to dancing!” Some drunk yells at you, but you ignore him, biting your lip to keep from sobbing.
You see him mouth something. At first you can’t make it out, but then you realize he’s saying: “I’m sorry.”
You shake your head, letting him know it’s not his fault.
He starts walking towards you, making his way through the crowd of men.
You hop off the stage, making your way towards him, as fast as your high heeled boots would carry you.
You run into his arms, which immediately wrap around you, pulling you close. “I’m sorry.” He whispers. “I’m so sorry.”
You can’t help it now, the tears start to flow.
He pulls away, holding your face in your hands, trying to hold back tears himself. “You’re going to quit, alright? I’ll support you, I swear. We’ll find you a real job, and everything will be fine. I promise.”
All you can do is cry and nod, make up running down your face.
“5, 4, 3, 2-” the crowd counts down to signal the new year.
And his lips crash into yours.
“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” The club roars.
“This year will be different.” You sniffle.
He pauses for a second, thinking.
“You.” He finally answers, smiling.
“That’s not one thing.” You roll your eyes and giggle.
“Yes it is. You are you. Without certain things, you wouldn’t be you. If you’re pretty eyes weren’t (eye color), you wouldn’t be you. If you didn’t snort when you laugh, you wouldn’t be you. If you didn’t randomly burst into song, you be you.
If you weren’t nice and sweet and funny, it wouldn’t be (Y/N). The (Y/N) I know, love and adore.” He smiles as he kisses you on the cheek.
“Really?” You ask.
“Really.”
“Really really?”
“Really really.”
“Johnny how do you think this looks?” You ask, holding up a black dress to you.
“How am I supposed to know?” He groans as he leans on one of the shelves of the department store.
“Well, would I look good in it?” You ask, twirling the dress around.
“You’d look good in any clothes, honey.” He smiles at you.
“Any clothes?” You ask, scrunching your nose.
“But you also look good in no clothes, if that’s what you want to know,” he grins at you like a little kid. “So could you hurry up so I could see my favorite outfit on you?”
The Outsiders has some great life lessons in it and I take them to heart so here they are...
Darry: He has taught me that even though sometimes someone can seem mean doesn't mean they don't love you.
Two-Bit: Has taught me to take and make a joke.
Sodapop: Has taught me that you can be drunk on just plain living.
Dally: Has taught me to be tough and you won't get hurt.
Steve: Has taught me that you should always stick by your buddies.
Ponyboy: Has taught me that things are rough all over and to notice the beauty around me.
Last but not least Johnny. Johnny? Well he told me to Stay Gold:)
Darry: He has taught me that even though sometimes someone can seem mean doesn't mean they don't love you.
Two-Bit: Has taught me to take and make a joke.
Sodapop: Has taught me that you can be drunk on just plain living.
Dally: Has taught me to be tough and you won't get hurt.
Steve: Has taught me that you should always stick by your buddies.
Ponyboy: Has taught me that things are rough all over and to notice the beauty around me.
Last but not least Johnny. Johnny? Well he told me to Stay Gold:)
Greasers with their long tuff hair
Soc's with their cruelness
The Outsiders is one true classic
C. Thomas Howell, Patrick Swayze,
Rob Lowe, Ralph Macchio, Matt Dillon
Tom Cruise and Emilio Esteves
make practically the best cast for a movie ever
no one can replace you
especially Zac Efron
RIP Patrcik Swayze
Where is Tommy Howell??
How 'Bout Ralph Macchio?
Emilio Esteves is still goin along with Matt Dillon
And tom cruise is shining brighter than ever!!
I love the outsiders and it is a true classic
Soc's with their cruelness
The Outsiders is one true classic
C. Thomas Howell, Patrick Swayze,
Rob Lowe, Ralph Macchio, Matt Dillon
Tom Cruise and Emilio Esteves
make practically the best cast for a movie ever
no one can replace you
especially Zac Efron
RIP Patrcik Swayze
Where is Tommy Howell??
How 'Bout Ralph Macchio?
Emilio Esteves is still goin along with Matt Dillon
And tom cruise is shining brighter than ever!!
I love the outsiders and it is a true classic