My Life As A Greaser Girl (Outsiders fanfic)

Chapter 5.

We fell asleep after that awkward, short conversation. I dreamt about my mom again. This time I was at my wedding. I was wearing a white gown and roses lay behind me wherever I walked. My mother was sitting in the front row, my father walking me down the aisle. I stepped up onto the platform. I looked to see who my groom was and there was the sly smile of Dallas Winston.

But there was something odd. I couldn't figure out what though. We exchanged our vows, and instead of giving me a ring, he shot me in the head.

I woke up. Ponyboy was standing above me and Johnny. His face was filled with worry and fright. He took off sprinting. Me and Johnny immediately got up and ran after him. I had no idea where we were going and was still thinking about the dream.

The breeze was cool, especially since we were running against it. I barely noticed when we stopped. My head was spinning. Maybe I was coming down with something. Whatever, I don't have time to worry about that.

"Pony?" Johnny asked. I was scared. Johnny kept telling Ponyboy to cool it.

"Can you hand me a cigarette, Johnny? I'm scared to death," Pony said unsteadily. Johnny handed him one.

"Man, what happened?" I asked.

"Darry hit me!" Ponyboy yelled. Anyone of us in the gang could get hit by our parents and not complain about it, but Pony? It really isn't a big deal, but of course, I would never say that out loud. "I swear we used to get along just fine before our folks died! Now he can't stand me!"

"Pony, that's not true. Don't ever think it's true," I say and hug him.

"Let's go down to the park. Maybe I'll blow off enough steam to go back."

"Okay," I reply. We start walking and I put one arm around Pony. He's only fourteen. He shouldn't be dealing with this. I'm sixteen and it's hard enough for me.

We arrive at the park and climb onto the monkey bars that remind me of a castle. I used to play on that all the time, just thinking it as a little kid's play set. Now it's an escape from the world.

"Pony, are you okay, man?" I ask, lighting a smoke.

"No. Not at all Aster. I love my brothers. I love Soda more than anyone in the whole world but I can't stand Darrel. Your parents don't care about you at all and you can live with it without it even bothering you but Darry-"

That's it. "You think I have gotten used to it," I whisper, looking at my shoes, then focusing my gaze on his eyes. I'm getting angry. "You think it's hella easy to just get used to not being cared about?! You think I don't care anymore?! Damn you Ponyboy, you don't know nothing! My dad doesn't even give a shit about me but yours did! And Darry does too!" I am yelling now. "I am sick of you complaining about Darry and how he is all unfair and crap. That's BS. You have a good life, Ponyboy Curtis. I would give anything for a life like yours."

"Aster," Johnny said. "It's okay. Don't worry about them."

"I'm sorry Pony. I didn't mean to snap like that. But you need to understand that you need to appreciate everything you have, cause one day someone can take it from you in a blink of an eye," I say.

"It's okay, Aster." Pony said. "But Darry is my brother, not my parent. I just don't want to lose my brother, he and Soda are all I got left. I'm sorry about your family, Rose. If I could I'd change it."

"I know you would."

I saw headlights and turned to see a car heading towards us. It is was a big blue one, and it held the Socs that were hanging up on us before.

"Uh oh," Johnny said. "Look what's coming."

"Act cool," Pony whispered.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? Greaser 1, 2, and 0. That's right, I'm talking about you there doll," the tall one said.