𝑪𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑴𝒆 ❦

the church

we countinued hiking for what felt like hours. my legs began to feel heavy, and i was so thirsty. gosh i wish i was at home with the gang, or even helping Soda out at work. i wonder what there all doing right now, Darry is probably reckless regretting what he did to Pony, Sodas probably drowning himself in a puddle of tears, Dallys probably wondering if we got here safe, two-pit and steve are even probably-

"The church!" PonyBoy announced to us as we made contact with an old, rundown building. it didn't look to bad from the outside, it sat amongst a field of green, and trees.

we made our way over, trying to find an entrance. the boys began breaking off wood from what looked like to be once a window. i stood back watching. Pony was the first to step in, next was Johnny, then me.

it sure wasn't pretty on the inside. cobwebs flew from every corner, dust and rocks covered what once could've been a wooden floor, the lighting in the church was dark, it spooked me, and boy it sure was cold in there.

we all collapesed onto the hard floor, using our jackets as pillows for extra comfort. Pony tried to talk to Johnny, but Johnny had passed out hard as soon as his head hit the 'pillow.' "man this floor sure is hard," he turned to me.

i woke up later on to a cool breeze. i slowly opened my eyes, extremely confused. you know when you wake up and you forget we're you are and it takes a second to come to mind.

that's what was happening. it took me a few seconds before i grounded myself. then i remembered just less then 24 hours ago i found myself in a murder scene.

where are the boys? i saw Johnnys messy handwriting in the dirt. "be back soon"

i suspected he just went to get supplies with the 50$, but if that's were he was where was Pony? i heard a loud noise coming from outside. i figured that was him and followed the noise.

i found myself at the back of the church, i hadn't seen this part yet. it was nice, real nice. it overlooked the mountains and nature. then Pony caught my eye.

he was trying to get water out of the water-pump Dally was telling us about. he had just finished washing his face before i began walking over to him.

"hey Pony," i tapped his back as a greeting, "did you know you snore," i tried getting a laugh out of him. i felt bad for all that he had been through the last 12 or so hours.

thankfully he let out a soft giggle. "you shut your trap," he laughed and began pumping out water for me. i washed my hands under the water before we both heard the crunch of leaves and a whistle.

we ran underneath some sort of entrance to a tunnel or something. i'm not sure what it was, i didn't really take the time to take in my surroundings.

i hid behind PonyBoy as he stuck his head out. as the whistle grew closer i felt like an idiot. it was the whistle that the 'Shepard gang' used to say "who's there" Pony looked back at me as i gave him an 'we are total idiots look.'

we both ran out the the tunnel, Pony a little to fast. "hey Johnny," he announced before falling over, "fancy meeting you here."

"your getting more like two-bit everyday huh," Johnny joked around before we went back inside, following Dallys orders.

Johnny the box that held all our supplies in it onto a table. "alright i got, loaf of bread anddd a week supply of baloney here," he announced taking everything out.

eventually he got tired of it and just chucked everything into the table, handing PonyBoy a book. "gone with the wind? Johnny how'd you know i always wanted gone with the wind?" Pony thankfully but curiously asked.

"member you saying something about it once, you and me went to see that movie member, thought maybe you could read it out loud help kill time of somethin," he answered.

"thanks a lot Johnny," PonyBoy thanked him as he too started taking things out the bag. "Peroxide?" he paused looking at Johnny. "you ain't think-"

"gotta cut our hair PonyBoy, your gonna bleach yours. they have our descriptions in the paper and we can't fit em man."

"No sir, you ain't gonna touch my hair," PonyBoy defended himself unwrapping a candy bar. Johnny pulled out a blade. the same blade he killed Bob with.

"im gonna be cuttin mine off too and wash all the grease out, y/n your gonna be cutting yours too," he said pointing over to me.

"no, no, no. do you know how long my hair took to grow to the length i wanted it. there is no way im letting you." i refused. "same here, you ain't touching it," PonyBoy argued once more.

"PonyBoy it'll grow back man, it's not that it won't," Johnny convinced him. "fine go ahead," Pony gave up as Johnny began cutting his what once was perfect hair.

the both went outside to bleach Pony's hair, Johnny left me the blade telling me i could do what i wanted with my hair, as long as it's not a tiny chop.

i stared at the blade, contemplating what i was gonna do with it. my hair was as good as good gets. all the greaser boys thought i was the girl with the best looks, even Soda who i consider a brother thought it.

i would even get compliments from the soc girls at school, and when i would talk back to the soc boys they'd say, "your lucky your a looker."

what if one wrong move ruins my reputation. i stopped at that thought. your not Cherry Valance, you don't care about what others think of you.

i took the blade to my hair. there was an old broken mirror in the church ,so i could see what i was doing.
i didn't cut to much off, but enough to see a difference.

i then went onto my 2 front pieces, cutting them into real nice what the soc girls call them, 'curtain bangs.' i didn't mind the new look. i ran my fingers through to brush it before going outside to show the boys.

brining the mirror with me so PonyBoy could see what he looked like. i stepped out and was met by a bright white PonyBoy.

i immediately broke down into laughter before i could get a word out. "y-you look real tough," i held my knees for support, trying not cry of laughter.

"show me," PonyBoy pleaded as Johnny turned the mirror. "real though," he mumbled in annoyance. "least yours looks nice," he complimented. "thanks," i smiled before handing the blade to him.

"your turn Johnny-cakes"