You're Different. (ponyboy fan fiction)

You're that guy... (3)

hi!!!~ here's another chapter. ;)

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"You're that guy..."

KittyCat pov:

we walked home from the alley way. Danny was limping and he groaned in every step he took. I looked straight ahead in anger. all I thought was:

I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna kill him.

I only remember that guy had bright blonde hair. we get home and find mama sleeping on the kitchen counter.

"we gotta put her to bed..." Danny groans.

"first let's get you cleaned up." I loved caring for people. I wanted to become a doctor. I laid him down on bed and went to my room for my first aid kit. I went back to his room and examined him.

"where does it hurt?" I asked wiping the cut lip with a cotton ball. he pointed at his stomach. I helped him take his t-shirt off and I sighed. his lower rib cage area was bruising. his right eye was swollen red. I went to get an icepack before his eye would turn black. mama groaned and smiled at me.

"go to bed mama." I said softly. she stood up and went into her room. I got 3 ice packs and went back to Danny. he was

sitting up and smoking a Cigarette.

"no Danny. you gotta lay down." I said as I slammed the ice pack on his eye. he took his cigarette out of his mouth then laid down. I placed the other icepack on his lower rib.

"cat? ain't you gonna ask why I am the way I am?" Danny suddenly spoke up.

"I'd rather not know" I say looking at all his bruises. he then grabs my hand.

"KittyCat... look at me" I look at him. "just try to be careful. there are a lot of redneck bozos that wanna hurt people like you. me. US. understand me?" he gives me a look that you can't ask why.

"okay Danny. I'll be careful." he smiles but then flinches. his lip bleeds again. I'm about to wipe it until he pushes my hand away.

"go'n to bed cat. you've done enough." he shoos me towards the door.

"okay. night Danny."

"sweet dreams girly" I leave his room and go into mine.

I pull off my t shirt and shorts so I'm standing in my underwear. then I put on Danny's old gray sweat shirt that went down to my knees, I brushed my hair and it rested on my shoulders. I then put on my large black rimmed glasses on.

"ah much better." I say blinking my eyes to my glasses. I never wore them because it didn't make me look like a tough greaser it made me look like a wannabe greaser. so I never wore them. I wasn't tired so I went out to my back porch and leaned on the wooden pillar. I hummed some tunes as I looked up at the stars. I tapped my fingers on the pillar and felt the chipped paint. I then started to sing softly.

"hey Jude,

don't be so sad,

take a sad song

and make it better"

I sang and when I finished I started to hear rustling in the bushes on the side of the porch. I walked slowly over there gulping nervous I quickly looked over the side. phew.

just a small racoon.

relieved, I started walking away. but I hand grabbed arm and pulled me in the bushes. I was about to scream when this person's hand went over my mouth. I breathed heavily. panicked. then I really looked at this person. post bleached brown hair? grayish green eyes? greaser style? this guy...

this guy is from the drive in!

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who IS that guy?

who?who?who?

stay positive.

stay cool.

stay careful.

~KittyCat