The Joker Stole My Heart

Accepted

(((Champs nickname is Chance)))

I told Soda to take me and Chance back to Bucks place.

He's gonna have to find out sometime. Soda agreed being the kind person he is.

Soda is one of my favorites out of the gang. He will do anything you ask him to and doesn't complain about it.

I looked at the road and said, "Looks like you know where to go."

He said, "Yeah me and Sandy went to a couple of Bucks parties we just leave when the Socs arrive."

I said, "Socs?" He said, "Yeah, you know the guys that wear khakis and sweaters."

I said, "Well, I know we all dress differently but hey everyone's got their own style."

He said, "Sure they do, but the Socs are our rivals you see."

I said, "Like enemies?" He said, "Well, not all of them are bad. There are two different types of social class. The Greasers and the socs. We just happen to be the Greasers."

I said, "Ok, so which one is better?" Pony chimed in, "Duh, we are. Socs don't know when to F off."

Soda jerked the car over to the side. It scared me, and it woke Chance up from his sleep.

Soda looked back at Pony and said, "What did you say, Pony?"

Ponyboy repeated himself, clearly scared as I was.

Soda said, "Now, what did Darry tell you about your language?" Pony looked out the window.

I quietly opened my side door and said, "Thanks for the ride, Soda. Umm me and Chance can walk from here."

He didn't say anything. Soda has never yelled at anyone before or none that I know of.

I attached Chance's leash to his collar, grabbed his food, pads, and toys, and we began to walk. We only had to walk three blocks, but it was fine.

Once we arrived to the door, I practiced what I was going to say.

"Buck, I'm growing up and I need to...no that's stupid." I took a deep breath and said, "Listen, I'm not..."

I couldn't even finish my sentence as the door swung wide open. It was only 6:00pm but it was late.

I came face to face with Two-bit Mathews. He said, "Hi."

I said, "What are you doing here?" He said, "I had a talk with Buck about you."

My heart stopped, why were they talking about me? I looked down at Chance who was now sniffing Two-bit.

I said, "Why?" He said, "You'll see." His smile got even wider when he saw Chance.

He got on his knees and said, "And who do we have here?" I said nonchalantly, "This is Chance. He's my dog."

Two-bit petted Chance and asked, "What breed?" I answered, "White German Shepherd. There rare in Tulsa you know?"

He said, "Yeah, I haven't seen one like Chance before." Chance started biting
Two-bit's finger playfully.

He said, "Chance." Chance looked at him and moved one ear to the side.
Two-bit started to smile.

When I saw him smile, I smiled to. What is happening? Why are these feelings piling back?