Lost in The Outsiders

Chapter 18: The Rumble

I was falling again. I still didn't know why. This dream came to me over and over again, and I couldn't think anything of it. I never woke up with this dream, someone had to wake me. Maybe it wasn't meant to end. Maybe I was actually dying, and when I finally hit the bottom, I would be dead. Or maybe I could go back home. That sounded nice. Especially after what happened today.

Ponyboy tapped me lightly on the shoulder.

"You sleep forever girl, it's like you never wake up by yourself on your own."

"That's because I don't." I mumbled. He didn't take what I said seriously, and left the room. I thought he was letting me sleep, so I just put my head back down and closed my eyes. I still saw the memories of back home. Maybe I was still living, but where was I? Sure, it's Tulsa Oklahoma, in 1966, but there has to be something special about this place that just randomly put me here. And how?

I felt myself drifting back to sleep. Then the dream reoccurred. But this time, I actually felt like a was falling. It didn't feel the best. I looked down, and I swear I saw the end of the hole, but I didn't. I saw something coming right at me. I screamed when it hit me and woke up panting.

Ponyboy was carrying me out into the living room of the Curtis house. I looked at him with eyes as big as the sun. When he heard me gasping, he looked right at me.

"Are you okay?" he asked me, for like the the thousandth time.

I managed to smile, even though I was scared right out of my skin.

"Yeah.."

He set me down on the couch and joined the Curtis brothers in the kitchen. Soda looked over and winked at Stina. She gave him a smirk and I just rolled my eyes. I didn't want to deal with boys right now. I checked my phone. Surprisingly it was 12:30. Not only 12:30. It was October 2nd.

Jordan's birthday! I thought. Then I remembered the boys in the kitchen making something.

"Darry" I asked, smirking. "What are you making?"

He smiled right back at me, knowing just what I was thinking.

"A chocolate cake."

It seemed right as Darry mentioned cake, Two-Bit and Steve showed up. They ran into the kitchen and observed the cake process.

Darry pushed them away. "This cake is for Jordan." he mentioned.

The boys frowned.

"Aw"

"Hey, it's her birthday, cut her some slack." Soda said.

They walked back into the living room. I was writing, for like the 50th time while I charged my phone.

"How's a goin, Ms. Robert Frost?" He asked, sitting down next to me. I laughed.

"I'm surprised that you know who that is."

"Ponyboy never shuts his trap about em."

I smiled. Maybe I could talk about books to Ponyboy. He would understand it, and it would feel more like home.

"Do you have any books I could read, Ponyboy?" I asked. He ran into his room and came out with "Gone With The Wind" by Margaret Mitchell.

"This ones my favorite." He smiled.

"Thank you." I said politely. He went back into the kitchen to continue making the cake.

I opened the book. I loved the experience of a new book. Even the old ones were like gold.

A sudden pain struck my side and I grounded, rubbing my rib cage.

"Are you okay?" Two-Bit asked concerned. Why was everyone asking me if I was okay? I was okay, okay? I got this stuff handled.