Running Towards Home

CHAPTER 22

SAM'S POV:

I wake up next to somebody. I open my eyes, and I see Pony asleep facing me. At first I have no idea what happened, but then all of last night comes rushing back to me. I start to get up, but Pony pulls me back down.

"No, too early." he groans. I laugh. "I have to get up, come on!" I move out from under his arm and he sits up. I climb out of bed, and Pony follows suit. We walk into the living room together. The whole gang is already up, and they are all staring at us.

"So, did you guys 'do it'?" Two-Bit asks. "YOU BETTER NOT HAVE," Darry screams from the kitchen. "We didn't do anything," I say. "I wasn't feeling well so I asked Pony to keep me company. That's all!" I see a few raised eyebrows. "Really, nothing happened." I can feel myself blushing like crazy, and Pony is too.

Darry comes out from the kitchen. "Look, that was a one night thing. I didn't have the heart to wake you two. You are both too young to be doing anything right now." Darry says. He glares at us, to make sure we get the message. "Okay, okay. Don't freak out," Pony says, and Darry frowns at us. "I mean it." I give him a thumbs up.

I grab some clothes out of my backpack, which still sits by the couch, and go to the bathroom to change. "The bathroom is occupied for the next ten minutes!" I shout. I don't want a repeat of someone walking in on me. I head inside the bathroom, and I fiddle with the lock even though I know it's broken. I put on a pink crop top, a pair of black shorts, and tie my hair back. I exit the bathroom, and sit down at the table to eat. I go to grab some chocolate milk, and Two-Bit is already there grabbing a beer, despite the fact that it's eight o'clock in the morning.

He notices me staring. "Want one?" he asks. "No, she does not," Darry says from the table. I grab myself a cup of chocolate milk and sit down at the table. We all eat, and then sit and watch mickey mouse. Two-Bit is so close to the TV I swear that his nose is touching it. I don't know how he can watch like that. It would give me a headache.

After we get our fill of mickey, we head to the lot. We toss around a football, and play a game of tag. It was fun. The day passes fast, and before we know it, the sun is setting. We all start to head back to the house, but Johnny decides to try and head home. We try to convince him to stay, but he says he has to grab some stuff from his house.

We eat a late dinner, and decide to stay up playing cards. It's almost eleven when the door opens. Johnny walks in, covered in blood. "Johnny? Are you okay?" I ask. He says nothing. Then he collapses on the ground.