Ain't nothing, never was.

Living with A Ghost

It was about a week later an I found myself sitting in my bedroom reading one of my book when I heard the shower run. Now normally this wouldn't have alerted me to anything because the boys come over every so often and hey, I live with two other people don't I? But the thing was, Dally was sleeping off a hangover, as was Two-Bit, an' Johnny was off god knows where while Steve and Soda were at work as well as Darry, so you see why'd I'd be a bit startled thinking I'm home alone hearing somebody turn on the shower. At first I ignored it, thinking it was Tim Shepard, maybe, or even Dally coming to wash off after a tough night out drinking, but that was until I heard the humming. It wasn't all too loud but if you was listening in you could hear it well and clear. It sounded rather like someone had taken the human version of cigarette smoke and put it in my shower and set it to sing 'Johnny B Goode'. I sat bolt upright in bed and listened to the music then slid out of it and looked around a little wary the the boys could be pulling my leg or something of the sorts but there so no sign of 'em so I went up and opened the door, not using my head like Darry said I never did. As I stepped into the steamy room from the cold hallway I frowned, my vision blurred for a second as I listened to the now signing person in our shower. I cleared my throat then gathered all of my courage and yanked the curtain back, staring blankly at the man who stood in the shower. Now let me tell you I could not mistake this person for anyone else it defiantly was a man and he also was defiantly Q, Dallys buddy. I felt like someone had by shoes to the ground as I stared in awe at the slender man staring at me from in the shower. "Ah! Pony! How nice to see you again. Now please if you don't mind, go the hell away." he said, his voice cold. He pulled back the shower curtain then resumed singing and washing his hair, I figured there wasn't really anything too it so I decided to leave in an orderly fashion and go back to reading. Around fifteen or maybe twenty minutes later, the man himself made an appearance in my doorway. "Tell anyone who ain't Dally, Johnny, Shepard, or Curly and you will find yourself dead in a ditch somewhere, understand, Pony?" he growled at him then looked my up and and and tossed me his towel then walked out of our house and got onto a motorcycle that he probably stole an drove off down the road. God he was so cool, he must have the rep of a Trojan warrior. I sure hope Darry doesn't find out about him, or he'll have me skinned.