When the Greasers were walking back to the Curtis household, Ponyboys head was still all over the place. The Socs had really done a lot on him, it spooked him so much, he almost missed the lump of what looked like a person in the middle of the football field. Johnny seemed to take notice to the confused look on Pony's face.
"You alright Pony?" Johnny asked him his low voice.
"Does that look like a person to you?" Pony asked, pointing to the thing in the field.
"Hey it kinda does? Should we go check it out?"
The other Greasers has turned to look at what Ponyboy and Johnny were looking at.
"Lets go."
The Greasers were walking closer to the field. Meanwhile, the thing laying there seemed still.
Johnny was first to approach the thing.
"Hey.. it's a girl!" Johnny said lowly, but almost confused tone infused within.
The boys stepped closer, hesitating to touch her. When Johnny looked closer to her face, she looked beat up.
"Hey! Wake up!" Johnny shook the girl a bit.
She stirred a bit, then lightly fluttered her eyes.
"She's waking up I think!" Ponyboy said excitedly.
When they got a closer look to the girl, she had a bruised eye and cheek. Her lip had been split on the side, and her hair was all over the place.
"You okay?" Johnny said, trying to sit the girl up.
The girl looked at Johnny, and her eyes widened.
"Who-who are ya?" The girl asked.
"Names Johnny and that's Ponyboy, and yours?" Johnny asked, pointing to another boy.
The girl needed to think for a second, "Michele."
"Nice.. can you tell us what your doing here?" Johnny asked.
Before speaking, Michele looked around her surroundings. She was surrounded by a group of boys with greased up hair, and who were undeniably attractive.
"She's pretty." One of the boys pointed out, and snickered.
"Shut up Dally, not the time." Johnny spoke quickly but quietly.
The boy Michele assumed was Dally just groaned, taking a drag from the cigar he had been smoking.
When Johnny got a good look at Michele, he could tell she was quite pretty. She had dark hair that was semi-long. Her eyes were almost as dark as her hair, and her eyelashes were long and dark. She had beautiful facial features, the prettiest Johnny had ever seen on someone.
"Do you know how you got here?" Ponyboy asked, coming to kneel in front of Michele as well.
"No-" Michele tried to recount the events of last night, and when they overwhelmed her, frustrated tears welled in her eyes.
"Hey-hey it's okay. Don't cry, please?" Johnny soothed her in a low voice.
The Greasers hadn't even known why they came to this girl, if it were anyone else they probably would've walked on by. But for some reason, Johnny had a feeling deep in his gut he should go to her.
"I—I uhm.. Was home an-and I-" Michele took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
"It's okay, you don't need to explain now," Ponyboy said softly.
"Let's take her back to our house." A man with a deep voice said.
"Alright, Can you walk?" Johnny asked.
"I think so." Michele stood up, wobbling a bit but then regaining her balance quickly. Johnny put his arm under her arms then lead her.
Then, the group of boys and the girl they found in the middle of the field walked to one of the boy's houses.
End of Greasers P.O.V
When the group finally reached the house, I learned that it was the Curtis household, The Curtis's being Ponyboy, Sodapop, and Darry.
They had me sit down on a couch, and one of them brought me a glass of water, then the rest sat around on the other couches and on the floor. Johnny had sat closest to me.
"So can you tell us what happened now? Why the heck did you end up in a field?"
When I started to remember what had happened that night, a cold shiver visibly circulated through my body.
"Hey it's okay, take your time." Johnny put a comforting hand on my shoulder. I looked at him and gave him a slight grin, and he returned it.
"So I had gotten home from a party a bit late, and I didn't think anyone would be awake. But when I walked inside, my dad had been sitting on his chair with a beer bottle next to him." I took a deep breath and continued the story.
FLASHBACK
"What the hell are you doing out so late?" Michele's dad drunkenly slurred.
"'m sorry, I was at a party I told you about."
"You think you can be a little slut and stay out at parties with boys there? You wanna get knocked up and end up on the streets?" Her dad slammed his fist down.
"I'm sorry! I didn't know it was gonna go so late. " She stepped back towards the door, and her dad stepped closer.
"I'm sick and tired of your shit attitude! Get the hell outta my house, and don't come back!" He yelled at her.
Those were the last words her father had said to her, and she ran away.
End Of Flashback
I saw that Johnny had visibly tensed, and everyone else had become a lot more aware of what was going on.
"I'm really sorry bout that, but how did you end up bloodied up in that field?" The boy I learned was named Two-Bit asked.
"Well when I left, Some girls who had been at that party thought I was tryna get with their boyfriends. They all saw me walk in alone and decided to jump me." I scoffed.
"Were they our kind?" Another boy named Dallas Winston asked.
"Don't think so, this was a Soc party but I knew some people so I was invited."
It got silent after that, Nobody really knew what to say. They brought some random girl home and then learned she had just had the worst night of her life.
"I'm gonna go get a pack of cigs, anyone wants one?" Johnny asked, standing up and wiping his palms on his jeans.
Everyone murmured a reply, and then Johnny was off. Others started standing as well, the only ones left being Me and Ponyboy.
"Y'know, I think that's the most I've heard him talk since I met him." Ponyboy chuckled, making me smile.
"He seems cool, you all do." I smiled at Ponyboy.
When Johnny came back, the light conversation had started again, then leading up to the plans for tonight.
"Anyone wanna go see a movie at the drive-in tomorrow night ?" Dally asked.
Scattered replies were heard across the room.
"Me and Johnny'll come, you wanna come with Michele?" Ponyboy asked, looking between Johnny and me.
"Yea, Sure." I looked at Pony.
The Greasers and I talked a little longer, I told them I was 16, my mother had died when I was 13, my dad was an old drunk, and I liked to read. That excited Ponyboy, he would finally have someone to talk to about the books he read.
Mostly everyone was gone now, "I'm gonna head out." I said, standing up. Johnny stood up beside her, nodding as he was going to do the same
"Y'all wanna stay tonight?" Sodapop asked tiredly.
"Nah I'm good, thanks for the help guys I really appreciate it." I stepped out the front door, waving to the remaining boys in the living room. Johnny followed me out, and we just walked.
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We walked in silence for a bit, "Don't you gotta get home Johnny?" I asked, breaking the silence.
He shrugged his shoulders, he does that quite a lot, "My folks don't really care if I come home or not. Wanna smoke?"
I took a cigarette from the pack Johnny had, "You got it tough at home?" I asked with the cigarette between my lips.
He nodded, "They uh- well aren't really good to me y'know. Kinda like your dad, always yelling at me and shit." Johnny said quietly and slowly.
"Sorry bout that, a kid like you doesn't deserve that." I looked at him and his floppy black hair and smiled.
"What do ya mean a 'kid like me?"
"Well your really nice, one of the nicest people I've ever met, honestly nobody deserves a shit home life, but you especially don't, I can tell." I nudged him and smiled.
Johnnys' face turned a bright red.
"T-Thanks." He ruffled his hair. "You don't deserve it either."
"Thanks, Johnnycake."
Johnny chuckled, "No problem, Shelly."
"Hey! Where the hell did 'Shelly' come from?"