viii. september thirtieth

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CHAPTER VIIISEPTEMBER THIRTIETH !

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CHAPTER VIII
SEPTEMBER THIRTIETH !

They were taking a walk. Imogen's mother told them they shouldn't be inside on a day like this and rushed them outside. It was nice out, but cold enough where the pair walked closer together to keep warm. Johnny was signing different words and Imogen taught him new ones.

She stopped when she saw a few boys playing football in an old field. Johnny stood beside her and nudged her arm. Imogen looked at him and he ushered for her to continue walking.

"Friends?" She signs, hoping he remembered that one.

Johnny nods instead of signing and pulls her along.

It was too late, however; because the boys had already seen him and were running towards him. Imogen smiles excitedly and stops Johnny pointing to his friends.

"Hey Johnnycakes!" One of the boys says.

"Hi," Johnny says.

Imogen watches them talk back and forth, waiting for Johnny to say something to her. He points towards her and she takes a step forward to see what he was saying.

"This is Imogen," Johnny tells his friends.

They all wave and Imogen waves back.

"Uh Imogen," Johnny begins but then decides to reach for the notebook instead. He writes down names and passes it to Imogen.

Ponyboy. He points towards a younger boy with long greasy brown hair.

Dallas. This time he points to an older looking boy with hair so blonde it looked almost white. He was smoking a cigarette and looked uninterested.

Two-Bit. He points to a boy with rusty colored side burns.

Steve. He points to the boy beside Two-Bit. He was tall and his black hair was slicked back.

Sodapop. Johnny points to a handsome young man smiling beside Ponyboy. Imogen felt her face heat up when he catches her eyes.

And Darry. The last guy was standing back from the other guys. He looked much older than the other guys, he looked tired as well.

They all begin talking and Imogen stares at them confused. Johnny then takes her by the arm and drags her away.

"Hey!" She protests, trying to get his attention, but Johnny doesn't stop.

They sit on the porch swing. Johnny was listening to the radio and Imogen was sketching in her old journal.

She could feel Johnny humming and smiles.

Your friends seemed nice. She writes.

Johnny looks over it and shrugs.

Would've been nicer if you didn't drag me away.

They don't know sign language

Neither did you. You could've translated what they saying.

I don't know why you want to meet them so badly

Imogen doesn't write anything else.

blame short & crappy updates on school,, just one more month hallelujah

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