Imaginary Friends

Friends Again?

The girls finally left. It was the first time they really got to get to know the boys. They really hit it off, too. We were all talking. I would be lost in though most of the time and occasionally join in on the conversations. Ponyboy would do the same.

Once they left I ran into my room. I really wanted to be alone, but at the same time I didn't. There was only one person who could make me feel better and I wanted him here. I wanted answers to those questions that Lindsey asked. I wanted everything to be okay between Pony and I.

I sighed as laid in my bed, my head in the pillow. I wanted to scream. I know out of everything that has happened over the last month this is the simplest of my problems. But they're still a problems. And I want them fixed. I want answers.

I want to know if the boys are capable of going back into the book. I want to know, but I really don't want to send them back. I'll miss them too much.

I heard a knock at my door. "Morgan, it's me, Ponyboy, can I come in?"

I was about to say no. That I didn't want to see him. A part of me didn't. But the other part of me was screaming yes. Screaming to let him in the door.

"Yeah, come on in," I said setting up in bed.

He came in and sat down on my bed beside me. He was silent for a moment, just staring down at his feet. "Morgan, I'm so sorry I yelled at you like I did. I shouldn't have. I was just angry, I guess. I don't know, I guess I just lost it when you said that to me. I didn't mean what I said. You've done lots of things for us, and I really appreciate that. I don't know where I would be without you. Probably still inside a book. I'm really glad all of this happened. If it hadn't, I would have never met you."

I smiled and blushed. "Thanks, Ponyboy. I'm glad I met you. You've really got my through a lot of rough times. I'm sorry I snapped at you. I was just nervous."

"Don't worry about. I understand."

We didn't say much after that. We were just looking into each other's eyes. I could see Ponyboy moving closer to me. I leaned in, closing the gap between us. It was a sweet and innocent kiss. But during the entire thing it felt like fireworks were going off inside me. I didn't want it to end.

When he pulled away I couldn't help but smile at him. He was smiling at me, too. My hands were wrapped around his neck. I laid my head on his shoulder. He held me in his arms, but not like the way he has before. Those were comforting times. The times when I need a shoulder to cry on. This was different. This time was loving.

I pulled away from him. I was still staring into his eyes. His beautiful greenish-grey eyes that I couldn't help but get lost in. I remember how in the book he said he didn't like the color of his eyes. How could he not? How could he not like his appearance? He wishes he could look like Paul Newman but he's even better than Paul Newman.

"You have beautiful eyes," I said, making his ears go red. I giggled at how cute he was.

"What's so funny?"

"You. Your ears got red. It's cute." That made his face go red.

"T-thanks." Ponyboy played with my hair. He twisted it around his finger over and over again. I think he was nervous and it was a way of calming him down. "Do you wanna go out and watch a movie or something? Just me and you?"

"Yeah, that would be nice. I'd love to." Pony smiled and grabbed my hand. We walked downstairs. Before we got to the bottom he let go. I was sad, but I understand why he did it. In a house full of boys you're bound to get made fun of. Just like how they made fun of him when Maddy said that he liked Cherry.

Cherry.

I looked over at her. She was sitting on the couch talking to Marcia. She really didn't seem to care much about what had happened. Maybe she was just hiding it? A greaser and a Soc? People would make fun of them. But they're not in that world anymore. I'm sure if there was a connection between them, the guys would understand. Besides, they're just friends.

But the real question was if Ponyboy still had feelings for her? I read the book so I know how he felt. But feelings can change. I decided to brush it off and enjoy my night.

All those questions that I wanted answers to didn't seem to matter anymore. I didn't need to worry my self to death about things that I will probably never know the answers to. Right now the only thing on my mind was Ponyboy. He had walked off and told Darry something.

"Ready? I told Darry that we were going out and that he should tell your parents so you don't have to worry."

I smiled. "Thanks, Pony."

We walked out the door and down the street hand in hand. I have never felt more happy in my entire life