Whisper in the Wind

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Ponyboy's POV (March 30th, 1965)

I barely remembered a thing after my head hit the pillow by morning. I slept, for the first time in forever, peacefully. I didn't wake up until almost ten o'clock. My brothers were at work by then, but a note was scribbled onto a piece of paper on the counter.

Ponyboy,

One of the gang may be by later on. If you want to go somewhere today, go to the DX and leave me a note. If not, don't go anywhere without one of the gang. The Socs got Steve real bad last night, busted his nose again, so I don't want you out on your own. I'll be back around six or seven. Soda'll be there by four.

- Darry

His handwriting was small and neat, print, while Soda's was large and full of swirls, misspellings, and random print letters mixed with his own form of unique Soda-Cursive. My handwriting was larger than Darry's and smaller than Sodapop's and a gangly print, but still readable.

I was hungry so I threw a couple of pieces of toast into the toaster, and turned on Mickey for when Two-Bit came. The them music hummed quietly in the background while the aroma of toast filled the house.

It was calm and quiet, of course, for the first time in forever, until in walked Two-Bit and Dallas.

"Hey, Po-ny-boy!" Two-Bit excitedly shouted, accentuating each syllable of his greeting. Dally simply just plopped down on the couch lazily. I mumbled a hey, concentrating on telepathically forcing the toast to pop out. After talking with Two-Bit and Dally for a minute or two, it did, the sound surprising me. My chest felt tight as I struggled to breath evenly, telling myself how stupid I was to let two slices of toast scare me.

After regaining my heartbeat back to a regular rhythm, I only ate half a slice of toast before throwing the rest out. I couldn't eat all two slices.

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After popping a Benadryl in my mouth, I snuggled under Soda's warm arm. I hoped that last night wasn't just a coincidence, and that I wouldn't dream tonight. Hopefully.

A/n: Ponyboy's handwriting in the movie was just waaaaay too girly and neat for my brain, so I decided to change it for this story and write my own description of Pony Print. :)

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