Narrative Essay On Ponyboys

You think you know a guy, and then he pulls some shit and all of a sudden, it 's like he 's not the same person anymore. And damn, does it freak you out. It 's enough to keep you awake late at night, your covers pulled over you and darkening your vision, acting like a barrier to anything that could harm you. You don 't talk about it in the morning, though. And who would you talk to, anyway? What would you say? Besides, by then, none of it even happened. As far as anyone else knows, anyway.

See, it 's like with your dad, your real dad, even though you don 't remember him much, you felt like you knew him back when you were little. He wasn 't as bad at first - he 'd throw the ball with you and play catch, he let you try your first beer, and you …show more content…
You simply rest your hands on your lap. Ponyboy 's green eyes peer intently within the pages, reading softly to you, as if he 's reciting a poem. He sounds so quiet, his voice steady. You close your eyes again.

Your moments of peace are soon interrupted when he apparently has lifted his head and taken a peek at you. Your eyes remain closed, yet he 's still able to tell when you 're bluffing. He 's gentle, nonetheless; his hands meet yours, and you dully realize how cold your hands are. You grip his more tightly, hoping his warmth will transfer over to you.

You feel his gaze, so you allow your eyes to meet his. He smiles. You can 't help but return it. Even in your unconscious, you 've missed him.

"About time you woke up," he teases, in attempt to have light conversation, but then seemingly giving up on it almost instantly. "The house is awful empty without you there."

You don 't play along, instead asking a question you know the answer to. "Did Mom and Dad..."

He nods. You look down, not wanting to meet his eyes. You wonder if you should 've ever brought it up. His eyes wide and fingers gripping The Hobbit closer to his chest, you see you have unraveled old wounds, and you 're almost