C Thomas Howell As Ponyboy Novels & Stories

Kylie looked around and smiled when she saw Thomas slumped against the lamp post, he looked exhausted, broken and lost in his own thoughts. “Thomas Henson, how about I take you to see your son, my nepehew?”

I responded making him quiet then took another pack to smoke. "Well I don't." "Same as I." I responded with a smile. We were silent for a while before Thomas started the conversation again. "So why aren't you with the King boy?" "He ain't in school. Saw he got beaten up pretty badly. Whoever did it has my approval of a wonderful artist." I responded then huffed my smoke. Thomas started to smile then faced forward when I looked at him before he huffed his smoke. I searched his thoughts for more information and saw that he loves money and women and was addicted to watching porn and taking drugs.

“Normal people don’t look like we crawled out of hell.” “Then make them think we’re the kind of devils they don’t want to fuck with.” That shut him up. We cut through the corner store first, just long enough to grab bottled water and gauze. The cashier, a bored teenager with greasy hair, didn’t ask questions. He just stared at the cash I threw down like it was stained. Maybe it was. Out in the alley again, Thomas hissed as I tore his shirt open and wrapped his ribs. The blood wouldn’t stop seeping, but at least it wasn’t spraying. He winced, trying to joke through the pain.

The only lady he wanted over his knee was a certain dark-skinned goddess. "Leave" He growled at the girl who scrambled away. "I'm guessing you're not in the mood, Mr Leroy" Conan turned to the intruder, it was Thomas a small fish who believed he could survive in a sea of sharks. Thomas and Conan had gone to high school together and sometime last year, he'd met him again at Blue Diamond, Thomas was too proud for his own good and was a chronic talkative. He invited himself to the seat opposite Conan and stretched his hand out for a handshake which Conan accepted.

he said as he actually walked over to my principal and shook his hands. “Not a problem, Thomas.” Mr. Jones looked at me and Annabeth both. “This is Thomas; he is a therapist for those with family troubles. I looked him up today, and he came up highly recommended. I figured you three could get to know each other very well,” he said satisfied. Stunned, I looked at Thomas, then I looked over at my sister. It seemed almost as if she did too! “This is Tammy, our most troubled student by far and her sister Annabeth,” Mr. Jones said to Thomas.

"Why is that?" She looked at the door, then back at Harry. "After his best friend was killed by a group of bullies in his first year of Junior High, Thomas totally lost his temper with literally everyone. People called him a geek at school, but he didn't give a damn. When he walked through the cover doors, everyone went mute.

“Don’t go. Now that I dropped his name; I feel uncomfortable. She nervously looked around. The Bar and Grill was clearing out for the night as curfew was close. “What do you want Sally? I am no hero.” “Will you walk me back to the motel?” “No, I am just going to sleep in the alley. Hopefully I will still find found out back.” Johnny removed his hand and left. Thomas stood on Lover’s Hill. He studies the town down below drinking from the glass his blood. He marvels at some of the humans. There are those still ignorant about the true essence of the town. Then there are the greedy ones always demanding from him. Throughout the years he had accepted their lies as their version of the truth.

Then Thomas raised the weapon. And stopped it. Completely. The darkness froze. Midair. Unable to move. Unable to advance. Then the horror screamed. Furious. Desperate. Dying. Then Thomas pushed forward. Another step. Then another. Every movement forcing the darkness backward. Every movement bringing the end closer. Then suddenly— a memory surfaced. Clear. Bright. Unbroken. Peanut. Not recent Peanut. A younger Peanut. Covered in mud. Holding a stolen spoon. Insisting she had found treasure.

Chapter 69 The days went by, and the meetings became more frequent. So did the kisses. Less and less shy, more and more full of feeling. Until one afternoon, Zacky saw his son in the stable. Thomas was tending to the horse he’d received when he was ten years old. He brushed its coat carefully, speaking softly to the animal, the way he always did when he needed to organize his thoughts. Zacky stood there for a few seconds watching him, arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe.

"What is your expected salary?" At Thomas' first job after graduation, he had ended up in a detention center because he was trying to save his workers. Then, after going through a criminal trial, he'd been abandoned by his peers because of his sexual orientation and lived the next two years of his life in loneliness. Knowing that he'd been through so much, Liesel wasn't going to dig deeper. She looked at the purple-haired Thomas with a gentle and soothing gaze. Thomas' heart jumped. He was both nervous and excited. Liesel was just so nice! He wanted to spend every day with her!