C Thomas Howell As Ponyboy Novels & Stories

“We think he was in some sort of accident on the road. He was all beat up when I found him.” Everly and I both fawn over him for a minute before we move onto the next stall, housing a scrawny bay pony. “This is Thor, and what he lacks in height he makes up for in attitude,” Kim goes on. “He was left in a pasture for months and months before animal control finally did something about it. The story I got was he was purchased for grandkids who lost interest and they “kind of forgot” they had him.” “I hate people,” I sigh. “How do you forget you have a pony?”

My hands were shaking,my chest was pounding and my stomach twisted and turned. I got out of the car and went to the small white tent at the entrance of the arena,in there I met a man named Thomas Barry. I didn't know what I was looking in particular,I didn't have a clue or any hint on who this boy with the blue letters was,but he had a voluminous hair that couldn't be tucked completely under his ski mask and hoodie and I hopped that was enough to find him. I described the boy to Thomas Barry,who said he knew him immediately. He led me out of the tent to the arean,where he introduced me to a black boy who was about 17 years old. His hair was afro and he was Thomas Barry firstborn son.

A few minutes later, he placed a glass of cola down in front of me. “So, what’s wrong with your penis?” I repeated my earlier question after taking a sip of the cola. Thomas picked up his phone and pressed a few buttons before he placed it down again. It was Steven who answered the question for him. “Thomas got his dick pierced,” he told me. “Shut up!”

She pointed out, walking over to his mirror as she spoke, pulling out the band that kept her ponytail in place. "Thomas wade in detention?" He scoffed. "What Mr. Popular's best friend too special for it?" "First of all, he is also popular as you know and they just are best friends, as you know. And sort of, yeah. I mean since his mom and sister died everyone's been stepping on egg shells around him." She gasped and turned to look at him at the mention of died "What, how?" "The pile up that happened two weeks after you left, I'm sure mom told you about it."

Todd came downstairs and immediately noticed the kiss marks on Thomas' body and the strong scent of perfume. His eyes narrowed as he asked, "Thomas, what happened?" "Todd, I'm so miserable!" Thomas lamented, "I was drugged, deceived, and even beaten..." Todd, although clever and mature for his age, had some knowledge blind spots. He furrowed his brow, "What?" "Thomas, shut it. Don't corrupt my son!" Haley walked over and threw the hot towel onto Thomas' face.

Theo was too young to keep a secret, and Carter didn't want him to accidentally blurt something out that might make Sharon change her plans. Before long, the apartment door opened, and two figures stepped out—one tall, one small. Sharon and Theo. Carter's tense expression eased. He was just about to approach when another figure emerged from the doorway. A tall, upright man. Carter froze in place. Neither Sharon nor Theo noticed Carter. Theo looked up at the man beside his mother and asked eagerly, "Thomas, do you really know how to shoot?" Thomas smiled. "Shooting and darts share the same principles. I've been practicing these past few days. It won't be a problem."

No shirts, no shoes, no socks. "What am I doing?" I ask. "You came here to train, right?" I look to the boy on the far left. I knew this one. Thomas. I had met him the night of Ike's birthday. He had tattoos crawling up his neck all the way to the top of his head and looked mean. But I knew from experience he got very lovey when he was too drunk and liked to sing loudly with Taylor Swift. I nod to them, then turn back to Matt. "I will find you later. I'm not done talking to you." I try to use the most Luna voice I can manage. I wanted to know more about what he was hiding. He sighs, and nods once.

DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV As soon as the door clicked shut, Thomas took a seat on the leather couch, balancing his laptop on the low table in front of him. I reached for my glass of whiskey and took a slow sip. "So," I said, voice low, "what do you have for me?" Thomas adjusted his glasses like he always did when he was about to drop something I wouldn’t like. "The Goons." I raised an eyebrow. The name rang a bell, but it was buried in a stack of things I hadn’t bothered to care about.

“Eat that and then you can take the stronger meds.” She’s just pouring me a cup of coffee when Thomas appears, in a t-shirt and boxer shorts. His blonde hair is a mess, his big pawlike hands snatching the coffee cup from the counter before I have a second to claim it. He takes a loud, slurping sip, then hums his approval, giving Willow’s head a pat as he passes. “You always make the best coffee Wills. How’s the arm and shoulder now that the morphine’s worn off, old man?”