Outsiders Ponyboy Novels & Stories

Outsiders weren't allowed to stay here during the night. Noticing the concern and uneasiness in her eyes, Lewis swallowed back the words that he was about to say, "I, uh... I got lost when I was walking around the campus."

I was a little thrown, but responded, “Uh, nothing really. We share friends. I’ve known him a long time…” “And that’s all?” he asked, skeptically. “Yes, honestly” I said definitively. “I used to have a crush but that was forever ago and nothing ever happened.” “Hmph,” he sounded back. At last the group returned and started getting off the wagon. Sean helped me up like a gentleman and I noticed that the other people who were standing behind us earlier must have left. We were the only ones here. “Oh, that’s alright. You two can be my last two passengers for the day. These two are getting tired,” the pony guy told us both. He shut the little red gate and walked up to his post.

Goldie hit the ground, the oozing stump of his left leg cut off at the knee, once fluffy tail now docked. "You fucking animal!" He'd shifted back, blood loss weakening him without the influence of a full moon. He looked like the type of man that would try to sell you a used mattress over Craigslist. "What kind of sick bastard loads with pure silver?" The barrel pressed against Blondielock's forehead. In all my twenty-six years of living on this earth, I had never seen the infamous Midnight Cowboy. He was smaller than I expected.

“Shroud is a bully.” “I could hear you down in the Dungeon.” Dink helped Sonny Boy out of the closet and stood back while she brushed herself off. Sonny Boy was wearing a pink bikini. Dink suddenly felt eroticized by curiosity. “What did he do to you?” Dink asked. “It’s too humiliating to discuss.” “Did he use nipple clips on you?” Sonny Boy swished him away with his hand. “You’re such a hillbilly, Dink.” Sonny Boy looked over the damage.

In the summer he bailed hay for local farmers and walked up and down Route 79 outside town, collecting cans and bottles and scrap metal. Jesse always looked dirty and ragged; his clothes rumpled and stained, as if he slept in them and never changed or washed them. Her classmates swore he smelled like sour milk and cow shit. She had no idea if that was true, but she didn’t want to find out, so she glanced down Allen to make sure no one was coming and crossed the street, leaving the pizza joint and the awful Jesse Kretch behind, thinking again about Bob and how Adam Stillman would never talk to her again.

Joe was in prison. He hadn't heard from Dolly. Had Dolly turned her back on him. Everyone else had. His mother was angry with him. His father was disappointed in him. They had big dreams of Joe being a professional football P-shift. His parent’s thought Dolly was nothing more than trailer park trash. Joe should have left her alone years ago. This garbage had destroyed his life. He would now be called a drug user. People in the city were already talking about him being a drug dealer. It was the fault of this trashy girl.

“You may.” “My thanks,” he replied from beneath his hood. “Now there was once a young boy once upon a time in the ruined cesspool of a beautiful city. He enjoyed his life within his limited confines, unknowing of the beauty of the larger spaces that existed outside his comfort zone. Then at a young age the evils of without came to disrupt his peace of within, and he found himself losing much of what he loved. Fueled only by vengeance he trudged along a life he convinced himself to be a lonely one, stalking after adults so old he couldn’t dream to defeat them through any means.

Casey challenged, her 15-year-old sassy side coming out. "Joe is the only person I trust you with in that place! The other guys are grubby-looking meatheads." I defended myself. "Right, right. Thank God I have great eyesight, otherwise all that begging would have been for nothing." Casey huffed in mock annoyance. After talking so much, she sipped on her soda and I took that chance to stuff my mouth. I was starving. Sue me. After we gobbled down everything on our plates, we exited the place and got back onto the bike to continue the trip back home.

" The call ended quickly, yet I knew things wouldn't be that easy to resolve. After all, it was impossible for leeches to give up on a refillable blood bag. … As expected, my lawyer told me they refused to cooperate. They were still staying there when I returned home half a month later. Dad was the one who saw me first. He came over to greet me happily, wanting to give me a hug. "You're finally back, Heidi! I'm sure you haven't been eating well on the cruise. What do you want to eat? I'll cook them for you," he said. I stepped aside to avoid him. "There's no need to trouble you, Mr. Jordan Lewis."

Xavier himself was a hulking overweight teenager with swarthy skin and dark greasy hair, no girl's idea of an attractive date. But that was no reason for him to have just been humiliated in front of everyone. And especially by a bunch of mouth-breathing jock twats who could hardly tie their own shoelaces. He'd been at the carnival with two of his friends, munching on a hot dog, enjoying the atmosphere and checking out all the girls in their sexy clothes when he'd run into Bobby Hunter and his football-playing buddies. Bobby and his mates had obviously started drinking early because they immediately picked on Xavier in a way that he'd thankfully not experienced for years.