Status: Edited

// Ponyboy's Point Of View //

It's been a little over a week since Johnny stayed at my house, I haven't really talked to him since then. It saddens me that we don't talk as much as I want us to, I like talking to him a lot. Recently, I realized why I liked hanging around him so much, why I have these thoughts about me dating him. I realized that I liked him, as in I want to date him and hold hands, those kind of things. Soda doesn't know about it at all, he still thinks I like a girl but I don't, I like Johnny. . .

What was there not to like about him though, he was amazing. I loved his small frame, he was feminine in a good way, he was cuddly. His eyes are absolutely breathtaking, they looked like big dark brown orbs, he is a master at puppy eyes I can tell. His quiet personality, he kept to himself unless he trusted you well enough, he doesn't trust a lot of people as I can see. His laugh is intoxicating and I want to listen to it all of the time, I want to listen to him sing all of the time.

He has a great singing voice, more then he gives himself credit for and I wish he knew he was good. I remember when I first heard him singing at the park, I didn't want him to stop singing at all. He's also a great artist, I saw the sketch he was working on while we were talking at the park, he was drawing the tree I was behind. It was amazing, not a detail was missed. I wish I was good at drawing, the only thing I'm good at is the drums.

He has so much talent but doesn't realize it. . .

• • • •

I walk the halls of the school slowly​, it was really quiet. I was nervous at the moment, I had a concert to preform in about fifteen minutes and I have to stay to watch the rest of the acts. My hands were shaky and sweaty, I didn't know how I was going to hold my drum sticks well, I'm going to drop them. Finally reaching the band room, I walk in and see everyone standing there, putting their instruments together or practicing. They pay no mind to me as I grab my drum sticks and sheet music.

I go stand in the back and wait for everything to be set so we could practice before we went out in front of those people. I was nervous but everyone else looked fine, how could they look fine at a time like this? Everyone gets set up and the teacher tells us what song and we begin to practice as a group. We sounded really good even though I messed up on a few measures, my hands were slipping. No one seemed to notice I messed up, even the teacher didn't point it out.

"Are you guys ready to go preform out there? Your all going to do great so don't be nervous," the teacher said loudly over the talking students so that we could hear him.

"Sure, whatever you say," I mumbled under my breath bitterly. "At least your not the one playing in front of all of those people. All you have to do is stand there and wave your hands at us."

"Excuse me Mr. Curtis what was that," the teacher asks.

"Oh, I said that I'm very excited and that I'm ready to preform," I said faking a smile.

"That's what I thought you said. I'm glad your ready because we're leaving right now to go preform in the gymnasium," he says turning in his heels and walking away, waving at us to follow him.

We followed him through the hall and into the gym, getting into our places so we could play. I stood by the bell kit in the back and put my sheet music on the stand, making sure it was the right song. The teacher stood up in the front on a step stool and waved his hands in the air. His foot tapped with the tempo as he mouthed when we started. The trumpet section started playing, the other sections adding onto it.

I read my sheet music, counting the rests and started playing. I could barely hear myself play the notes because of my nervousness but I knew that other people could. Sighing, I continue to play the music without a mess up and listen to the other sections play, knowing that I need to play between certain measures they have. After a minute or two of that song, it ends and we put our instruments down, me just putting my mallets by my side. Within thirty seconds, we had to start and play another song.

This one was much quicker than the last one, my hands had a hard time keeping up with the beat. I tapped my foot to the tempo and continued to read through the notes and measures, making sure to hit the right note. It was complicated, there were so many things I had to do at once, it boggles my mind still. Finally, the song ended and I put the mallets down, rubbing my wrists at the slight pain. The crowd cheered as we walked over to the bleachers, sitting in our spots.

// Authors Note //

I'm so sorry this is short but I'll make up for it later somehow. I hope you enjoyed this chapter though anyway. I'll see you all soon.

Till then,

~ Stay Gold