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Ponyboy Curtis woke up one sunny and warm morning, his curtains were drawn open and the door was ever so slightly cracked open, definitely a result of his brother, Sodapop.
he gets up and walks out of the room, his bare feet padding on the warmish floor until he reaches the closed bathroom door. he doesnt hear the shower or tap running, but he knocks twice on the door just incase.
hearing no shout of “im in here!” or “occupied!!”, he opens the door and slips out of his clothes. he turns the ‘hot’ tap to the left, but when he steps in, he instinctively jolts back once freezing water hits his back. he groans and gets in anyway, one of the gang mustve used all of the hot water up, maybe steve, darry, or sodapop with how dirty they usually are from a day of work.
he gets out after a few minutes, putting a towel around his waist and walking back to his room. he could hear one of, or some of the gang on the couch, presumably two-bit, dallas or johnny. he opens the door to find a note on the top of his pillow, and a…. well he doesnt really know what it is, it doesnt really look like anything he’d ever seen before. he picks up the note, it was written in neat cursive.
“dear Ponyboy Michael Curtis, (i dont know wtf to write here so pretend its just explaining the basic mechanics of a phone and saying that he can do whatever he wants with it, but to be extremely careful with it, as it is as fragile as a newborn baby.)”
woah.. ponyboy thought. he placed the note in his desks drawer, and sitting down on the bed. he held the device, which the letter had labeled as a ‘eyephone’ in his left hand and gently pressed the long button on the right side of the device. his eyes widened.
oh my god! a- a mini.. tv? and its coloured!! he thinks, following the directions that the phone told him to do, although he didnt know what an “email” was, but after abit, he was able to set one up. he set a password and it lets him into the cellular device. he saw there were some little buttons on the screen and he pressed a black one with what he could reconize as a music symbol. it was labelled as ‘TikTok’ and once he had pressed the button on screen, it had changed. ponyboy gasped and looked at the phone in awe. there was a broad dancing, a few icons on the right of the tape.
one thing he immediately noticed was her clothes, it looked nothing like the clothes usual broads wore, it was short and tight in all the places that would probably make darry of all people blush, but it just made ponyboy slightly uncomfortable.
he swiped down, as the app instructed him, and a new tape shown. it was of a cat, which made ponyboy smile, i mean, it was a cute and fluffy one! who wouldnt smile at that? well, maybe dallas, but he never smiles at anything besides johnny! he taps on the speech bubble, and it brings a big white box up. it was labelled as “comments” and there seemed to be a ton. he swiped the top of the box to the bottom of the screen and swiped again.
this time, it was a tape of cooking, pasta to be exact, and it made his stomach grumble. awh shit, he’d totally forgotten about his hunger. he carefully put the phone back on his bed and got dressed.
end of chapter!!!!!! :3