*Ponyboy Online*

Ponyboy looked over the cover of the book. he put it back on the meza, jedwali and asked me, "is that supposed to be ME?" he was reffering to the face on the the cover, the one on juu of all the others; the largest.

"i guess so. i dont really know. i never thought about it, Ponyboy," i said. he looked at me and smiled. i dont know why. he didnt really have any reason to smile. and ya know what? he had a real nice smile. it just made me wanna jump up and down and giggle and grin. he had the same girl-stopping smile that i imagined his older brother Sodapop to have. it was cute and sweet and adorable.

"so," he started. "do wewe have ANY idea how we coulda gotten here, in..."

"you and your Marafiki are in the mwaka 2012," i said. "and i really dont know how. i'll have to think about it." Ponyboy's eyes nearly looked like they were gonna fall outta his head.

"2012?!" he exclaimed. people stared at us. i looked at him and put my finger in front of my closed mouth. he grinned sheepishly.

"golly, and i thought wewe were supposed to be a QUIET sorta guy, Pony," i said, and then i smiled. then he said, "thats 44 years after the time we came from!" i looked at him, alittle confused.

"i thought it was 46. didnt wewe come from 1966?" i asked. he shook his head.

"no. we came from 1968, two years after i wrote that paper. maybe thats why wewe think its '66. the...'book' took place in '66 but we came from '68. make any sense?" i nodded. i guess it did.

"so youre 16?" i asked him. but he shook his head again.

"im 15 going on 16. i'll be 16 inayofuata month." i knew that. i knew when his birthday was. it was July 22. "how old are you?"

"i'm 14 going on 15. my birthdays in August. and isnt your birthday July 22, Pony?" he looked at me...a little creeped out but also pleased.

"yeah," he said. "howd wewe know that?" i sighed and stood up. i walked over to him and took his hand.

"come on, Pony. youre going to my house. theres loads i need to onyesha wewe online." i hurried him and we walked the long walk to my house.

"what about Dally and Johnny?" he asked.

"we'll get them later," i said. and then i was off in an almost-run.



i walked into my house, thank God no one was home, and plopped down on my computer in the living room. Ponyboy stood inayofuata me and watched as i quickly typed things in on Internet Explorer. i went to one website that was all about him. "see?" i said. he stared at it, almost wide-eyed.

"whos that?" he asked, pointing at the picture of a boy in the middle of the screen.

"thats C. Thomas, i call him Tommy, Howell. they boy sitting inayofuata to him is Ralph Macchio. Tommy portrayed wewe in the Outsiders movie and Ralph portrayed Johnny. since people have no pictures of wewe and your Marafiki cause wewe werent real people, au so we thought, they use the actors pictures for things instead," i said. Ponyboy stared at Tommy Howell curiously.

"well, Tommy looks an awful lot like me," he said. i looked up at Ponyboy and stared at him. he looked down at me.

"hm," i said, looking him over. "he kinda does, i guess. thats good. that means they got a good actor."

"i guess," he said. "now, is this all info about ME?" i nodded.

"yup. your birthday, your interests, your hobbies, wewe appearence, etc. and"--i moved the panya, kipanya so on the screen is was kwa the left hand column--"if wewe click on your friend's names they onyesha up with the same things." he looked at it and said, "hey, theres Cherry's name." i looked down. ew. Cherry. gross. Cherry. that faker, Cherry. i didnt hate her but i didnt like her. i didnt like any girls that were possible upendo interets for Ponyboy. they didnt exsist in my world.

"whats wrong?" he asked me. i looked up and put on a fake smile.

"oh, nothing, Pony. dont worry about it. now"--i exited outta that site and went to one called Fanpop. i typed in "the outsiders" into the tafuta bar in the juu right hand corner and waited for the club to pop up--"here is another site. this is all about the book and movie." i got up off my computer chair and motioned for him to sit down. he quickly did and used the panya, kipanya to scroll down. there was pictures and makala and viungo and video and chemsha bongo and a ukuta that mashabiki could write on. Ponyboy stared in amazment. then he scrolled back to the very juu of the screen and looked in the juu left hand corner. i think i knew what he was looking at and i immediatley thought, uh-oh.

"whos PonygirlCurtis7?" he asked me. then he looked up and raised his eyebrows. i blushed.

"oh," i alisema nervously. "thats just a silly username/screename. everyone on this site has to have one if wewe want to be a part of clubs."

"is this YOUR username?" a small smile played across his lips. i blushed even more.

"yes," i alisema quietly. he moved the panya, kipanya so he could click on the word inayofuata to my jina la mtumiaji that alisema "profile." i wish he wouldnt have done that. my profaili page popped up and he saw my sasisho and pictures and klabu and my wall.

"you are from Tulsa and your name is...Ponygirl Curtis?" he asked. my face was going to burst into flames. literally. i was really embarrassed. he scrolled down some more. then clicked on "more wall" so he could view my entire ukuta and looked at the very very bottom; the very first thing i put on my wall. it said, "i upendo Ponyboy...i just had to say that..." i quickly aliiba the panya, kipanya and scrolled back up.

"alright, Ponyboy, youve had your fun. thats enough," i alisema nervously. but he put his hand on mine to stop me fron exiting out. it felt really nice. i was about to swali him when i noticed what he was looking at.

"'Stay Gold. Its a good way to be...'" he quoted. he was looking at my motto.

"oh," i started. "thats my motto. wewe know what i mean kwa that, right?" but gppony, pony shook his head. then i thought, wait a minute...

"oh, thats right!" i said. "Johnny never died so he never told wewe to stay gold." Ponyboy looked at me questioningly. i smiled. then i said, "youre gonna have to read the book, Ponyboy. it'll make zaidi sense once wewe do."