In the Middle of Central Park (Roger/Cherry)

[ROGER DAVIS]

He hadn't had the sort of urge that he figured other people had. At least, not all the time. As he looked over at the small child playing with her father in the middle of the grass of Central Park, for a brief second, he had that urge. He had that want. The man looked happy, so happy with the fact that his daughter was screaming her head off, and the fact hit him that it was never going to be him. Even if he had wanted to, he and Mimi had death sentences; he wasn't even sure if they'd make it to next year. He couldn't imagine bringing a child into the world only to hurt them by leaving.

The little girl came up to where he was sitting on the grass, eyes watching him as he plucked out notes on the guitar. She smiled, laughed and clapped with glee, until her father came up, grabbing her arm as the smile was gone from his face. He muttered something to the girl, loud enough that Roger could hear, about keeping away from the poor, and he wanted to yell out to the man, to put the yuppie bastard in his place, but he didn't want to upset the little girl. So he stayed quiet, biting his tongue hard to stop himself from speaking. That was one thing about Central Park, at times. You had the yuppies always thinking that they were better than everyone, you had the inbetweens and then you had guys like him. The poor people who society looked over and tossed aside.

"Fuckin' bastard." Roger muttered to himself before starting up ont he guitar again, singing though the man's look and words still bothered him. Soon, however, he got lost in singing, not realising who might have been watching him.

[CHERRY VALANCE]

It had been awhile since Cherry had been alone, maybe by herself is a better statement. She was always with someone, be that person Marcia or Ponyboy. Although, the red head was trying to get her and Pony out of town more often for the battle between their classes was far too much. They were like a Romeo and Juliet, except much more dangerous. The young woman was walking through Central Park and she stared at all the happenings going on around her. 

A couple lay under a tree, holding hands and looking at the sky. Two children racing each other to a tree and back to their laughing parents. A man playing with his little girl. Central Park was such a peaceful place, such a wonderful place to be. All prejudices were gone, especially the ones that happened in Windrixville. 

Cherry smiled to herself and clasped her hands together. A man was sitting playing the guitar and the little girl she had seen previously had gone up to him. It was nice to see people so kind to each other, even the little ones. She ventured closer and heard the father's words, frowning to herself. Perhaps not all prejudices were forgotten in the park. 

The man with the guitar began to sing and Cherry smiled at his voice. It was brilliant. Giving a glance to the father, who was now watching her go near the other man, Cherry approached the guitarist. "You have an amazing voice." she complimented with a smile, her red hair and blue dress blowing around ever so slightly in the nice breeze. Thankfully it was one of those days where the day wasn't dreadfully humid and one could enjoy the day around them.