Hey guys, I'm NyanWolf and this is my first Outsider's fanfiction. This is Cherry's pov and probably a one shot. I may continue if you guys want me to though. Criticism and you know, praise are appreciated and wanted.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Outsiders or anything else you may recognize!
Cherry's pov
I was at the mall when it happened. I had been hanging with Marcia, piling skirts and jackets and dresses into carts as if we could buy the whole store. My phone rang.
"Hello?" I answered, secretly happy to take a break from shopping. Superficial, all of it, all of us. Superficial.
"Hey, um, Cherry?" It was Randy.
"Hey Randy, Marcia is here if you wanted to-" I started.
"No, I need to talk to you. It's about Bob," Randy's voice cracked. I swore I heard sniffling on the other line, but I couldn't be sure.
"Sure, what'd he do this time?" I teased.
"You might want to sit down," He whispered. I wasn't imagining it, Randy was actually crying. I put my hand over the phone and looked to Marcia.
"Hang on, I'll be right back," I told her. She gave me a curious look, but didn't stop me as I rushed past shoppers and mall rats to get to the benches outside the stores.
"Ok, what is it?" I asked breathlessly. There was a pause, nothing but heavy breathing on the line. A thought dawned on me. "He isn't hurt is he?"
"Cherry, Bob is um...Bob...Bob was killed last night," He finished. I stared at the phone. Tears were welling behind my eyes when I started chuckling. The chuckle turned into giggling which turned into full blown, crazed laughter.
"Wow Randy, you almost had me there. Come on, put Bob on the phone. I'll bet he's just waiting to make fun of me and stuff," I gasped through my laughter. There was silence.
"It's not a joke Cherry. Bob was stabbed last night. Over near the fountain on the East Side," Randy sniffled. I kept laughing. Laughing and crying at the same time. It was a gag, had to be. So I would just keep on cackling because if I stopped, Randy's words might become real.
"Damn it Cherry! I'm telling you the cold hard truth! BOB IS DEAD! GONE! Guy completely bled out, just a sack of skin at this point, and you're here busting up like we're at a comedy joint! He was my best friend, and your boyfriend! But now he can't be anyone's best friend or anyone's boyfriend because BOB IS DEAD!" Randy choked on a sob. My laughter trickled away into nothing.
"Bob..." I muttered.
"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean it to come out that way. Just you were laughing and I-and I..." Randy trailed off.
"Who..." I rasped.
"Those greasy boys you and Marcia were walking with. We tried to get back at them, but that little one had a blade. You know, darker kid, black hair, black eyes," Randy explained, his voice shaky and stuttering.
"Johnny..." I whispered. So the kid had snapped. I shuddered, wiping my eyes and groaning when I saw my mascara coming off in my hands.
"Yeah, guess so. I'm sorry I had to tell you this, I just thought you should know, yah dig?" Randy stumbled over his words like speaking had become too much of a weight for him to bare.
"Is...is Bob okay? Is he mad that you guys lost?" I slurred. A white haze was piling onto my vision, sweeping my mind into it's softness. I felt myself starting to stand.
"Um...he's the one that died remember?"
"Hmm, oh yeah. I forgot," I giggled deliriously. That was going to take some getting used to. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that Marcia was coming out the store with some bags.
"Are you okay Cherry? I know how close you guys were."
"Uh-huh, tell him I loved him," I mumbled before the ground tilted upwards and darkness crept into my eyes. The last thing I heard was Marcia's voice screaming my name.
That's right, Ponyboy isn't the only one who can get sick! Even though she mostly fainted from shock and stuff rather than actual sickness. Again, please review and tell me if I should continue. I'm thinking of doing something similar for Dally, and his thoughts on Johnny's death. Anyway...
Wolf out...