"Darry…" Soda's eyes were wide and shocked, the tanned eyelids coming to rest over chocolate eyes. He held tightly to Darry's bicep with one hand. Darry followed his eyes to the bus stop directly across the street.
The boy had auburn hair that sat across his eyes in a cute sort of way. His face was a pale colour, and Darry noticed his eyes were closed. He was wearing a red sweater, blue jeans, and white converse, and a light blue Fjällraven Kanken backpack sat in his lap, his nimble arms wrapped around it. His head bobbed lightly, as he had earbuds in.
"Yeah, what about him?" Darry asked. Soda had not taken his eyes off the boy.
"...Doesn't he look like Pony?" Soda's voice was quiet and just above a whisper.
Darry turned back around. He looked the boy over. Maybe Soda was right… Soda started to walk across the street, but Darry grabbed him by the collar of his greasy DX shirt.
"Not so fast, Pepsi-Cola. Let's go talk to mom and dad first, we might scare him." Darry really wanted to believe it, he really did, but at the same time, he didn't want to get his hopes up. He also didn't want to tell Soda that it probably wasn't him. Soda looked back at him, just as the boy stood up from under the bus shelter. The bus rumbled down the street towards them.
Suddenly, the boy met eyes with him. Grey green eyes watched him curiously. He watched the boy look over Sodapop and then back to him, before he turned away. He blew a bubble with some gum he had in his mouth. He looked bored out of his mind.
The bus pulled up and he was gone.
Soda watched the bus go all the way down the street. Darry could tell that there wasn't a doubt in his mind that that was Pony.
"How are we going to find him again?" Soda questioned miserably.
"Don't worry about it. Tulsa isn't huge. Besides, he probably lives in the area, and if he was planning to take a bus, it's probably a routine. What time is it?"
Soda glanced at the watch he was wearing. 2:34. That meant the bus was probably set to arrive at 2:30 on Fridays.
Soda sighed. Okay. It would be okay. His mood improved quickly. "Come on, Dar! We gotta go tell mom and dad!" And Soda was off down the street.