Sodapop looked at him through the dim light from the moon. The poor boy looked so depressed.
"Two-bit?" he called out to the older boy in a hushed tone. Everyone turned to find him.
Two-bit turned; his light brown hair covered his face as the soft breeze from the fan blew it. His normal lazy eyes were now vulture eyes starting into a wall of ice.
Darry was the first to approach the younger male.
He took Two-bit's hand into his.
"Two-Bit?" the question seemed to come out in a strangled tone, "Is everything alright?"
For the first time since the boy had arrived, he looked into Darry's dark iced over eyes. His dark irises and eyes of crystal continued to stare into emptiness. Darry finally removed his hand from the younger boy's and set it firmly on his shoulder.
Sighing, Darry once again tried to reach out to the younger boy.
"Keith, what's happening to you?"
To this, he said nothing and instead stood on shaky legs with wobbly knees and walked towards his room.
Darry turned to the others in hope of finding something, anything, that could lead him to why his friend was acting strangely. Instead, all eyes were rested on him, begging him to find the problem.
Sighing, he threw them a bone, "Anyone at all know what's happening?"
A small mutter of 'no's' filled the room. Ponyboy, looked back at his older brother. He should tell Darry shouldn't he? Ponyboy decided against it; looking down at his torn jeans and mumbling a "no" and shoving his way out of the house. He needed a cigarette. Anyways, how else was he suppose to break the new to them? How was HE suppose to tell them what was happening behind the close doors of Two-bit's home? maybe, he could tell someone. He found his path to the park changing and heading in the direction of the demolished lot.
by the time he arrive there, the Sun was already beginning to set. This point, Darry would be wondering where he was, but the youngest Curtis didn't care.
after moment searching, he found the lone figure laying on the ground, a small fire burning next to it. Johnny Cade.
"Hey, Johnny," the small dark figure jumped and whipped around, his dark black eye clouded with fear.
"It's just me," Ponyboy said in a hushed tone.
The boy visibly relaxed. His dark twinkled up at Ponyboy.
" Oh," Johnny whispered casually, " Hi,"
Ponyboy expected this from his friend.
"Can," Ponyboy stopped. He was debating on whether not he should tell Johnny. It's not like he didn't trust his friend, he doesn't trust himself. "Can I talk to you?"
The dark haired boy merely nodded.
Ponyboy told him everything he knew. After his babbling was done, he look back up to the boy.
It's like everything was silenced; like even the trees were listening.
" I can help him," Johnny stated simply, his voice cracking, " I'm going through the same thing."
Ponyboy reach out and grab his friend, pulling him into a hug.