(The Outsiders) Sequel: Chapter One: The Darker Side
This is a sequel to a story that got deleted sadly on Quizilla. So much hard work and effort *curses underneath breath with anger* but this is the sequel to it. Sorry y'all couldn't read the first. : ( Basically it was about Soda's love being murdered and he wanted revenge, but I'm changing the plot since one of my friends gave me a better idea : )
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE OUTSIDERS, Ernalyn or the new character coming up, Hannah (twitchy)
Sodapop Curtis sat curled up on the couch in the living room. It was pouring outside and he tuned everything but the sound of the rain and thunder. It made him think and concentrate more on his thoughts.
Isn't the weather fascinating, Jesse?
We could be out dancing together...in the Rain.
Kissing in the rain...
...Kissing...
Soda tensed and stopped right there at that exact thought. Tears wedged up in the corner of his eyes and he shut his eyes so no one would see him cry. Ever since two years ago when Jesse was murdered and Ernalyn, Dallas and he had tried to save her on time, he hadn't been the same.
Footsteps creaked into the living room and a shadow loomed over him. He knew that shadow anywhere.
"Hey Pone," he muffled into the pillow he clutched close to him. Ponyboy, who was now sixteen, had matured a little more and had gotten his street smarts a bit more better. He was still the same genius, quiet Pony, but he too had had events happen to him.
"Soda? You okay?" he asked but regretted it. Knowing it was the dumbest question to ask his scarred brother, who had seen the love of his life shot in front of his very own two eyes. He winced at the question as soon as he asked it.
Sodapop sighed and turned to look up at Pony. He weakly smiled.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Don't worry about me Pone." he muttered before turning to face away from him again. Ponyboy sighed and stood up straight and walked out on the porch and sat down on the porch swing, watching the rain pour on the streets of Tulsa.
He knew how Sodapop felt. A year ago even his own two best friends died; Johnny Cade and Dallas Winston. Ponyboy even had his own story to tell. When Dallas had died, Ernalyn barely came around anymore.
She said that his house was contained with memories sometimes of her and him together and she stopped going to Buck's a lot, too.
Ponyboy had no idea where Ernalyn took off to, but he often hoped that she was okay, wherever she was.
He knew he had seen cute girls around, but none of them reminded him of Ernalyn. Or Jesse May Parker.
He sighed and ran his hand through his auburn hair.
Things were difficult since all of this happened.
The Murder of Jesse.
Dally's and Johnny's death.
Things changed and it was hard for everyone.
And every night, Ponyboy just prayed.
Prayed for the gang, his brothers, but mostly Sodapop.