Chapter 1: The Cop's Interrogation, and Darry's Questions For Two-Bit and Steve
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Prologue: (9:27 p.m., August 15)
Third Person POV
"Look, boys, I could care less that your underage in a bar right now. There's been a shooting, and I wanna know what you saw." Another cop approached them, looking just as stern as the first.
"Who was shot?" Sodapop wondered. Ponyboy hadn't come back from his smoke yet. Did he see who shot the guy?
"Ponyboy Curtis. Do you know him?" The cop seemed eager to learn what Soda knew. Oh, all the things he knew. He changed the boy's diaper for Christ's sake!
"Yeah," Soda gulped, his world spinning black around him. "I know him." Steve placed a steadying hand on Soda's shoulder, but once Steve removed it Soda had to grab his arm again for support.
"Ponyboy," he moaned before his world turned black and his knees buckled beneath him.
(Earlier that day; 4:48 p.m.)
"Hey, Darry. How 'bout we take the kid out for a drink at Bucks, huh?" Two-Bit suggested, wrapping his arm around Pony playfully. Darry glared at him, shooting a hard glance at Ponyboy too.
"If he comes home drunk I'm skinnin' the both of ya," Darry warned.
"Yes, Sir!" Two-Bit shouted, whooping.
"Hey, Pony, we got permission from the warden," Two-Bit dodged Darry's swing and grabbed Pony's arm, dragging him out the screen door and laughing, holding his side.
"Get out of here, you idiots," Darry joked, smacking Soda on the back of the head playfully as him and Steve ran after the first two out of the screen door.
(12:18 a.m. August 16, 1967)
"Two-Bit! How the heck could you let this happen?" Darry screamed. It took all of Steve and Soda's strength combined to hold him back from pounding Two-Bit's face in.
"He wanted to get some fresh air, it was loud in there and he was gettin' a headache so he went out for a smoke! I don't know," Two-Bot started to sob. "I just don't know... what... would happen..."
"Come on, Darry. Let's just get to the hospital," Soda tried to convince his older brother. Darry's body sagged and he gave in, heading out the old screen door, listening to it slam as he made contact with the front steps. Two-Bit, tears still falling, stayed frozen inside the house.
Darry sighed heavily and stick his head back into the house. "Hey, Two, come on. Ponyboy's waiting for you."
Two-Bit's grey eyes made contact with Darry's clear blue eyes and they both walked quickly back to the truck with one person on their minds:
Ponyboy.
A/N: Continue? Yes? No?
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~Alee xXx