Steve pov

There were the usual issues; I hadn't slept in days, my father was being an ass and kick me out, and, oh, I was in love with Sodapop Curtis.

Rolling over on his family's futon, I sighed to myself, Why couldn't I get him off of my mind?

My insomnia the regular issue, and, although I didn't like it, it was easier to deal with than falling for Soda.

I rubbed my hands over my face and stood up, walking over to the kitchen. I grabbed a glass out of the cupboard and filled it with water. I'd been living with the Curtises since my dad kicked me out, two months ago, so this was becoming a bit of a routine for me. I'd pretend to sleep on the futon, roll around for a couple of hours, drink some water, and repeat. It got me through the nights, at least.


I guess I did get some rest that night, though, because I woke up hours later to Darry's booming voice. "Steve!" he was shaking me "C'mon, Steve! You've got school!"

"No," I groaned, and rolled over. I rubbed my eyes, and stood up, "Morning," I mumbled.

Stretching, I walked to the bathroom. I smiled when I saw a shadow through the shower curtain, "Good morning Sodapop."

"Mornin' Steve," he replied, wrapping a towel around his waist and stepping out of the shower. I grabbed a facecloth, and rubbed it around on my face, trying to wake up a little. I threw on some clothes, and was met with a "Hurry up, we're gonna be late!" when I stepped out of the bathroom.

Sighing again, I hurried to Two-Bit's car, and took my seat in the front. He laughed, "Someone had a restless night.

I rolled my eyes, and gave him the finger, "I don't need your bull today, Two-Bit." He raised his hands as a form of surrender, and before I knew it, he was pulling into the school.

Two-Bit hopped out, before helping Ponyboy out, and kissing him on the cheek. They've been dating for a year and a half. "Bye, babe, see you at lunch!"

"Come on, Steve, we've got calculus," he said, practically dragging me to the math wing. When we arrived, I sat down beside Two-Bit, and pulled out my textbook tiredly, "Are you alright Steve?" he asked.

I groaned internally, "Yeah, Two-Bit, just dandy." I was so exhausted. Fuck insomnia.

Scribbling answers in my notebook, I prayed tiredly for the day to be over. But it had just begun.

AN thank you to person who send me the edit