Chapter 1: The DX Cash Register And Armed Gunmen
How To Climb A Mountain
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A/N: Please tell me what you think! Criticism is welcome, but no flames please. Flames killed Johnny. ;) Suggestions are always welcome, no matter what they might be. Thanks.
Sodapop's POV (January 30th, 1967; 2:57 p.m.)
Steve and I were both working in the main area when I saw Ponyboy come into the DX with Two-Bit. His auburn hair, which was in bad need of a haircut, was greased back as usual. Most of us had lessened the grease that we put in our hair, but our hair was just as long and just as tuff as before Bob, Johnny, and Dally died.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion after that. A dark
skinned teenage girl walked through the front door, the bell above the door signaling her arrival. Steve kept his eye on her as she walked back towards the candy isle.
A black man in a white T-Shirt and dirty old jeans walked in not long after her. Steve left the main area to work on a Soc's mustang that had just brought in and Ponyboy followed him silently to observe and hand him some of the tools. I was proud of the both of them for growing up some and becoming friends.
I started organizing the money in the cash register when I felt something cold and hard against my temple. Metal. Every muscle in my body froze completely. Before I even looked up I knew what was happening.
"Give me all of yer money, boy," the cold voice ordered in a husky long drawl. My hands were shaking so bad that I wasn't sure I could even try and give him the money. He turned around quickly and shot at the girl in the store. It hit her in the arm and with a cry of pain her knees hit the floor.
Even to this day I don't remember a lot of what happened after she was shot. Undeterred, Ponyboy ran through the garage side door without thinking and jumped on the man's back like an animal and latched on.
Without batting an eye I flew over the counter and tackled him, but not without getting pistol-whipped across the cheek. I heard Ponyboy hit his head against cabinet and I could hear the girl coughing roughly. And then, to my relief, I heard the police sirens. The armed gunman struggled loose and got up, but I kicked the gun across the room. The cops flew in and were already swarming him and collecting the gun. I could barely breathe I was so relieved. I grabbed on to Ponyboy and listened to him cry into my chest. I was shaking so hard, but he was shaking even worse. Firearms had become an item of reminder after Dally for him. The police surrounding us with furious and hard faves were helping matters either.
They loaded the black girl on a stretcher and took Ponyboy and I to get examined. As I passed the girl I heard her faintly whisper, "thank you" to us. I couldn't get my mouth to cooperate to answer her.
I then saw the panicked face of Darrel Shayne Curtis greeting me as I exited the DX gasoline station.
"Hey, Darry," Ponyboy whispered before we were engulfed in Darry's bone crushing hug. I was then finally able to start crying.
A/N: This story was requested by Jane (Guest) a while ago. I'm really sorry about the wait, Jane. I hope I do a good job portraying this story. Please review! Please vote on my poll on who I should pair my African-American OC with.
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~Alee xXx