Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own The Outsiders. S.E. Hinton owns The Outsiders. (I'm running out of new ways to write this interestingly.)
A/N: There are a few stories like this out there, but mine is different.
Sodapop's POV
I had had a few drinks while I was at Bucks with Steve, but I wasn't drunk. I knew that much. But what I didn't know was that my baby brother was at home scared out of his mind, wondering where I was.
I wish I knew, I wouldn't have pushed my curfew.
When I walked in I was thrown against the wall and a blade was held against my throat.
"Ponyboy!" I shouted before I was murdered by my scared baby brother. He met my eyes and dropped his blade, hugging me around the waste.
"Oh Soda! I thought you were dead." He sobbed. I held on to him, shushing him.
"I'm okay Ponyboy. I'm sorry,. I thought Darry was home. I'm alright, I won't leave you, I promise."
Ponyboy's POV
Was Soda dead? Or did he just forget. I was terrified.
I sat on the couch, my switchblade clutched in my hand. The door nob jingled, signaling the arrival of someone. When he walked in I threw the intruder against the door, my blade held against his throat.
"Ponyboy!" The intruder shouted. Wait, it wasn't an intruder, it was Sodapop!
"Oh Soda, I thought you were dead." I sobbed into his chest. He shushed me, reassuring me he was okay and just late.
"I won't leave you, I promise I'm okay." Just then, Darry walked in.
"Hey Darry." Soda said.
"What happened? Soda, did you stay home with Ponyboy like I told you to this morning?" Darry asked Sodapop sternly. I nodded, covering for him.
"Yeah Darry. I made dinner and lost a few games of poker." I lied through my teeth.
"More than a few, you're awful." Soda said with a laugh.
I tackled Sodapop. We wrestled for a few minutes before Darry went to bed while telling us to do the same.
We complied and brushed our teeth.
"Thanks, Ponyboy. I owe you one." Sodapop told me.
"More than one. I was clutching that blade for a few hours. I'm starving, I still haven't eaten dinner." I grumbled. I was kind of annoyed that he was off having fun and goofing off while I worried my head off about him. But I knew I had already forgiven him, I just wanted to make him feel bad. Nothing wrong with a bit of revenge.
"Ponyboy, I'm so sorry. Please tell me you forgive me." Soda begged. I nodded.
"Yeah Soda, I ain't mad. I was just so worried. I love you." I told him honestly.
"I love you too, Ponyboy." Soda whispered as we both fell into a peaceful, nightmare free night because I knew where all my brothers are and that they are both safe and in bed.