Hey all! This is just a tiny one-shot that needed to be published, because Soda needs some lovin' from the fan-fiction community. It's super short, might even be classified as a drabble, but I hope you like it nevertheless.
Disclaimer: I'm not S.E. Hinton, Francis Ford Coppola, Tommy Howell, or Rob Lowe. Alas.
~Rosey
He Tried to Tell Him
"Sure is dark outside for eight-thirty," Ponyboy Curtis mumbled quietly, looking out his bedroom window and into the street. "Must be gettin' closer to winter."
"Mmm-hmm," Soda nodded from his position on the bed, his arms resting on his knees and his head leaned back against the headboard. "Now turn out the light and get into bed. We're all tired."
Pony didn't move, and remained looking outside. It was almost a month since Johnny and Dally had died. Would he ever stop hurting? Would he ever be able to think about them and not want to cry?
"Ponyboy," Soda's voice came again, this time more pleading. "C'mon. I got work in the morning."
Ponyboy reluctantly turned out the light and climbed into the bed next to his older brother. "G'night Soda."
But Sodapop didn't respond. Pony figured he just didn't hear him, so he tried again. "Soda? Good night."
"Ponyboy?" Soda's voice finally came, and it sounded small.
"Mmmmm...?" Ponyboy was already drifting off, having not noticed how tired he truly was.
"Pony, I wrote a letter to Sandy and she ain't written back." The words were tiny and vulnerable in the dark.
"Mmm-hmmm," Pony wasn't even semi-conscious at this point, and Soda's words were just mumbled nonsense to his ears.
"Ponyboy...Do you think Sandy still loves me?"
But Pony was asleep, and his light breathing was the only answer Soda got.
Sodapop just looked at him for a moment before pulling the covers up over Pony's shoulders and then sliding under the covers himself, sighing. "G'night Pony. Sweet dreams."
So that's what you get for helping people.
Short, but the plot-bunnies wrote it for me. So that was nice of them.
Review please?
~Rosey