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Hollster09: Hey everyone! I totally failed to mention that the last chapter was written by our awesome SodapopXPonyboylover :) *CLAPS* and this chapter, is written by me.
The next morning, all I could hear was complete silence in our house. I was laying in bed, right next to Sodapop, whose breathing was so low and so slow that that I could barely hear it. Sodapop was dead asleep while I, on the other hand, hadn't slept a wink. How could I? I had too many things running through my head. Too much to think out; too much to worry about.
I glanced at the clock sitting on mine and Soda's night-stand. 6:55 was glowing bright red. I sighed, thinking, Only a few more minutes. Only a few more minutes until Darry comes in; until Soda wakes up. It felt like years had passed by the time the clock read 7:00. Right on cue, Darry opened our bedroom door, and came in. I quickly shut my eyes, and turned my head over to the side, pretending to be asleep. Darry would kill me if he found out I hadn't slept a minute the night before.
"Soda, Pony, wake up," Darry said, gently shaking Sodapop's shoulder. Sodapop muttered something about giving him five more minutes of sleep, but I opened my eyes and sat up, pushing Soda's arm off of my chest. I rubbed my eyes, and made a fake yawn escape my lips.
"Make sure he gets up, will you?" Darry asked. I nodded, and Darry disappeared out of our room.
I pushed Soda's arm - he was alread out again - saying, "C'mon Soda, we ain't got all day to wait around for you."
Sodapop slung his arm around, trying to hit me without opening his eyes. "Seriously?" he mumbled into the pillow laying under his head. "I can't sleep five more minutes?"
I laughed. "No Soda, you can't. Not unless you wanna get fired from the DX," I told him. He groaned, but sat up, rubbing his eyes.
I quickly changed into some jeans, a white t-shirt, and black Converse, and ran into the kitchen, where Darry was already making pancakes. Pancakes? I thought. That's different. A big plate of chocolate cake was placed right in the middle of the table. I smiled, thinking, That's not different.
"Is Soda up?" Darry asked me. I shrugged. "He was gettin' up when I left him," I replied, picking up a piece of chocolate cake, and placing it on a smaller plate. I grabbed a fork from the drawer beside the sink, and started eating.
After a moment, Soda came running into the kitchen, wearing jeans, and his DX shirt. As always, he had no shoes on his feet, and I was sure he had forgotten them. We all ate out chocolate cake and eggs while Darry asked me about my grades. I told him they were still as good as they always were.
After we all ate, me and Soda washed up the dishes, I reminded Soda that he had to wear shoes to work, and then we were in the truck, and on our way to start the day. It seemed like a normal day, as we headed down the long, hard road to my school, but inside I knew nothing was normal. I was constantly worried about my brothers. I was sitting in between Sodapop and Darry, while they were talking, laughing, and going on as if nothing was wrong. Because in their world, nothing was.
In my world, on the other hand, everything was turned up-side down. I stared at Soda, who had a huge grin on his face. I couldn't imagine losing him; not seeing that big, happy grin every day. I couldn't live without him. I had lost Johnny, and Dally. But Soda? No way. I couldn't handle that. I would die myself if something happened to him.
I took a deep breath and told myself, You don't have to worry anymore Pony. You took care of everything, now your brothers aren't in any trouble. I repeated this over and over in my head, trying to convince myself that everything would be okay. Everything would be okay.. right?
Before I knew it, we were at my school. "Pony," Darry said, pushing my arm, "We're here."
I realized that Sodapop was already out of our pick-up truck, waiting for me to get out.
"Oh, sorry.." I muttered. I climbed out of the truck, and waved a "goodbye" to Darry.
Sodapop messed my hair up, before jumping back into the truck. And then they were gone. I stood alone in the parking lot, waiting. I'm not sure what for, just waiting. Waiting to wake up? And to figure out this was all a dream?
Maybe. I wasn't sure. I never felt anything but confused anymore.
But that was going to end soon. Because everything was okay now. I took care of everything. I took care of it. You did the right thing Ponyboy, I said to myself. But deep down, I didn't believe anything that I thought anymore.
OoOoOo! Cliffy again! :) Who wants to guess why Pony was worried about his brothers? :) Reviews are always welcome! Thanks for reading!