I know that this isn't much, but I felt like a complete tool for not updating in a while. I haven't forgotten or given up the story or anything, but I'll be consistenly updating once I knock out all my college stuff. Consider this chapter as a little peacefull, friendship piece...UNTIL I start typing up scenes of ANGST, VIOLENCE, and MURDER! MWHUAUAUA!
Disclaimer: The Outsiders is strict property of our beloved S.E Hinton.
THREE DAYS AGO
"Steve, would you hurry up!" I really don't understand why he is in such a rush. This thing doesn't even start until, what was it, 6:00? Plus if I didn't find that ring in time I'd pretty much be screwed.
"Yeah yeah. Keep your drawers on." Reaching out from under the bed I grab the nearest thing to help pull me out. Not under there. Where the hell could it be? I seriously need to find it before we go. Groaning, I run a hand through my hair and try to recall all the possible places that I could have left it.
Pocket? I pat down my lower half and can't feel a thing. Backpack maybe? Yeah right. Kitchen, truck? Why in the world can't I remember? I mean how the heck could I lose something like that? Giving up on the bedroom, I walk out and ponder other places. At the end of the hall, I see Soda standing there waiting for me.
Sodapop Curtis is a one in a million guy and one of the best friends I've ever had. We've known each other since grade school and have practically been through everything together. We even work together at the DX Station. He's funny as hell and always has my back. I can't help but crack a smile when he starts drumming a beat against the hallway walls. What can I say? One in a million.
"Stevie are you ready yet? We kind of need to get going." He warns.
"I know. I just need to find that ring. I've been looking everywhere for the damn thing."
"The one you're gonna give Evie?" I nod. Evie (my girlfriend) and I have been going steady for a while, so I figured that she'd—I don't know—Wear my ring. How I'm going to ask her? I have no clue; I don't even know where the dang ring is. As if reading my mind, Soda suddenly replies.
"Don't worry buddy, I'll help you find it."
"Thanks man." And just like that, we start searching the entire house from top to bottom. We split up; he takes the kitchen, bedrooms, and attic. I take the bathroom, porch, and living room. Things have been getting pretty rough back home. Its nice to know that I have at least one person I can always count on.
Yeah, that sucked. I don't blame if you flame (heh heh), but if you choose to keep reading, I promise you an awesome, crazy, sick-nasty fanfic! :P Thanks for reading! P.S. Expect a long chapter in the future.