Okay, I just love this idea too much. So I'm writing on this. Try reading slowly, it makes it seem cooler, and it makes the story last longer. WARNING: This chapter might make you fall out in confusion, disbelief, etc. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders.
We stood silent. The silence was begging to break, it was waiting for a sound. The wind tried to help, but didn't. The neighbor's dogs were trying to help, too. Except it seemed like they weren't trying to help the silence, they were trying to help the awkwardness surrounding us. "She was. . ." Darry started, but his words drifted off. "Soda, where is she?"
"I saw her at the DX! That's all I know, okay? I think she said she's coming over later." Soda sighed and reached into his pocket for another cigarette. Darry looked shocked that Soda was smoking, and he must've realized how hard it really is on him. Let alone on Sandy.
"Look, I-I gotta go," Two-bit stuttered, turning around and stalking out the chain-link fence. Steve followed in a similar manner, saying that his dad downed his curfew because of last night. Lord only knows what he did. So we stood there, in silence. It wouldn't have been awkward for me if it was Johnny and me, but these were my brothers, and I was a little more talkative around them.
"Come on, Soda," Darry sighed, "Ya'll can make yourselves a sandwhich or something. Take a shower, do your homework," -Darry pointed at me and stared as I nodded and rolled my eyes- "and go to bed. Got it?" We both nodded. "See you guys tomorrow, it's been a long day."
I jerked up, alive and alert. Sweat was matted in my sticky hair and dripping down my stinging face as my breath echoed around the room. Louder and louder it grew, stopping suddenly as the cool, syrupy syliva slithered back down my throat, only to begin once more. I lay back down, feeling the tears soaked into my pillow find their way to my hair, gluing themselves to it. I searched for the clock: 11:42. Just great.
Soda was lying with his arm draped across me. I slid closer to his warm, comforting body. Listening to his even breathing steadied me, and I'm sure the color was back in my bloodless, ghastly face. There was a knock on the door and Soda shot up like someone had pulled trigger, and he was the bullet. The thin sheets covered my face as the fabric draped down through the air.
"Sorry, Ponyboy," Soda whispered, ruffling my hair. There was another series of knocks and Soda's face was torn. His family love, or romantic love? "Hold on a minute, 'kay?"
I nodded as he slipped out the door in his jeans. He didn't bother undressing; he was waiting for his love to return. I could almost imagine Sandy standing outside, soaking wet, her face lit by the sudden strike of light only visible to me through the window. "Romeo! Oh, Romeo!" called her voice. It was sweet, shaking, and cynical of a good life, as she was panting from the wetness in her eyes caused by the sorrows of her gloomy memory, but that is not what I heard.
"Sodapop," she spoke, barely audible, before breaking into tears. I could tell Soda took her into his arms by the way her sounds disappeared into thin air.
"Shh," he sounded, rubbing her back as he does me when I've had a nightmare. "Shh, I'm here. Everything's all right. You're here with me, and that's what matters."
I couldn't help sliding my way to the door and peering my head around the frame to see the scene. I looked at the girl in Soda's arms and tried to picture the one with the laugh I loved. The girl with the mellow heart and equally appearing saltwater eyes. The girl with platinum hair that Soda adored, but right now, she wasn't here. All I saw was a girl with a lifeless face, crying her heart out into Soda's shirt, and it scared Soda. He didn't even know what she'd been through, and he was angry at her for cheating. He probably felt horrible.
"Soda, I'm so sorry I didn't tell." She breathed in between her cries. Soda dragged her down to the couch. She sat in his lap and dug her way to his shoulder. She sat there for a minute, breathing hard and trying to start her story. Soda continued to rub her back. After a while, she drew a deep breath and finally gained the ability to tell him. "We went to Flordia for a family reunion. Everyone hated me. I tried to hide it, Soda. My mom found the scar on," Sandy pulled up her shirt to reveal a crimson, broken line. It started somewhere around her bellybutton and crawled up the middle of her chest. She didn't show that part, though, thank God. "She made me tell her! Soda, it wasn't even the Socs!"
He pulled her sobbing figure away from his shoulder and looked her dead in the eye, but his eyes weren't dead; they were full of compassion, fear, confusion, and hatred for whoever would do this to her. "Who, Sandy? Tell me who did it."
She drew in a quivering breath and shakily began her story. "I knew him once, a long time ago. One of my best friends, actually." I was holding my breath. Whoever did this did it on purpose, and I was gonna help my brother get him back. "He told me, one day, that he liked me more than I friend. When I told him I didn't feel the same way, he got angry. He punched me. He called me a grease. He called me these horrible things, Soda. It was only a year ago. And, I don't know, I guess he found me one day and decided to pay me back. When I saw that car, oh God how I ran. I tried to run, Soda. . ." Sandy's words drifted off as she attempted to regain her calm self, only to find tears sliding down her face again. She barely made a sound. Sandy had always been a little tough.
"Sandy, what's his name?" Soda's brown eyes were dancing in that same state of emotion. "I need to know his name."
"Soda! Soda, I don't know how to tell you!" Sandy's tears began to flow faster and more swiftly as her composure fell into pieces once again. Soda's arms were wrapped around her as she her voice broke and she breathed two words that made my world fall apart. Tears started down my own face as she repeated them, time and time again.
"Robert, Robert Sheldon,"
I tried to make my story a little more descriptive. I think it turned out pretty good, and it was kind of fun to write, too. I would like to point out that I don't use correct grammar all the time because of who's telling the story, and I am still in need of a beta-reader.
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