Hi everyone…I'm sleepy -.- anyways just thought I should do this update because this idea has been stuck in my head for like, ever. So enjoy
Disclaimer: Well, I promised I would have fun so let's do this.
Dom: I reign supreme! I now officially own 'The Outsiders'!
Darry: no you don't give them back before I kick your ass
Dom: I would watch what you say, after all I can kill your brother off any time I want!
S.E. Hinton: Give it back or so help me I will write that all of them will beat you up
Dom: dammit! I guess I don't own 'The Outsiders' S.E. Hinton does, *sticks tongue out*
Here goes nothing…..
Chapter 2
Ponyboy's POV:
Unfortunately, I couldn't sleep in late enough to make sure that everyone was gone, but I tried my best to avoid them. I grabbed another DX cap as I sprinted towards the shower, like a spy or something. I quickly bathed, slipped the hat back on, and walked into the living room only to be greeted with the presence of Darry, Soda, and Steve. I silently thanked that Steve had to work today because no one would be walking with me to school, giving me the chance to go to the drafting station instead.
"Hey Pony, have you seen my…oh there it is," Soda said as he grabbed the DX hat off of my head. I quickly threw my arms up, trying to cover my newly bleached hair. Soda's mouth stayed open at the sight, while Steve gave a whistle,
"Hey Superman, come check out what the stupid kid did," Steve hollered. Darry walked out, saw my hair, and muttered something that I could've sworn was 'never thinks, never uses his head' then walked out just like that.
"Pone, what the hell did you do?" Soda questioned, I had to quickly think of an answer.
"I, um, thought we could all use a change of view," I stuttered, hoping it sounded convincing enough. What I really wanted to say was I dyed it so I could go serve as you so you wouldn't die! But luckily I caught myself. Soda nodded, still giving me weird looks. I walked back into my room and grabbed the backpack I had filled with my belongings, and quickly swiped the letter off of the desk. Walking out of my room, I brushed Soda's shoulder; Steve was following him into my room. Darry was still in the kitchen so when I sat on the couch, I opened the letter, hoping the words on the paper had changed overnight, but they didn't.
"Ponyboy hurry up, you're gonna have to walk to school today, Soda can't find his shoes so we're gonna be late as it is," Darry popped his head out. I quickly shoved the letter under the couch cushion. No one would find it unless they were literally on the ground under the couch. I got up and walked out; you may think its mean how I didn't say goodbye or anything. Truth is, it would hurt like hell if I did and IF I did, I would probably start crying, then they would know something was up, and I couldn't risk that. Not one bit. As I got on the bus, I sighed. This is it, this is really it. Were my thoughts as I slowly watched home, Tulsa, fade into the distance.
Later that evening…
Sodapop's POV:
I looked at the clock, only another hour until Steve and I got to close up and head home. I sat in the garage, watching Steve work, slowly spinning a wrench around my finger. "Curtis! You gotta call from your older brother, it sounds urgent," Jerry, my boss, stated as he motioned for me to come inside. What could Darry want? Usually if it's THAT important, he waits to tell me when I come home. I thought as I took the phone from Jerry's hand. I waited until Jerry closed the door to begin questioning him. "Darry what's the matter?" I asked, slightly confused.
"It's Ponyboy, he never came home….." Darry's voice on the other end trailed off. I slammed the phone down and sprinted into Jerry's office,
"Jerry, it's urgent. Steve and I gotta go, sorry!" I shouted the last bit as I ran to get Steve out of the garage. Not even telling him the little information I had, I grabbed his arm and we were sprinting like the devil was after us. All the way home, to be greeted with the whole gang, minus Pony of course, in my living room. "Where's the fire?" Steve asked. Johnny quickly whispered something in his ear, his face turned stoic. Darry was hanging up the phone; I assumed he called the police because I could see red and blue flashing lights outside.
Darry motioned for the cops to come in, and he began explaining the story to them. The rest us of were discussing the subject, "He wasn't at school?" I asked because if I was correct, I watched him walk out the door this morning.
"He wasn't in gym, if that's what you're asking," Johnny said.
"He wasn't at lunch either," Two-Bit stated.
"How would you know? You barely pay attention to anything within five feet of you," Dally retorted, pushing Two-Bit off the ground. Darry shot him a glare as a THUD rang throughout the room. It would've been pretty funny, but this was no time for laughing, that's for sure. I blocked all the sound out as I watched Two-Bit pull something out from the couch, figuring it was homework or something, I didn't mind. Until his voice broke mine, and everyone else's thoughts,
"Hey Soda, I didn't know you got a draft letter," he said as soon as the police exited the room. I shot him a glare,
"Two-Shit stop messing around that's not even funny," I choked out, having a slight worry that he wasn't joking,
"I'm not kidding, I have it right here," I felt the blood drain from my face. Darry's head whipped around so fast you could hear his neck crack. The tension in the room was so thick; it felt like I couldn't breathe. My hearing was slowly fading in and out, unfortunately my vision wasn't, because I was able to see Darry mouth 'Ponyboy' then rub his temples, tears forming in his eyes. I got up and walked into my room, ignoring the nervous glance and my thoughts were, my brother is in Vietnam, all for me, it's my entire fault. That night I silently cried myself to sleep.
Oh my goodness, a sad song came on: 'How To Save a Life' by The Fray. I was literally crying while writing this chapter, anyways hope you enjoyed it, reviews make my day, so they are greatly appreciated
~Dom :)
