1 Pony's POV
I lay in bed, still awake. I couldn't sleep because of my stomach. Something was telling me that something was going to happen. I'm not sure if it was good or bad, but it was defiantly something.
Then I heard the downstairs door open and shut. I recognized Mary's voice immediately. Then a few other voices. The sounded familiar too. I racked my brain trying to think.
I sat up. No. Please, no! Not now, please God not now! I sighed trying and willing myself to calm down. I took in a deep breath, and walked silently out into the hall way. The lights where on downstairs. Voices from my childhood rang through my head like a familiar song. I tip toed down the stairs. I peeked through the door.
My knees buckled. I saw Soda sitting on the couch next to Mary. It looked and sounded like she was talking about me.
Soda looked different. Only a little though. His hair was about the same length and greased. Like always. But his face had grown older. More mature. His eyes still danced, but they looked a little hollow.
I pulled my eyes away from him, and saw a cute little boy in his lap. The boy looked about three and was sleeping. No duh. It was a little after midnight. I looked around, trying to see who else was here. But I couldn't see to much through the crack.
Then I realized how tired I was. I stifled a yawn, not wanting to be heard. Mary was getting up. She was coming to get me. I ran on my toes back to my bedroom, trying to be as quiet as possible.
I opened my bedroom door, shut behind me quietly, and dove onto my bed. I pulled the sheets over my head, and pretended to sleep. Then my door opened. Someone sat next to me. And started shaking my shoulder.
"Pony?" Mary. I groaned. No wonder I got the lead part in the school play this year.
"I have your gift for you downstairs." So she did this? She got Soda here? I hoped and started to pray that she hadn't invited Darry. I was sure that I would loose it.
"Can't it wait till morning?" I yawned for real this time. She rolled her eyes.
"No it can't. Come on, please?" She started tugging my arm, and I gave up fighting her. I pulled my pants over my boxers, and let her lead me downstairs.
No, no, no! I can't do this. I swallowed hard, knowing fully well that I haven't talked to Soda for like a year and half now. Knowing that Darry still hates me. That the gang probably think that I'm a traitor.
She opened the door, and I blinked at the light. Then my view came into focus. The. Whole. Freaking. Gang. No, no, no, no, no! I wasn't sure what to really do. I just stood there, with my mouth hanging open, like an idiot, frozen in place. I looked over all their faces.
Darry. I wasn't really sure what he was thinking. He looked happy, scared, and resentment, all at the same time. Soda looked like he could cry, he was so happy. Steve looked pretty damn proud. I wasn't sure why. Unless Mary had bragged about me. Again. Dally looked his usual tough self, but looked pretty damn happy to see me. So did Two-bit and Johnny.
I still stood there frozen. Mary looked up at me and gave me one of her award winning smiles.
"What do you think?" I didn't want to hurt her feelings. To tell her that I wasn't ready for this. Why I especially didn't want Darry here. Why I felt like I could puke at any waking moment. I think she took my speechlessness as a good thing.
Then Soda broke the ice, and came over and hugged me. Hard. I hugged back, but felt awkward. I looked past his shoulder, and saw a very jealous Darry. I wasn't sure why. But I suddenly felt like that small, weak, defenseless kid I use to be. I wanted to shrink away from Soda, and hide.
But I didn't. I hugged Soda, and let Darry hate me. Because I wasn't weak. Not any more.
I was brave. Changed.
Sorry it was so short again. I'm just really tired. It's near the end of the school year, and all my teachers have been giving us all this homework, and tests and quizzes to study for them. So I'll try to write way more this weekend.
