(So, I got three votes on my poll. All of them indicated that yes I should continue this. So, it's a good thing I have a couple of mini plot bunnies for this story. Read and review.)
Chapter 3
I looked around the Curtis living room, Ponyboy and Two-Bit had just walked in from school. Soda and Steve should be home shortly. We were going to the movies as soon as Darry got home.
I nodded to Johnny, we were going to go for a walk before Darry got back. We walked through the door without opening it. Didn't need to. Soda and Steve were just climbing out of Steve's car. We went down the walk as Steve pushed Soda against the car. He pressed his body flush with Soda's, slowly slipped his hands under Soda's shirt and whispered in his ear. Soda blushed and pushed Steve away.
"That's sick, Steve. We're guys, guys don't do that." Soda said.
Steve laughed, "I know, I was messing with you. Besides you really think I'm queer? No offense but if either of us were queer, it would be you. You are such a pretty boy!" Steve said smiling before running towards the house.
"I take offense to that!" Soda screamed after him before chasing his best friend inside.
I looked at Johnny and we laughed at the two of them. They were good for each other, but they weren't as good for each other as Johnny and I were.
We decided to walk towards town. I reached for his hand and we walked in a comfortable silence. We paused when we saw a construction group. As we got closer we stopped and watched them. They were roofing the house. We watched as they slowly gathered up their tools, and started to load up into their truck.
One of them shouted, "Hey Darry, you coming? You really don't need to finish that up today, we have tomorrow as well."
I looked over and saw that Darry was carrying a bundle of roofing to the ladder. I suddenly felt the need to be on the roof. And then I was on the roof. I looked down to Johnny and shrugged as Darry spoke.
"It's almost done so I'll just finish up, and see ya later." He said as he started towards the ladder the shrugged and climbed in the truck and left. Darry watched them drive away before he climbed the ladder. I got the bad feeling again like something bad was going to happen. Darry was stepping from the ladder to the roof, and the ladder started pushing away from the roof. I saw the panic in Darry's eyes, he was more on the ladder then he was on the roof. I grabbed for the front of his shirt and and felt it tearing. I moved to grab his arm, and pulled him towards the roof. I heard Johnny straightening the ladder as Darry stepped more surely onto the roof. The ladder clanged back into the gutter as Darry collapsed in to my arms on the roof.
"Shit, that could have been bad." I nodded even though he couldn't see me.
Darry's Pov
"Shit, that could have been bad." I mumbled. I felt arms around me, and I looked towards the source. "Dally?"
It was definitely him, though his image was a bit blurry, like looking at him thought a dirty window. He looked at me and nodded before unwrapping his arms. It hit me that I was looking at Dally and that he had pulled back onto the roof when I had been certain I was going to fall.
"But... You... Uh... You're dead?" I sputtered out. Not very tuff, of course he's dead.
He nodded and looked like he was going to speak, but his head turned back to the ladder and he closed his mouth. I followed his gaze, saw nobody, then looked back at him. His mouth was moving but I couldn't hear what he was saying.
'...see me, Johnny, but I don't think he can see you.' I was suddenly thankful I could read lips.
"Johnny's here too?" I asked out loud. Dally looked back to me and nodded.
His lips moved but no sound came out. 'Can you see him?'
I shook my head, it dawned on me that I was talking to a ghost. Impossible. Ghost don't exist. "Are you a ghost?"
It was a dumb question, but I couldn't bring myself to think anything more logical. Here was one of my best friends, my dead best friend and I was talking to him. He nodded in response. I closed my eyes, this was too weird. He was dead. I saw him die. He had been shot.
I opened my eyes and saw that he was still there, an unfocused image of death. "You kept me from falling, from injury. You are still here. Pony was right."
I glanced around, and remembered I was supposed to be finishing the roof. I looked back to Dally, he smiled before fading away. I felt like I should freak out, but I felt calm knowing Johnny and him had stuck around versus going on. I finished the roof before going home. I had promised I would go to the Nightly Double with the gang. I considered telling them about Dally, but thought against it. Maybe I would tell Pony.
(Review if you want more. Honest to goodness, if I don't get reviews asking for more then I will finish this with another chapter just wrapping things up. -Luvs Cassy)