Wow, this was a quick update. The rest of the updates should be quicker, since I know how this fiction is going to end. So this fiction will wrap up soon.
If you don't notice. The chapters with Christmas songs are taking place in the present time, while the other chapter with no christmas songs take place in the past. If that makes any sense.
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The Christmas Song-Bit for this chapter is "Blue Christmas" By Elvis Presley. Explains the tone of this chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own "The Outsiders" By S.E. Hinton. Nor do I own the song "Blue Christmas" By Elvis Presley.
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I'll have a Blue Christmas without you
I'll be so blue thinking about you
Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree
Won't be the same dear , if you're not here with me
Elvis Presley
I had started to walk down the street, but I chickened out not long after I started walking. I knew I couldn't stall anymore time sitting on this bench. I knew that I should start walking to my home. But I couldn't find the energy or the bravery to start walking. I didn't know why I was suddenly afraid of walking down the street. I looked around at the surroundings and noticed that everything stayed the same from before I had left. The streets were still littered with trash and beer bottles. And you could still tell that this was the greasy side of town.
Everything was still the same. But I wasn't.
I already knew that life was tough and unfair. I learned that a while ago. However, I didn't think it could have gotten any worse. But now, since the draft, I did know worse. And if I had any sort of innocence left in me, it was already gone.
I didn't think I changed that much. I was still lively, and still laughed at things in life. But maybe I was more reserve, knowing that I had to hold my emotions in once I was at Vietnam. But not as reserve as Dallas.
As I walked down the street toward my home, I wondered if any of the gang had changed as well. I knew I missed a year in all of their lives. I missed birthdays; I missed Pony's track meets. I missed just having dinner or playing football with all of them.
I walked past the old vacant lot that held so many memories for me. Memories of football, rumbles and just plain hanging out with friends, flew through my mind. Those were the fun times.
But then I saw my house in the distance. And with that came anxiety, of what will happen when I get in there. Maybe I did change too much.
And when those blue snowflakes start fallin'
That's when those blue memories start callin'
But I'll have a blue, blue, blue, blue, Christmas
I know it was short, but that was the point of it. Please, please review! They help me improve! Please review! Thanks for reading!
