I am not dead, I vow to finish this story, promise-promise. Now, on-wards!

-The Un-Wanted Angel.

Last Time in Flashback: Sodapop was jumped, but reluctantly he was saved by Darry. Still badly injured, he is taken to The Curtis to rest. We also find out that Darry Curtis has officially dumped Cherry Valance. What will happen when Sodapop wakes up and realizes where he's at? Find out right now!

Sodapop's P.O.V

I woke up with a splitting head ache and tried to snuggle deeper into the warmth of flease covers. My eyes popped open when I realized I wasn't at Steve's. I frantically looked around, I was in a bedroom, a bedroom that wasn't mine. I could tell by the some-what nice furniture, the sun leaking through the window and the fact that I wasn't in a closet. The last thing I remember was getting the crap kicked out of me by Socs-

I bit my lip, someone had saved me that night.

Slowly, I climbed out of the bed, seeing I was wearing sweatpants and a flease shirt. I winced in pain seeing my chest was wrapped in bandages and I had a nasty bruise on my cheek and a cut above my eye. I slowly tip-toed out of the room, looking around the hallway. The house was quiet, but the sound and smell of someone cooking was brought to my attention and my stomach rumbled. I couldn't remember the last time I ate something.

Slowly I walked to where the smell was coming from and I could see a grown man sipping coffee at a kitchen table and a woman had her back to me, she was at the stove cooking. My first instinct was to slowly walk away, but I was caught-

"Oh, good morning. Nice to see you're awake." I turned around with wide eyes. The older man looked exactly like Darry Curtis. Except he looked older and had a dull crystal hume to his blue eyes. He gave me a smile and put down his paper. The woman turned around, she had long blonde hair and bright chocolate eyes.

"Good morning, dear, how are you feeling?" She asked.

I gazed at the floor. "Okay, I guess." I mumbled.

The man stood up, pulling out a chair for me to sit. I was a little reluctant, this guy was huge after all, equal size to my father. I gulped.

"Don't worry, I don't bite unless it's eatable." he laughed, earning himself a playful slap on the wrist by his wife. I bit my lip, slowly walking towards the chair and sat down. Minutes later the woman brought a plate of food in front of me.

"Eat up, dear, you look thin." She smiled, resuming back to cooking. I looked at the plate of french toast and bacon. It made my mouth want to water and droll with hunger. Slowly picking up a fork next to me, I went to dive in before I heard a voice-

"Mornin' Mom and Dad" I nearly chocked.

Darry's P.O.V

I yawned, stretching as I woke up. Last night had been pretty eventful, not only had I broken up with Cherry because I found out she was cheating on me with Bob Sheldon, but I had saved a kid from getting jumped pretty badly. The poor kid had a few cracked ribs and a nasty bruise that was a sure shinner, on top of that he's got a cut that'll sure leave a scar the rest of his life.

I walked out to the kitchen where to my surprise, there he was, sitting at the table. I smiled.

"Mornin' Mom and Dad." I called.

"Morning, Son." Dad smiled, I sat down waiting to be dished up and I took a glance at the boy I had saved. I would be lying if I hadn't mentioned he was pretty good looking. He looked like a movie star, someone who should be in magazines or the papers. He had gold locks running off of his head, slightly greased and he was thin, very thin. The clothes Mom put him into hung on to his body.

"Morning." I smiled.

He stared at me with bright, big, blue eyes. He nodded back and turned to his plate. I didn't recognize this kid from any where, I wasn't so sure he even went to my school.

"Well, I think we've been rude long enough." Dad smiled, " Just to remind you, kiddo My name is Darryl, that's my wife Stacia-Anne, and this is Darry."

I waved. Last night, he didn't want to see me. I wondered why someone wouldn't want to meet the person who had saved him, but I guess maybe he was just shy.

". . . I know him." He spoke.

I cocked an eyebrow. "Me?" I asked.

He nodded, "We go to school together, you're on the football team" Well, it seems like this guy knew me. I wouldn't doubt it, I am popular at school and he's just a Greaser.

"Well, are you feeling alright, sweetheart?" Mom asked. I remembered then I didn't get this kid's name.

"I'm sorry, what's your name?" I asked.

He looked appalled for a moment, then sad. "Sodapop." He mumbled. I was sure if a kid with that name went to our school I would have heard of him.

"Well, Soda, can I call you that?"

He shrugged.

"Soda, I don't know who jumped you, but do you?" I was offering to help the kid, granted I wasn't a Greaser, most people would labeled me as a 'Soc' (as we called ourselves) but I didn't take labels, I was only true to my name, not what people thought of me.

He shook his head, his eyes widened. "No."

Mom stepped in, "Alright, that's enough questions for Sodapop. Leave him be, let him eat." Mom scoulded.

"Yes, Ma'am." I nodded, still looking at Sodapop. Sodapop was allowed to stay with us until his injuries healed. He said he didn't want to be a bother, but Mom insisted so he was parked (forced) on the couch while Mom fretted about for him. He didn't ask for anything other than a pillow and the remote while being irritably quiet all day. Dad left for work and I'm not going to lie, if felt awkward being neer him. Almost like he didn't want me around him.

"Mom!" I called, "I'm going to practice!"

"Be home by dinner!" She responded.

I looked over at Sodapop who had his arm propped on a pillow, ignoring me. "Um." I called, he didn't respond. So I left.

I couldn't get him out of my head all damn day.

Sodapop's P.O.V

Inside I was freaking out. Darry Curtis not only saved me last night, but acknowledged me. As much as I wanted to love this, I hated it.

I was still hurt by what he did to me, sending me a note to meet him only to be gang-banged by his little Soc friends. It hurt, like physically hurt, to be neer him at the table while he acted like nothing happened yesterday. I couldn't think about Darry though.

"Um. . . Mrs. Curtis!" I called. She arrived in the living room quickly holding a basket of laundry. "Um, may I use your phone?" I mumbled, I knew it was rude but I wasn't accustom to being around Strangers. Mr. and Mrs. Curtis lived in a neighborhood like my friends and I did, it was rough in some parts, but Darry was still a Soc because he was captain of the football team.

"Sure Dear, it's on the wall in the kitchen, do you need help?" She was so kind.

"No thank you." I smiled, walking to the phone. I needed to call Steve, he was probably worried about me. I needed to get out of here.

So. . . . am I still eligible for reviews or do you guys hate me? I'm so sorry, I went on Hiatus because of depression and other writer's excuses under the sun. But I promise I WILL FINISH THIS!

-The Un-Wanted Angel.