Chapter 9: What They Already Know
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Third Person POV
Soda is known for making people smile, he's also known for being a bawl baby, but he's never been known for the hardened, pained, stoic, look on his face right now.
He doesn't know what to do. He looks over to Darry for a solution, he's the adult, but his face looks like a scared kid too. Soda almost laughs in a bitter chuckle, but manages to stay silent.
Darry's just a scared kid forced to grow up, and Soda's scared, and Pony's so young, he's just a little kid; barely a teenager. He lost his parents already.
"Ponyboy," Darry grinds out, licking his lips nervously. Ponyboy slowly, as if the action alone was draining, lifts his head from its position looking out the window and looks; more like stares, at Darry. His red-rimmed, green-grey orbs search Darry for any sort of solution. He coughs harshly into his fist, and Soda is reminded that Pony is still sick. Poor Kid...
"Yeah?" his voice is strained; barely above a whisper, proving that he was crying. "What?"
Darry looks like he wanted to say more, but instead he just cautiously spits out slowly, like he's carefully picking out each word. "I love you, Ponyboy,"
If this were any other situation Sodapop would be grinning from ear to ear as Ponyboy said it back, but this isn't a normal situation; in fact the very opposite.
What if that was the last thing Darry ever said to his youngest brother?
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"Why don't you lay down, Ponyboy?" Darry suggested, "The gang should be over later tonight anyway, you should rest up before they get here."
"Yeah, okay," Ponyboy mumbled in agreement, too tired to fight Darry, plus he didn't want to face the gang just yet. Maybe not ever.
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Steve, Two-Bit, Johnny, and Dally all came over about an hour later. Thanks to Two-Bit's big mouth, everyone already knew that Pony was being tested for cancer today. The boys immediately sensed the tense atmosphere and knew the results.
Two-Bit felt a wave of dread wash over him; Ponyboy was just a kid, he didn't deserve this. They all lost so much, what if they lost Pony? How's Johnnycakes gonna handle this? They're best friends, Two-Bit thought.
One word repeated on Johnny's, on everyone's, mind as he struggled to gain composure, greasers don't cry. No, no.
A/N: I really don't like this chapter, I hope it isn't as bad as I think it is.
I'm thinking I'm going to wrap this up at around 15 chapters. (10,000 words)
Aufenthalt Gold,
~Alee
