Hey everybody! So the next chapter (might be) the end of Hold What You've Got. But I have been thinking of my next fanfiction to upload here! It's a three way between Book of Mormon musical, The Breakfast Club and an Avengers story. If you think I should do a certain one/have any questions, feel free to come to me! So I hope you enjoy and I only own Nancy.
A week had passed since Nancy had been a year older. Darry was becoming a great manager at the Caraway diner. Complying with the previous owner's request, the restaurant kept its old name. The other ladies at the joint had really liked the older brother. He'd even been seeing eye-to-eye with one of the chefs his age. Not only was he finding love, but Ponyboy had been falling in love with Angela Shephard. It seemed the sister was the only one who couldn't find love. Yet things would soon change.
On that night, Darry and his sister decide to walk home. The car had been in the shop and- while it was there- they would be walking home. The night was still and the air was warm. Early summers in Tulsa were always dark and humid. But nobody seemed to mind. In fact, everyone was used to it. As they walked home, the girl looked at her brother in the moonlight. He had been admired by many in his entire life. And-in the near future- would be admired by many more.
She went to hug him, when something stopped her. Nancy heard a low pitched moan in the distance, but her brother didn't seem to notice. Not until she started running down the street did he know something was up. He followed behind, keeping closely beside her. Who knows what his sister was thinking! He turned the corner to see her grabbing someone.
Steve was under a lamp post, staring at the wall before him. A needle stuck out in his arm and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked like he had just taken a seizure. That broke Nancy's heart down even more. She was sobbing, trying to get the boy back to his senses.
"Come on Steve," she sobbed," wake up! Darry, we need to get him to a hospital."
Darry didn't know how to react. Sure he wanted to save a friend's life and possibly make his sister happy. But Steve was a changed man. After Sodapop had died, he pushed himself away from the group. Everything he did just tore his sister down even more. If the older brother knew about his drug addiction, he wouldn't want the boy anywhere near her. But soon he realized she'd only wanted to help him. Just like how their mother wanted to help people…
The oldest put Steve into his arms. All he could do was moan and mumble nonsense as they bolted to the hospital. Darry looked down to see the needle was full. He tore it out of his arm to prevent any more of the drug to spill into his body. He held it in his hand, but it had slipped and smashed on the ground behind them. Nancy looked down at it, staring at the substance. Heroin- harming his body with simple injections.
"We're almost there Steve," Darry whispered.
All the other boy could do was moan again. The oldest ran into the emergency room. Nurses came, taking Steve with them into a bigger room. Nancy began to cry, thinking she would lose her best friend for good. Darry held onto her as the tears traveled from her eyes, onto her cheeks and down to the floor. It seemed like a lifetime ago that she could cry with her older brother holding her closely. All the worries just seemed to fade away for a little while. That made everything feel better for once.
The night seemed to drag on in that lit hallway. Ponyboy and Two-Bit came by once Darry called them. The youngest knew how his sister felt on the whole thing. But she didn't show it. In fact, she bore no emotion as she stared outside on the world before her. What started as a perfect friendship might be ending with one of the halves six feet under.
It bothered her- she couldn't help but feel it was her fault. Not all of it was- just the part that couldn't stop him. Sodapop's death played a big role in his best friend's addiction. Everyone knew that. Eventually, it was time to see her best friend. Nancy was the first one to enter the room. She saw Steve laying on the bed with his eyes closed. She still saw him breathing- he was alive! She sat down right next to him while the others waited outside.
"Steve?" she whispered gently," how are you feeling?"
Her best friend was looking straight ahead. The wall before him was bare, except for one painting. It was something simple- a pond with lilies surrounding it. It seemed to calm him down (what with the drugs and such). Steve didn't hear the girl at first. He'd been thinking about life and everything that occurred. One minute, the dealer had given him the injections. And now, he was lying in the hospital staring at the wall before him. Once he heard her again, he froze.
"Steve?" she asked.
"What part of not needing you in my life didn't you get!" He yelled," I can't stand you getting into my everyday life. Just leave me alone."
Tears filled in Nancy's eyes once again. But he didn't mean to shout at her. Deep on the inside, at least. The girl reached out to him, but he pushed her away. It was clear, even when she tried to help him, the friend she once loved wouldn't allow her in his life. She got up, knowing he didn't want her companionship, and left. She walked past the three and didn't say a word. Darry angrily stepped in, the other two following behind. Just because Steve was in the hospital, didn't mean anything to him.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he yelled.
Steve didn't understand what he meant. He didn't want to hear the man babble about nonsense. Instead, he wanted to get his hands on a joint. Or any kind of drug he could find. He tried to get up, but Ponyboy knocked him back down. It's clear the three weren't screwing around.
"All Nancy wanted to do was help you," the oldest said," but you pushed her away! She cried for nights on end, thinking of ways to help you. She wanted to save her best friend-you. I get it- Sodapop's death was hard on you. But what about us? His siblings that spent everyday thinking about the brother that made them feel better. The one that brought them closer. But we let it go- even though we think about him everyday."
Steve still didn't seem to get the message fully through his mind. Darry went to turn away. However, Ponyboy had done something he had never done before. Ponyboy stuck up for his sister.
"Nancy loved you Steve," he said," it's the honest truth. She wouldn't have helped you if she didn't care. But you ruined her, you son of a bitch. You hurt your chances with the one girl that cared! Think about that."
The girl- loved him? After so long, and he was too stupid to get the clues. He sat on the bed, staring into his hands. He'd made terrible mistakes in the past. But this was the worst one yet.
Meanwhile, while the conversation went on, Nancy was walking outside. Her eyes grew red from crying over the man she loved. Why didn't he love her? All she could do was let him go. Maybe she'd go back and visit him. As she walked down the street, a Mustang approached her. She didn't look back, until one of the Socs laid a hand on her. She stopped, but had yet to turn around.