I was missing Dally a little bit today, I guess it kinda shows in this one, but I love him so oh well. Here's chapter 37!
It was this nasty and particularly empty day when Darry was hiding from the world and Pony was trying to will himself to disappear, when the most unexpected person showed up.
It all started with a knock on the door. Pony looked at the door for a moment, like he was angry at the door personally for allowing a sound to interrupt his self-pity. He had been lost deep in reminiscing. He missed Dallas, he really did. Where was Dally at when you really needed him? He had wimped out on life and ended it, he was dead, that's where he was. The first time Dally ever backed down from anything, and he was just gone.
If Dallas was here, he could fix this. That's what Pony was thinking. Darry obviously wasn't going to do anything about it, he couldn't, he didn't have the guts, but Dallas would have. He didn't know what he'd do exactly, but he figured it would be something along the lines of busting right in Randy's front door, beating the tar out of him and bring Soda back kicking and screaming if he had to. After that Dallas would probably knock since right back into Soda too, maybe even Darry too for not doing anything. But then again, he might just brush it off and not care at all. That was the thing about Dallas Winston; his hate made him unpredictable. Pony missed him, Johnny too. At least if Johnny was there he would have someone, at this point he had no one at all. His brothers were both nonexistent, his parents where gone, his best friend was six feet under. If it had been Johnny in Soda's place there would be no doubt about what Dallas would do. He would march right in there and take him back. But then Johnny was everybody's favorite, did that mean the rest of the gang didn't care as much about Soda? At least Steve had tried to do something; that was more than Darry did. But Pony still thought if Dally was around he would find a way to fix this.
The knock sounded again, this time it pulled Pony back into the real world. He sighed heavily and stood, but by the time he was up and his legs were stable enough to take him to the door, Darry was half way across the living room headed for the door. He glanced at Pony for just a moment and their eyes locked. Pony realized then that Darry had no more of an idea of what to do or say than he did. But there was someone at the door, hopefully it wasn't the state people, whoever it was Pony was going to be glad for the distraction.
Thank you for reading. I hope that last bit gets you curious about who is at the door and knocking at the Curtis house where the door is always unlocked. Please tell me who you think it is or should be, I would love to know.