A/N- Okay, here's chapter two! This one's from Sodapop's POV. Thanks for
all the great reviews, guys, and be sure to tell me what you think of this
part! Should I continue this or not?? Once again, this is for my beta-
reader superauthor Phoebe. I couldn't have written this without her
support! So here's chapter two, and review if you want a third!
It all started the day of Mom and Dad's funeral. It was the worst day of my life. No contest. I felt so terribly sad, like part of my heart had died with my parents. Everyone had always called me happy-go-lucky, but I certainly didn't feel carefree today. Thank God I had my brothers there with me- Darry on my left and Ponyboy on my right. Ponyboy was hanging onto me, sobbing into my shoulder, as if I would go away too if he didn't hang on. I've always felt so protective of him, especially that day. I broke down and began to cry in spite of my vows not to. Through my tears I glanced sideways at Darry. He wasn't crying, which was probably just as well, because it would have scared the hell out of me if he had. He simply stood there, back straight, fists shoved into his pockets. But in Darry's eyes there was something worse than tears. Beneath that icy blue exterior was a despair, a helplessness that I couldn't stand to watch. This must be so hard for him, I thought. In addition to losing his parents, he was now responsible for running his family. It was bad enough that he couldn't go to college; now he'd have to get a full-time job and raise Ponyboy and me. It was then that day, as I said goodbye to my parents, that I made a promise to myself. Darry wouldn't have to do it alone. I'd help him: with Ponyboy, with money, with anything. Hell, I thought, I'll drop out of school and get a job if that's what it takes. I tentatively reached out and squeezed my older brother's arm. Darry gave me a half-hearted grin and pulled Pony and I close to him. I'll help him, I thought. Whatever it takes, I'll help him. Sometimes that's just the way it is.
A/N- Okay, even worse than last time...but still review please
It all started the day of Mom and Dad's funeral. It was the worst day of my life. No contest. I felt so terribly sad, like part of my heart had died with my parents. Everyone had always called me happy-go-lucky, but I certainly didn't feel carefree today. Thank God I had my brothers there with me- Darry on my left and Ponyboy on my right. Ponyboy was hanging onto me, sobbing into my shoulder, as if I would go away too if he didn't hang on. I've always felt so protective of him, especially that day. I broke down and began to cry in spite of my vows not to. Through my tears I glanced sideways at Darry. He wasn't crying, which was probably just as well, because it would have scared the hell out of me if he had. He simply stood there, back straight, fists shoved into his pockets. But in Darry's eyes there was something worse than tears. Beneath that icy blue exterior was a despair, a helplessness that I couldn't stand to watch. This must be so hard for him, I thought. In addition to losing his parents, he was now responsible for running his family. It was bad enough that he couldn't go to college; now he'd have to get a full-time job and raise Ponyboy and me. It was then that day, as I said goodbye to my parents, that I made a promise to myself. Darry wouldn't have to do it alone. I'd help him: with Ponyboy, with money, with anything. Hell, I thought, I'll drop out of school and get a job if that's what it takes. I tentatively reached out and squeezed my older brother's arm. Darry gave me a half-hearted grin and pulled Pony and I close to him. I'll help him, I thought. Whatever it takes, I'll help him. Sometimes that's just the way it is.
A/N- Okay, even worse than last time...but still review please