When It Use To Be Simple
Disclaimer: All of the 'Outsiders' characters belong to S.E. Hinton. Jaedyn belongs to me.
Chapter 2:
Darry
It was weird having a day off for a change. I could just relax and hang out with the guys. I kinda wished that Soda had the day too, though. I wanted the whole gang to be together. It just wasn't the same with someone missing.
The ringing phone brought me back to reality. When nobody else made a move for it, I pulled myself off the couch and grabbed the ringing annoyance off the hook.
"Hello?" I said, wondering who it could possibly be. The whole gang was here and Soda should be home any minute.
"Hi Darry." It was Soda.
"Oh, hey little buddy. Shouldn't you be on your way home?"
"Uh, that's why kinda why I'm calling," he said, "sounding more then a little different from his usual cheerful self. He continued. "Ralph called and asked me if I could work a double shift tonight. Says somethin' important came up and he can't make it in. Is that alright?"
"Fine by me if it is by you, Soda. Are you sure you want to do that, though? You were up at twenty after five this morning. You must be pretty tired. You've been workin' all day."
I know, Dar. But we need the money, and I'm not doin' to bad here. Jaed's been here since six, too, so he's keepin' me entertained. I don't know what time I'll be in so don't worry 'bout me. And don't wait up, either. You need your sleep too."
"Alright, little buddy. See you in the mornin' then."
"'Night."
"'Night."
Jaedyn
"What did Darry say?" I asked Soda.
"He said that it was okay. We'll probably be home pretty late so the guys should all be asleep when we get in. That way we can save an interrogation until mornin' at least."
I sighed, "Are you sure you don't mind we sleepin' over?"
"No way, Jaed! We have Johnny, Two-Bit, Dally, and/or Steve over all the time. No biggie. Besides I'd rather have you over at our place then at yours. Who knows what your dad will do after the incident this morning. Or even your mom for that matter!"
An interrogation was definitely inevitable. Soda and I were both covered in bruises and marks from our brief encounter with my dad this morning. And I had a feeling that one, if not both, of us would have a black eye. But, as good as my dad had gotten us, we had gotten him better. One swing at me was all it took for Soda to become unglued. Before my dad's fist even connected with my jaw, Soda had my dad on the floor and was beating the tar outta him. With the exception of a couple of his throwing random punches, the next little while went pretty much in our favour, too. Until he pulled out the gun, that is.
The first bullet went just over my head and into the wall. The second one hit me in the shoulder. Luckily, it went in and out. If he wasn't so drunk we probably wouldn't have been as lucky. And the vehicle that pulled up at that exact moment helped, too. Dad left, we helped the customer, and Soda bandaged my arm.
The whole rest of the day we were on edge wondering when and if he'd come back. So far, there wasn't any sign of him. But, because of Ralph, we still had five hours left.
Soda must've been thinkin' the same thing. He was constantly lookin' toward the door.
"Don't worry, Pepsi-Cola." I said, "It's ten o'clock now. If my dad has been drinkin' all day, which he probably has, he'll probably be passed out by now."
"I hope so." He muttered.
I nodded encouragingly, while inside I was thinking, 'Me, too.'
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Disclaimer: All of the 'Outsiders' characters belong to S.E. Hinton. Jaedyn belongs to me.
Chapter 2:
Darry
It was weird having a day off for a change. I could just relax and hang out with the guys. I kinda wished that Soda had the day too, though. I wanted the whole gang to be together. It just wasn't the same with someone missing.
The ringing phone brought me back to reality. When nobody else made a move for it, I pulled myself off the couch and grabbed the ringing annoyance off the hook.
"Hello?" I said, wondering who it could possibly be. The whole gang was here and Soda should be home any minute.
"Hi Darry." It was Soda.
"Oh, hey little buddy. Shouldn't you be on your way home?"
"Uh, that's why kinda why I'm calling," he said, "sounding more then a little different from his usual cheerful self. He continued. "Ralph called and asked me if I could work a double shift tonight. Says somethin' important came up and he can't make it in. Is that alright?"
"Fine by me if it is by you, Soda. Are you sure you want to do that, though? You were up at twenty after five this morning. You must be pretty tired. You've been workin' all day."
I know, Dar. But we need the money, and I'm not doin' to bad here. Jaed's been here since six, too, so he's keepin' me entertained. I don't know what time I'll be in so don't worry 'bout me. And don't wait up, either. You need your sleep too."
"Alright, little buddy. See you in the mornin' then."
"'Night."
"'Night."
Jaedyn
"What did Darry say?" I asked Soda.
"He said that it was okay. We'll probably be home pretty late so the guys should all be asleep when we get in. That way we can save an interrogation until mornin' at least."
I sighed, "Are you sure you don't mind we sleepin' over?"
"No way, Jaed! We have Johnny, Two-Bit, Dally, and/or Steve over all the time. No biggie. Besides I'd rather have you over at our place then at yours. Who knows what your dad will do after the incident this morning. Or even your mom for that matter!"
An interrogation was definitely inevitable. Soda and I were both covered in bruises and marks from our brief encounter with my dad this morning. And I had a feeling that one, if not both, of us would have a black eye. But, as good as my dad had gotten us, we had gotten him better. One swing at me was all it took for Soda to become unglued. Before my dad's fist even connected with my jaw, Soda had my dad on the floor and was beating the tar outta him. With the exception of a couple of his throwing random punches, the next little while went pretty much in our favour, too. Until he pulled out the gun, that is.
The first bullet went just over my head and into the wall. The second one hit me in the shoulder. Luckily, it went in and out. If he wasn't so drunk we probably wouldn't have been as lucky. And the vehicle that pulled up at that exact moment helped, too. Dad left, we helped the customer, and Soda bandaged my arm.
The whole rest of the day we were on edge wondering when and if he'd come back. So far, there wasn't any sign of him. But, because of Ralph, we still had five hours left.
Soda must've been thinkin' the same thing. He was constantly lookin' toward the door.
"Don't worry, Pepsi-Cola." I said, "It's ten o'clock now. If my dad has been drinkin' all day, which he probably has, he'll probably be passed out by now."
"I hope so." He muttered.
I nodded encouragingly, while inside I was thinking, 'Me, too.'
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