Chapter 3 (please keep the reviews coming, good or bad!)
Ok, I've never given any credit to S.E. Hinton. They are all her characters and all great characters. This is written from Ponyboy's viewpoint, and it takes place about a year after the original story. This is my first fanfic, so I'm even willing to take flame letters, just as long as I can figure out how to make my next fanfics better. Ok, on to the story. Enjoy!
The painful look on Soda's face kills me inside. He's not really angry anymore, even, just disappointed. Disappointed that my grades are slipping seriously. Disappointed that I won't see things his way. Disappointed that I'm ruining my life for one girl, one girl who, in Soda's eyes, isn't worth shit. Disappointed in me. "I have to tell Darry. You know I have to tell Darry, don't you? I've known for so long, now. I just never had a way to prove it. If you think I haven't noticed the empty spot in bed, night after night. If you think I don't know how it feels to be so in love you'd do anything to keep her- you know that I've been there." His voice trails off again. I wonder what he's thinking, wonder if he's worried about me or if he's just worried that if I'm caught, him and me will have to go live in some home somewhere. Maybe he's even silently wishing I'd just disappear. Maybe if he prays hard enough, I'll be gone. "Darry doesn't even know I'm going with Kayla, he thinks we're just friends. And that's all I want him to know, so butt-out, will ya?" Help me, soda. I silently pray. Tell Darry. Make this all go away! God must've sent the message because Soda says, "Well, he's about to find out that you're not 'just friends.' I'm not goin' to just stand by and watch you ruin your life, Pony. If you think I am, you're sadly mistakin'." Thank God for that!!!!
Soda drives around a while, thinking and taking this all in. Then he goes to the gas station, buys himself a coke and picks up Steve. As they get into the car, I say, "I'm thirsty, too, Soda, can I have some of your coke?" His answer catches me off guard. "Oh, sure you can. I want to get high on drugs, too, you know. Can I have some of your damn marijuana?" Steve's eyes' get real big. I can't tell if he's about to laugh or if he's actually worried. Most everyone I know would shut-up right then and there, but not Steve. He just says, "Marijuana? Ponyboy? That doesn't make any sense, though. Not even Dally took Marijuana. And Ponyboy's always been the good one out of us all. So, if Pony's takin' Marijuana, then." Soda's getting' as sick of hearing Steve go on as I am. "Steve, shut-up, will you? I'm trying to think.to figure things out. It would help quite a lot if you would just shut-up." And Steve does shut-up. Real fast. We drive quietly the rest of the way home.
Soda sits in the car for awhile, then he asks Steve if he can go, and that he may not be at work tomorrow. After Steve leaves, Soda says, in a calmer voice then he's been using, "You need to get ready for this, Ponyboy. This isn't like anything you've ever done before. Darry's going to be mad, real mad. Madder than he was when he hit you because you came in so late. Madder than the time you tried alchol and got drunk. Do you hear what I'm saying, Ponyboy?" I nod. "Then come on. We'll have to tell him sooner or later, and now's as good a time as any." I nod again and get out of the car, readying myself as best I know how for what me and Soda know is coming.
Ok, I've never given any credit to S.E. Hinton. They are all her characters and all great characters. This is written from Ponyboy's viewpoint, and it takes place about a year after the original story. This is my first fanfic, so I'm even willing to take flame letters, just as long as I can figure out how to make my next fanfics better. Ok, on to the story. Enjoy!
The painful look on Soda's face kills me inside. He's not really angry anymore, even, just disappointed. Disappointed that my grades are slipping seriously. Disappointed that I won't see things his way. Disappointed that I'm ruining my life for one girl, one girl who, in Soda's eyes, isn't worth shit. Disappointed in me. "I have to tell Darry. You know I have to tell Darry, don't you? I've known for so long, now. I just never had a way to prove it. If you think I haven't noticed the empty spot in bed, night after night. If you think I don't know how it feels to be so in love you'd do anything to keep her- you know that I've been there." His voice trails off again. I wonder what he's thinking, wonder if he's worried about me or if he's just worried that if I'm caught, him and me will have to go live in some home somewhere. Maybe he's even silently wishing I'd just disappear. Maybe if he prays hard enough, I'll be gone. "Darry doesn't even know I'm going with Kayla, he thinks we're just friends. And that's all I want him to know, so butt-out, will ya?" Help me, soda. I silently pray. Tell Darry. Make this all go away! God must've sent the message because Soda says, "Well, he's about to find out that you're not 'just friends.' I'm not goin' to just stand by and watch you ruin your life, Pony. If you think I am, you're sadly mistakin'." Thank God for that!!!!
Soda drives around a while, thinking and taking this all in. Then he goes to the gas station, buys himself a coke and picks up Steve. As they get into the car, I say, "I'm thirsty, too, Soda, can I have some of your coke?" His answer catches me off guard. "Oh, sure you can. I want to get high on drugs, too, you know. Can I have some of your damn marijuana?" Steve's eyes' get real big. I can't tell if he's about to laugh or if he's actually worried. Most everyone I know would shut-up right then and there, but not Steve. He just says, "Marijuana? Ponyboy? That doesn't make any sense, though. Not even Dally took Marijuana. And Ponyboy's always been the good one out of us all. So, if Pony's takin' Marijuana, then." Soda's getting' as sick of hearing Steve go on as I am. "Steve, shut-up, will you? I'm trying to think.to figure things out. It would help quite a lot if you would just shut-up." And Steve does shut-up. Real fast. We drive quietly the rest of the way home.
Soda sits in the car for awhile, then he asks Steve if he can go, and that he may not be at work tomorrow. After Steve leaves, Soda says, in a calmer voice then he's been using, "You need to get ready for this, Ponyboy. This isn't like anything you've ever done before. Darry's going to be mad, real mad. Madder than he was when he hit you because you came in so late. Madder than the time you tried alchol and got drunk. Do you hear what I'm saying, Ponyboy?" I nod. "Then come on. We'll have to tell him sooner or later, and now's as good a time as any." I nod again and get out of the car, readying myself as best I know how for what me and Soda know is coming.