CHAPTER 9 (thanks for the reviews! Keep sending, good or bad)
All characters are Hinton's except for Kayla, but you already know that so on with the story. I've been thinking about doing this for awhile, but I just decided to do one chapter here and there of how this is affecting Darry, Sodapop, Two-bit, and Steve.
******************Darry**************************
I'm not quite sure what made me change my mind, to go ahead and try to help Ponyboy. I think I must've already known, somewhere deep down, that something was wrong with Pony cause of how he'd been acting. But then again, I've never really understood Ponyboy. One day he'd be fine, the next he'd be acting strange. So it was hard to tell when something was bothering him.
I think I really knew his first day of 11th grade. He got home real late and he didn't eat much at all. The main thing I noticed, though, was the red. Red all around his eyes, in his eyes. Veins, his eyes were full of thick, red veins. And he took a whole lot of aspirin that night, didn't even try to hide it from me like he usually does.
Yep, that's when I knew. But I didn't want to deal with it then, so I pretended it wasn't there. Then Soda had to come home and prove to me that it was.
*************************Sodapop****************************
Some days he'd walk in looking like a robot, going through all the necessary movements to keep me and Darry from finding out. It wasn't hard to figure out what was going on, though. Sometimes he couldn't balance real well by himself, and so he'd sit down and claim his stomach hurt. Other times he'd be real happy, like, crazy-happy and he'd run too much and yell too much and then he'd stop because the drugs had worn off and he was his self again.
But I tried to trust him. I didn't want to believe that my own kid brother who knew me best in the whole world would do that to himself for just one girl.
When he got up that night to go see Kayla, I woke up, too. I went into the kitchen for a glass of water, my head hurt real bad. I figured Ponyboy would be in there too. At least I'd hoped he would. That's when I saw her purse, lying on the counter. I'd picked it up and rummaged through it, finding make-up, house keys, and Marijuana. The necessities of life.
************************Two-Bit******************************
Marijuana. Ponyboy. That's what Darry told me, that Ponyboy's on drugs. I'm not sure why, but that just doesn't seem possible to me. At first, I didn't even believe him, but Darry's not the type to kid around. Especially about something like this.
We were almost over Dally and Johnny's death, and I guess that the world decided it wasn't good for us to be happy for any amount of time, so it threw this at us. I'm worried about the little guy, he's not like the rest of us. He's easily influenced.
Not to mention how extremely selfish he's being. Not only is he giving Soda and Darry an extreme head-ache, but now there's no beer over there anymore, and that's just wrong.
************************Steve*****************************
Sodapop sure has a funny way of telling people bad news. He wanted me to know, but he didn't want to tell me. I couldn't help but think how interesting it was, a turn of events, so to speak.
But it was awfully upsetting to Soda, and so I had to be a little upset. Not that I want Pony to be an addict or anything, it's just that I've rather enjoyed him being grounded. It means there is less of him around. He used to be there every time I turned my around. It's nice.
***********************Darry**********************************
I'm not sure what Sandy was expecting, but I'm pretty sure she didn't get the warm welcome from Soda that she wanted. She always tries to be so, right. It's just annoying how she always wants to be right. And she's not always right. And she hates it when she's not.
I used to like Sandy a whole lot, but she nearly killed Sodapop inside. She left him and at the worst possible time. She knows too much about him now, what he likes and what he doesn't. He's told her about our parents and about why he quit school. She always said she understood. Apparently she didn't.
So, yeah, of course I'm mad at her. But seriously, what kind of person comes to her ex-boyfriend's house with the baby she conceived from someone else while dating him?
*************************Sodapop**************************
What was there to say? She was standing there, acting like no time has passed at all. I think she expected me to forgive her. And I might've, about a year ago. But now, now, I'm stronger. I don't love her. I hate her. She used me and her sister used Ponyboy and I hate her and her family.
It just made me feel weird, having her there, her new baby wrapped up in her arms. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if she'd said yes. I'd be a step-dad. But maybe Sandy wouldn't have told the baby I wasn't her real dad. Maybe I'd actually be "Daddy."
I'm glad she said no. Two-Bit's right. I'm too good for her. Or, at least too good looking.
****************************Two-Bit**************************
No chocolate cake in the whole house. Sure, they TOLD me there was no cake, but I didn't actually believe them. I figured they were just hiding it from me because I'd already gone through three cakes that week alone. But there really wasn't any. Darn.
All characters are Hinton's except for Kayla, but you already know that so on with the story. I've been thinking about doing this for awhile, but I just decided to do one chapter here and there of how this is affecting Darry, Sodapop, Two-bit, and Steve.
******************Darry**************************
I'm not quite sure what made me change my mind, to go ahead and try to help Ponyboy. I think I must've already known, somewhere deep down, that something was wrong with Pony cause of how he'd been acting. But then again, I've never really understood Ponyboy. One day he'd be fine, the next he'd be acting strange. So it was hard to tell when something was bothering him.
I think I really knew his first day of 11th grade. He got home real late and he didn't eat much at all. The main thing I noticed, though, was the red. Red all around his eyes, in his eyes. Veins, his eyes were full of thick, red veins. And he took a whole lot of aspirin that night, didn't even try to hide it from me like he usually does.
Yep, that's when I knew. But I didn't want to deal with it then, so I pretended it wasn't there. Then Soda had to come home and prove to me that it was.
*************************Sodapop****************************
Some days he'd walk in looking like a robot, going through all the necessary movements to keep me and Darry from finding out. It wasn't hard to figure out what was going on, though. Sometimes he couldn't balance real well by himself, and so he'd sit down and claim his stomach hurt. Other times he'd be real happy, like, crazy-happy and he'd run too much and yell too much and then he'd stop because the drugs had worn off and he was his self again.
But I tried to trust him. I didn't want to believe that my own kid brother who knew me best in the whole world would do that to himself for just one girl.
When he got up that night to go see Kayla, I woke up, too. I went into the kitchen for a glass of water, my head hurt real bad. I figured Ponyboy would be in there too. At least I'd hoped he would. That's when I saw her purse, lying on the counter. I'd picked it up and rummaged through it, finding make-up, house keys, and Marijuana. The necessities of life.
************************Two-Bit******************************
Marijuana. Ponyboy. That's what Darry told me, that Ponyboy's on drugs. I'm not sure why, but that just doesn't seem possible to me. At first, I didn't even believe him, but Darry's not the type to kid around. Especially about something like this.
We were almost over Dally and Johnny's death, and I guess that the world decided it wasn't good for us to be happy for any amount of time, so it threw this at us. I'm worried about the little guy, he's not like the rest of us. He's easily influenced.
Not to mention how extremely selfish he's being. Not only is he giving Soda and Darry an extreme head-ache, but now there's no beer over there anymore, and that's just wrong.
************************Steve*****************************
Sodapop sure has a funny way of telling people bad news. He wanted me to know, but he didn't want to tell me. I couldn't help but think how interesting it was, a turn of events, so to speak.
But it was awfully upsetting to Soda, and so I had to be a little upset. Not that I want Pony to be an addict or anything, it's just that I've rather enjoyed him being grounded. It means there is less of him around. He used to be there every time I turned my around. It's nice.
***********************Darry**********************************
I'm not sure what Sandy was expecting, but I'm pretty sure she didn't get the warm welcome from Soda that she wanted. She always tries to be so, right. It's just annoying how she always wants to be right. And she's not always right. And she hates it when she's not.
I used to like Sandy a whole lot, but she nearly killed Sodapop inside. She left him and at the worst possible time. She knows too much about him now, what he likes and what he doesn't. He's told her about our parents and about why he quit school. She always said she understood. Apparently she didn't.
So, yeah, of course I'm mad at her. But seriously, what kind of person comes to her ex-boyfriend's house with the baby she conceived from someone else while dating him?
*************************Sodapop**************************
What was there to say? She was standing there, acting like no time has passed at all. I think she expected me to forgive her. And I might've, about a year ago. But now, now, I'm stronger. I don't love her. I hate her. She used me and her sister used Ponyboy and I hate her and her family.
It just made me feel weird, having her there, her new baby wrapped up in her arms. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if she'd said yes. I'd be a step-dad. But maybe Sandy wouldn't have told the baby I wasn't her real dad. Maybe I'd actually be "Daddy."
I'm glad she said no. Two-Bit's right. I'm too good for her. Or, at least too good looking.
****************************Two-Bit**************************
No chocolate cake in the whole house. Sure, they TOLD me there was no cake, but I didn't actually believe them. I figured they were just hiding it from me because I'd already gone through three cakes that week alone. But there really wasn't any. Darn.