Disclaimer: Vicki's mine. Everyone else ain't.
*Vicki's POV*
Dally dead. No. That. Is. Not. Possible. I looked at Ponyboy. "Tell me it's not true! That you're just messing with my head." Ponyboy looked down. "Oh my god. That sonovabitch. How could he get himself killed?"
Every thing started to spin. Oh god. "Pony," I gasped. I felt him catch me as I started to fall. Then I blacked out.
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*Pony's POV*
Oh god. Oh god. What am I gonna do? I gently shook Vicki. "Vicki?" Nothing. "Hello. Anyone home in there?" Oh god. I've gotta get her home. That's not gonna work, she didn't tell me where she lived. I began to carry her towards my house, I quickly realized that that wasn't going to work.
There was a payphone at the end of the street; I made my why over to it. I decided to call Soda. He would be able to use Steve's car or something to come get us. I dialed the DX station. Someone answered the phone. "Soda!" I said.
"Hang on. I'll get him." I heard Steve yelling: "Soda! Your kid brothers on the phone!" I couldn't hear what Soda said. But the next thing I knew he was on the phone. "Pony."
"Soda. Look I need a ride home!"
"Shouldn't you have been home by now?"
"I'll explain later. You have to come and get me I'm at the park."
"Okay. I'll barrow Steve's car."
"Thanks Soda. Bye."
"Bye," he said hanging up.
I was sure lucky I hadn't dropped Vicki. And let me tell you it was hard to balance her and talk on the phone. I heard Soda coming before I saw him; he drives like a maniac. I opened the back door and laid Vicki on the seat. I shut the door and hopped in the front. "Who's the chick?" Soda asked.
"That's Vicki. She got me detention today. And as she was yelling at me, I told her that she sounded just like Dally. She stopped yelling almost instantly was rather amazed that I knew Dally. Well I didn't want to tell her right there that Dally was dead, so I offered to walk her home but she didn't want to go home. So we walked through the park, and when I told her Dally was dead she just passed out."
"So why don't you just take her home?"
"GLORY! Did you not just hear a word I said? I have no idea where she lives, and I can't carry for long."
"Sorry," Soda said. "Well we're here. Go open the door, Pony. I'll get her." Soda opened the car door and lifted Vicki out. I opened the door to the house. Soda laid her on the sofa in living room. "Well kid I gotta get back to work." Soda said. About five seconds later I heard Steve's car zoom out of the driveway.
I walked over to the sofa and looked down at Vicki. She was really pretty, well at least when she was asleep and not yelling at me, almost like an angel.
Ponyboy snap out of it! I told myself. After all this chick hate's your guts. I walked over to the chair and flopped down in it. May as well take a nap myself.
