Darry POV
I couldn't believe that Steve had the gall to call Two-Bit so early on a Saturday. I was mildly amused when he showed up with a disheveled- looking Mickey Mouse pajama shirt and weird striped flannels, and almost laughed, but then my fatigue and depression kicked back in almost immediately. Then Two-Bit started complaining, and I did some explaining, with Steve oddly backing me up. I never knew him to back anyone up. He's probably just doing it to get Soda back. Oh well. I was grateful at the moment.
Two-Bit cut back on the sharp remarks, probably for my benefit, and then I realized something. Greaser friends are good for helping you in a rumble against Socs. But in a courtroom, there is no one who could help you less than Two-Bit. So I figured that I should get serious about the case and tell them to beat it so I could work on something.
Then, in one swift, fleeting moment, I heard something weird. I heard a loud calling of my name. It sounded like Pony's voice, but it may have been Soda's. It was so fast. I didn't know where it came from, but I was the only one in the room who noticed it. My head involuntarily swerved around to see where the call had come from. I realized where it must have originated, and I cursed my weakness. Then I spun around to face Steve and Two-Bit. "Out! Both of you out!" That moment I sank down to the table, finally succumbing to all of the physical and emotional blows of the past two months. I started to cry quietly, and then heard my name called again.
I knew it must be psychological. This was bad. I once read that people are very likely to mistake random noise around them for their name, but there was no noise around me. So I paced around the room, trying to get the Pony/Soda voice away from me. Then I sat down at the table and promptly fell asleep until noon.
I couldn't believe that Steve had the gall to call Two-Bit so early on a Saturday. I was mildly amused when he showed up with a disheveled- looking Mickey Mouse pajama shirt and weird striped flannels, and almost laughed, but then my fatigue and depression kicked back in almost immediately. Then Two-Bit started complaining, and I did some explaining, with Steve oddly backing me up. I never knew him to back anyone up. He's probably just doing it to get Soda back. Oh well. I was grateful at the moment.
Two-Bit cut back on the sharp remarks, probably for my benefit, and then I realized something. Greaser friends are good for helping you in a rumble against Socs. But in a courtroom, there is no one who could help you less than Two-Bit. So I figured that I should get serious about the case and tell them to beat it so I could work on something.
Then, in one swift, fleeting moment, I heard something weird. I heard a loud calling of my name. It sounded like Pony's voice, but it may have been Soda's. It was so fast. I didn't know where it came from, but I was the only one in the room who noticed it. My head involuntarily swerved around to see where the call had come from. I realized where it must have originated, and I cursed my weakness. Then I spun around to face Steve and Two-Bit. "Out! Both of you out!" That moment I sank down to the table, finally succumbing to all of the physical and emotional blows of the past two months. I started to cry quietly, and then heard my name called again.
I knew it must be psychological. This was bad. I once read that people are very likely to mistake random noise around them for their name, but there was no noise around me. So I paced around the room, trying to get the Pony/Soda voice away from me. Then I sat down at the table and promptly fell asleep until noon.