Ch.2
I wasn't sure what to put ...so it might change....if there are any technical wrongs that don't go along with the book it isn't my fault...I haven't read it in a while because my library didn't have a single copy... how stupidly dumb is that ?! So sorry for any mistakes that I might make...lol.... o and thanx for the reviews!!! 3
Soda came home in about an hour and a half. I told him part of the story but had to stop because that crazy wave of guilt came on again and Johnny had to fill him in with the rest. His usually dancing brown eyes were expressionless. They were blank. His face was getting paler as he listened too. He looked at me with an expression that anyone else would have mistaken for tiredness. But I knew him so well I knew what he was thinking. Sodapop, the king of everything you would ever want in a person, was hating himself inside. I was doing the same thing, but it was really hard to see it in someone like Sodapop. But I could tell, behind that, he just wanted Darry to know how much he was loved and didn't know how to...express it. It was really weird and I really didn't want to go through it. To tell the truth, I wanted to go back to the vicious cycle of normality, of nothing changing. I just wanted Darry to be all right, to know how much Soda and I cared even though we didn't always show it.
Soda slowly got up from his spot on the old couch between me and Johnny. He looked like he really wanted to be there for Darry but almost didn't know how...I felt the same way. Unfortunately. He started towards Darry's room slowly. Johnny and I watched him go. He paused at the door, took a deep breath and knocked quietly. When he didn't get a response, he opened the door and quietly slipped in. Johnny and I just sat there, waiting, staring.
About twenty seconds later, Soda came out white as a sheet and slightly shaking. His chocolate colored eyes were wide open with something I've never seen before in him. Johnny and I were getting scared.
"He ain't there." I felt a shock go right through my stomach. I stared at Soda, silently begging for him to be wrong, knowing he wasn't. "Pony, he ain't there. The room's empty. The kid ain't there!" He looked like he was going to cry. "Are you sure?" I managed to stutter getting more worried by the second. Johnny just looked on, but I could tell his brain was going ninety miles an hour. Soda almost glared at me. "The room ain't that big. If there wasn't anyone in it the minute I walked in, chances are the damn room is still empty," he said in a loud unnatural voice. I was getting scared. I could tell I wasn't thinking right, something was wrong with my brother Soda too. He wasn't acting right either. The only one who seemed to have his wits about him was Johnny. "We better go look for him. He was in pretty bad shape when we were with him," he told us. Soda nodded slowly and I just stared blankly. I was trying to think but there was something there that wasn't letting me. It was starting to annoy me.
The phone rang which broke us all out of our trances. At our house, the phone almost never rang, never. Soda looked at me with a funny look and left to go answer it. Johnny and I followed him. He picked it up."Hello? What? How bad? Do you got it under control? Ok, ok we'll come over. No, I'll be there." His face was a funny color and he couldn't hang up the phone. Johnny gently took it from him and placed it in the cradle. "Soda what is it?" I asked. "Who was that? What's going on?" I was getting that wave of fear and guilt again. He didn't answer or look at me. "Get in the car Ponyboy," was all he said. He headed silently for the door, his shoulders hunched over. "Cya Pony," Johnny timidly said as he headed to go home. I grabbed his arm. "You're coming too man," I commanded. He looked questioningly at me. I snatched my jacket off the couch and headed out to the car where Soda was blaring the horn for us to come out. I jumped into the front seat and Johnny, hesitantly took the back. I was dying to know where we were going but one look at Soda told me I was going to have to wait.
He was really pale and he was gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white. His soft brown eyes were staring straight ahead and they were dark with worry. It was beginning to get dusky as we headed down the road. I had no clue what was going on. I looked back at Johnny. He was glancing around, his midnight colored eyes questioning me. I shrugged at him and turned around. Something was up. I had no clue what but I had a feeling it was pretty serious. All I knew was Darry was gone, Soda was acting almost like Dally and we were going somewhere. To where though, I had no idea and it really scared me. Where the hell was Darry? This wasn't like him at all, not like anything he did today was, but still.....this really went too far. I turned and looked out the window. It was getting darker by the minute and I was getting really really worried about Darry as was Soda and Johnny. I sighed as we sped along the road. I had a feeling this was going to be a very long night.
I don't know where I'm going with this..... I have a couple ideas.....please review and if u have any ideas...feel free to share them!
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