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~*~SODAPOP'S POV~*~
We had a relatively uneventful dinner, if you don't count Steve and I breaking a leg off one of the kitchen chairs, accidentally, of course, and Dally showing up on our porch totally stoned.
The boys left pretty late at night, and Darry made Pony and I go to bed, despite my many complaints.
Pony was already sitting on the bed, reading a book when I walked in.
"Good book?" I asked. He smiled.
"My favorite. It's called 'Gone with the Wind'."
"Tuff. Darry's gonna skin us if we don't get some sleep soon.."
Pony closed his book without argument. "Okay."
I turned off the lights.
"If you're not in bed-" Darry stopped talking when he opened the door and saw me and Pony already in bed. We giggled under the covers.
"Night," said Darry.
"Night Darry."
He closed the door. I flung an arm over Pony.
"Good night, Soda," he said softly to me.
"G'night," I mumbled back. I closed my eyes and easily fell asleep, tired out from my hard day at work.
~*~DARRY'S POV~*~
I pulled my favorite armchair over to the small coffee table, figuring out the bills. I sighed. It had been a long day. I leaned back, resting my head on the back of the armchair.
I closed my eyes, allowing myself to forget the burden of responsibility I bore. If mom and dad were still alive, we'd still be living in the country. Dad and I would go hunting every day like we used to. I would be in college and on the football team again. And every night, when I came home, I wouldn't have to worry about how we'd get our next meal. Mom would cook up something delicious and our whole family would gather around the table and eat and eat and eat. And afterwards, I would lie on my back in the tall grass with dad, looking up at the stars. . .
~*~SODAPOP'S POV~*~
I woke up immediately when I heard a scream. I sat up and looked over next to me. Pony was tossing and turning in his sleep. He was obviously having another nightmare.
I shook him gently, trying to wake him up without hurting him.
"Come on honey, wake up."
His eyes opened, immediately filling with tears. I put my arms around him. He buried his head in my chest, bawling. I rubbed his back.
"It's okay, Pony," I soothed. "It was just a dream."
The door opened again and Darry rushed in.
"Nightmare?"
I nodded. Darry came in and sat on the other side of the bed.
"You okay, little buddy?"
Pony wiped his eyes, trying unsuccessfully to stop crying. He nodded.
"Do you remember what you dreamed about?" I asked him softly. Pony nodded again, sniffling. After a pause, he started talking.
"I was in a huge, empty field. Then I saw you and Darry and the whole gang, and I tried to run over to you, but these shadowy figures just appeared outa nowhere and they wouldn't let me. I tried really hard, but whatever I did, I just couldn't get over to you guys."
Pony started bawling again. Darry reached over and took Pony's hand, and I took his other one.
"Don't you ever worry about getting separated from us, Pony," I said.
"We won't let anyone ever take you away," Darry promised.
Darry and I stayed, holding our baby brother, until he fell asleep again. Darry tucked Pony back into bed.
"You'd better get some sleep, Soda," said Darry quietly. I nodded, gratefully sliding ito bed next to Pony.
"Night Darry."
~*~PONYBOY'S POV~*~
I woke up early the next morning and wriggled out under Soda's arm. I checked the time and frowned as I realized that I had missed the sunrise by about two hours. That usually happened when I had a nightmare the night before. I shivered as I remembered it.
I sighed, and went into the kitchen, opened the fridge and took out three eggs. I had just put the eggs down on the counter when I heard the doorbell ring. Nobody used the doorbell. Everyone usually just barged in. to tell the truth, I was surprised that it still worked.
A little curiously, I opened the door. A woman in her late thirties was standing on the doorstep, looking around at the neighborhood distastefully. She was dressed in a smart black suit and not one hair on her head was out of place. I swallowed, scared without knowing why.
"Is this the Curtis residence?" she asked briskly.
"Um. . . yes," I answered nervously, chewing on my fingernail.
"I'm from the State. I would like to speak to Darrel Curtis Jr."
I suddenly went cold. My mouth was totally dry and I found it hard to breath.
"Wait here," I managed to croak out. I ran into Darry's bedroom. He was fast asleep.
"Darry!" I said softly, trying to stay clam. "Darry, there's someone from the state here!"
Everyone please R/R!!!
Estelle Yavetil: thanks for reviewing! Ur great! :o)
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
~*~SODAPOP'S POV~*~
We had a relatively uneventful dinner, if you don't count Steve and I breaking a leg off one of the kitchen chairs, accidentally, of course, and Dally showing up on our porch totally stoned.
The boys left pretty late at night, and Darry made Pony and I go to bed, despite my many complaints.
Pony was already sitting on the bed, reading a book when I walked in.
"Good book?" I asked. He smiled.
"My favorite. It's called 'Gone with the Wind'."
"Tuff. Darry's gonna skin us if we don't get some sleep soon.."
Pony closed his book without argument. "Okay."
I turned off the lights.
"If you're not in bed-" Darry stopped talking when he opened the door and saw me and Pony already in bed. We giggled under the covers.
"Night," said Darry.
"Night Darry."
He closed the door. I flung an arm over Pony.
"Good night, Soda," he said softly to me.
"G'night," I mumbled back. I closed my eyes and easily fell asleep, tired out from my hard day at work.
~*~DARRY'S POV~*~
I pulled my favorite armchair over to the small coffee table, figuring out the bills. I sighed. It had been a long day. I leaned back, resting my head on the back of the armchair.
I closed my eyes, allowing myself to forget the burden of responsibility I bore. If mom and dad were still alive, we'd still be living in the country. Dad and I would go hunting every day like we used to. I would be in college and on the football team again. And every night, when I came home, I wouldn't have to worry about how we'd get our next meal. Mom would cook up something delicious and our whole family would gather around the table and eat and eat and eat. And afterwards, I would lie on my back in the tall grass with dad, looking up at the stars. . .
~*~SODAPOP'S POV~*~
I woke up immediately when I heard a scream. I sat up and looked over next to me. Pony was tossing and turning in his sleep. He was obviously having another nightmare.
I shook him gently, trying to wake him up without hurting him.
"Come on honey, wake up."
His eyes opened, immediately filling with tears. I put my arms around him. He buried his head in my chest, bawling. I rubbed his back.
"It's okay, Pony," I soothed. "It was just a dream."
The door opened again and Darry rushed in.
"Nightmare?"
I nodded. Darry came in and sat on the other side of the bed.
"You okay, little buddy?"
Pony wiped his eyes, trying unsuccessfully to stop crying. He nodded.
"Do you remember what you dreamed about?" I asked him softly. Pony nodded again, sniffling. After a pause, he started talking.
"I was in a huge, empty field. Then I saw you and Darry and the whole gang, and I tried to run over to you, but these shadowy figures just appeared outa nowhere and they wouldn't let me. I tried really hard, but whatever I did, I just couldn't get over to you guys."
Pony started bawling again. Darry reached over and took Pony's hand, and I took his other one.
"Don't you ever worry about getting separated from us, Pony," I said.
"We won't let anyone ever take you away," Darry promised.
Darry and I stayed, holding our baby brother, until he fell asleep again. Darry tucked Pony back into bed.
"You'd better get some sleep, Soda," said Darry quietly. I nodded, gratefully sliding ito bed next to Pony.
"Night Darry."
~*~PONYBOY'S POV~*~
I woke up early the next morning and wriggled out under Soda's arm. I checked the time and frowned as I realized that I had missed the sunrise by about two hours. That usually happened when I had a nightmare the night before. I shivered as I remembered it.
I sighed, and went into the kitchen, opened the fridge and took out three eggs. I had just put the eggs down on the counter when I heard the doorbell ring. Nobody used the doorbell. Everyone usually just barged in. to tell the truth, I was surprised that it still worked.
A little curiously, I opened the door. A woman in her late thirties was standing on the doorstep, looking around at the neighborhood distastefully. She was dressed in a smart black suit and not one hair on her head was out of place. I swallowed, scared without knowing why.
"Is this the Curtis residence?" she asked briskly.
"Um. . . yes," I answered nervously, chewing on my fingernail.
"I'm from the State. I would like to speak to Darrel Curtis Jr."
I suddenly went cold. My mouth was totally dry and I found it hard to breath.
"Wait here," I managed to croak out. I ran into Darry's bedroom. He was fast asleep.
"Darry!" I said softly, trying to stay clam. "Darry, there's someone from the state here!"
Everyone please R/R!!!