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Chapter Six: Untouched Memories
Disclaimer: I, In no way, own The Outsiders...
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"What do you mean... live with you...?"
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Well, Soda meant what he said, 'cause once shift was over, we were speeding away in my old truck, Soda behind the wheel (which as long as I live, will never let happen again...) I later came to understand that we were goin' to my place--the last thing I wanted to do.
"Think the old man's sober...?" I thought aloud.
Soda looked over to me from the wheel with a strange expression on his distinctive face. He cocked an eyebrow, but said nothing.
Five minutes later, we were pulling up to the piece of crud. I really did find it strange because people actually bothered to call a house.Soda had already parked and jumped out, waiting for me, but I just sat there and stared into space. I didn't want to go in. I still had a fresh memory of what had happened the night before – I didn't want a reminder.
What seemed like forever went by, but I was suddenly snatched back to reality as Soda tapped on my window. I took a deep breath to steady my nerves, opened the door, opened the battered in door, and jumped out.
Turning to Soda, I asked, "What're we doin' here, man?"
Why? The question hammered at my head, why? Why were we here?
Soda gave me a coy smile, "Well," he began, "If you're gonna live with us, you'll be needin' your stuff! So..." he dragged out his sentece, then turned to fave the cru--house, "We're here to get it."
I took a slightly baffled gasp--I wasn't goin' in there! I promised last night that I would never set foot in that house again!
"C'mon!" Soda, as he saw my expression, grabbed my arm and led me around the side of the run-down house. We found ourselves at the dust filled, cobweb covered back door. As I moved closer to the house, my head began to throb annoyingly and I felt more and more reluctant to step forward.
"How are we gonna get in with out him knowin'?"
Soda let out a bark and walked to over a window. It was one of the two windows to my room.
Soda slowly peered in. I rolled my eyes. My parents never went in my room--I had made it clear at a young age for them to never-go-in-my-room. I think that was one of the few times they actually listened to me... Well--at least they had gotten the message.
Letting out a humph, I walked over to Soda and lightly pushed him aside to give me some space. After a few minutes of fidgeting with the window lock, I had finally gotten it open.
The first time I moved it, though, it made a small 'squeak', and by pure instinct, Soda and I ducked to the ground. A few seconds later, I straightened up and gingerly pushed the rest of the window open. Luckily, it didn't squeak again...
I took a look around the yard to make sure the coast was clear. When all was good, I motioned for Soda to give me a leg up. I clumsily stumbled into the room, nearly knocking over a lamp, and turned to help Soda in. He almost knocked over the same lamp with his movements.
Jumping frantically, he looked around the room.
'You moron...' I thought to myself, giving him a weird look to tell just him that. I nearly laughed, but caught myself at the last second, incase my old man really was home...
Soda plopped himself backwards on a chair and started kicking something around with his foot while I practically tip-toed over to the closet--clothes sprawled all over the place. I fished out a couple of old backpacks and jersey bags, and placed a few clumps of socks, boxers, shirts, jeans, and all the other crap I could fit in.
I was going through a whole bunch of misplaced piles... when my eyes caught on something partially hidden beneath a pile of jeans. I picked at it and nearly gasped like a little girl when I realized what it was...
It was a picture of me an' Soda when we were younger...
That's when all the old and untouched memories came flooding back into my mind...
When Soda and I had first met, it was back in something like the third grade. We had become fast friends and he always came over after school. That was back when my parents didn't fight as much... but I was too young to tell the difference... or realize that their fights and drunken ways were about--and because--of me...
They had never really liked Soda... but they put up with him 'cause he had been my only friend... I guess they didn't like him 'cause of him happy-go-lucky spirit--it probably annoyed them...
Then it hit me...
I didn't love... my mother... and I didn't love... my father...
The only thing... that I think I have ever loved--or ever even cared about for that matter--was Sodapop, and the rest of the gang...
My true family...
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