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Soda's POV
After a few weeks of having Sammy around, I think everyone grew to love her and treat her like one of the gang. I mean, even Dally, who loved no one, could be caught talking to her about stuff I never knew he'd been through. And she never judged him, or any of us. I think she loved us too. One thing I did notice, was that she was never very open about her own feelings. She kept quiet, and would console people and talk to them about their problems and feelings, but she never said a word about her past or anything. She just never opened up. Then there was this nagging feeling I had inside of me about her. Every time I saw her I would feel it. Now, I have never been a fool around girls. I never really got butterflies or goose bumps. But she gave me both those things. And it scared me somethin' awful.
"Hey, I'm home!" Sammy always let herself in. She was like a part of the family. "Has the mail come yet?"
"Naw," I yelled back from my room. I was lying on my bed, thinkin' about life. But I decided to go downstairs with her.
"How was work?" I asked. Sammy had gotten a job working as a secretary at the high school were Pony goes. She doesn't love it, doesn't mind it. Darry and I love it though. It keeps her outta trouble and brings in more money.
"It was fine," She told me, smiling. I knew there were other things on her mind. "Hey, I have a question."
"Shoot," I said and leaned back in my chair.
"Do you think that Dally is really dangerous?" She asked and I couldn't think of an answer. Sure, Dally was dangerous enough. But who knew these days?
"Dangerous like, how?" I asked.
"Like, is he really violent and mean? Because I don't see it. And I heard about Sylvia. I don't know why someone would do that to him," she said, looking a little embarrassed. I guess she had heard some stories about Dallas.
"He used to be,"I answered her. "Lately, he's been more, I dunno, lax. Like, he used to talk dirty to girls and slash tires and get in trouble with the police. But now, I guess he doesn't have time for it or somethin'. He's been different."
"Hmm," she said vaguely. I thought about her question, and came up with ne of my own. "
Why do you ask?" She blushed a deep purple. Then it hit me. "You don't, like, like him or something, do you?"
"Well, no. I guess. I don't know," she mumbled. "I don't think so, at least."
"Oh, Sammy." I said. This was a complicated subject. Dally used to brag that no girl could resist him. I never believed it true until now. "He's weird. It's hard to explain."
"Don't worry, Soda. I'm not talking anything serious here." She said. "I was just interested. And if it means anything, I don't think he cares that much for me anyway." I hate it when girls say stuff like that. I mean, they don't deserve to think that a guy doesn't like them when she's crushin' hard on him.
"Don't worry about it Sammy. Dally likes you fine," I told her, and she gave me a small smile. Steve came running through the door.
"Hey, Ya'll!" He called. Steve has this really weird way of getting real happy all a sudden. It dunno if it has somethin' to do with work, but he just comes in like he owns the world sometimes. "Hey, Soda you an' Sammy wanna go to the nightly double with me an' Evie?"
"No thanks," Sammy and I answered at the same time. I don't think either of us wanted to go do the drive-in thing. Not that night. And Steve had kind of implied that we were an item, or somethin'. I reminded myself to talk to him about that the next time I had a chance. I expected Dally and Two Bit to be over in awhile, anyway. We had been hanging out as a gang a lot more lately, instead of doing our separate things. I think it was because we all missed Johnny, ya know?
Sure enough, Dally came in a half hour later. Steve and Evie had left for their movie. When Dally came in, he didn't look happy. He plopped down on the couch and sighed. "
"Hey, what's shakin'?" Sammy asked and went to sit on the couch, which was also her bed, with Dally. He might have done a number of things to any other girl, But with Sammy he just let it pour out.
"I saw Sylvia today," he began. This caught my attention. "She tried to get me to take her back, but I told her that she wasn't good enough for me and that I didn't want anything to do with her sneaky little self."
'Good for you, Dally," I said, but Dally didn't agree.
"I think I'm losin' my touch, Soda. I always used to have a girl. Now, I'm just, all alone." He said, and I couldn't help but chuckle. I mean, Dallas, worried about being single? That's crazy.
"You're worried about being single?' I asked, grinning. He scowled at me.
"No!" He snapped. "Just, forget it, okay?"
A/N: Thank you agian to everyone who reviewed. I really, really love it when I read your reveiws. I apoligize for any spelling errors. I'm working on a funky computer... We're moving so... well, you know how that goes. Anyway, thank you all agian and I hope you all continue to like my story.