A/N: Yeah, yeah, I know. Christmas has passed (long ago) and this story is only at chapter 2. What can I say? I'm sorry. Maybe it'll be done by this christmas...who knows? Probably not me. Anyways, I'm really sorry for the delay. So, here's chapter 2. Remember, if you would like to see the story moving a certain direction, tell me. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I own emma, big woop. Otherwise, naddah.
After track practice, I walked outside to find Soda in an old car. He told me and Darry that he found a used truck and was going to buy it if he saved up enough money for it. I guess he did.
"You buy that truck?"
"Yeah, great ain't it?"
"Yeah." I stepped into the nearly broken down truck and looked around. It wasn't a mustang, but at least it worked. I didn't want to say anything bad about it cause I could tell Soda was really proud of it. I started to tell him about Emma, but he was just too excited to care about anything else at the moment. He still looked pale, and his cheeks were a little bit flushed too. I guess Soda saw me staring at him because he gave me a funny look.
"What?" He asked confused.
"You alright?" I questioned, a little concerned.
"Yeah…I'm fine." Then he started talking about his truck again. I could tell he was covering, though. He really didn't look that good. I just hoped he would tell me if he felt really bad. I can't even remember the last time Soda got sick, Darry yes, but Soda never gets sick.
When we arrived at home, it was almost time for dinner. I finished my math and then set the table. During dinner, I told Darry and Soda about Emma. They seemed excited for me because I think they knew how much I liked her. I noticed that Soda barely ate anything, but Darry didn't say anything so I didn't either.
After dinner, Soda went into our room, leaving the dishes for me. It didn't take that long, though. When I was finished, I was going to go check on Soda. Truthfully, I was getting worried. He hadn't come out of our room since dinner ended. My hand was on the knob, ready to go in, but then the phone rang.
"Ponyboy, come here." Shouted Darry.
"Yeah?"
"There's a girl on the phone for you." He said bluntly and then handed me the phone. I started to panic, but eventually regrouped myself enough to grab the phone from Darry.
"Hello?" I said nervously.
"Hi Ponyboy, this is Emma from English class. "
"Hey, how are you?"
"I'm fine, thanks. I just though that we should set up a time to work on the project together."
"Oh yeah, sure, does Saturday at three work for you, my house?"
"That sounds good"
"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bye, Pony." I hung up the phone with a slightly shaking hand. That wasn't so bad, and now I get to see Emma outside of school. Boy, was I ever excited.
It was about time to go to sleep, so I went into the bedroom. Soda was lying on the bed with our regular blanket and then one more on top of him. I think he was also wearing sweat pants. The house wasn't cold. I mean, sure it's winter, but we do have heating in the house. I slid into bed and glanced at Soda. He looked about the same as he did before.
"Soda, you cold?"
"Yeah, it's the damn winter man." He was still covering. I put my arm around him in an attempt to warm him up. When I touched his skin, though, it was hot. Now I was really starting to get worried. I decided to wait and see if Soda asks for help. I know he would if he really needed it, right? Maybe things will be better in the morning.