Well, most of you have no need to worry since I did the change pretty soon after the first posting, but just a couple quick notes.
Please remember that this fanfic, as stated in the summary, is all in SODAPOP'S POV! Nobody else! It also does NOT change POVs either. Remember that!
I made a slight mistake and forgot that Steve also attends to school. (smacks self) So, Steve is actually at school and Soda received a ride from Darry for those who missed that change. Terribly sorry!
Another note. Yes, these chapters aren't very 'disturbing' as some of you may have been expecting, but this is just the beginning. It is going to be on a lighter note and slightly humorous for now, but the real trauma will start soon enough. Please bear with me and I apologize if this bothers you.
A fourth note (sweatdrops). Also, the only character that we got into the head of in the novel is Ponyboy. So if you think Soda or anyone else is OOC, please tell me. I'm just trying to make Soda as the "happy-go-lucky and grinning" guy he is, as stated on page 2 of the novel. It also states "Soda'll never grow up at all.", so I'm thinking him as a bit childish. But please don't hesitate to tell me your opinions... or ask questions!
Thursday afternoon- 3:39 PM
Well... aside from the group of giggling girls off to the side whom SHOULD be in school from their looks and a fat man trying to explain to me what the weird noise he hears sounds like while driving... it was a pretty slow day.
"It's like a... ERRRR... higher though."
"All right... and you hear this noise... when?"
"While making turns and stuff."
"Sir, do you drive fast?"
"Well... is going 60 or 65 fast?"
Sighing, I brushed my hair back and gave him a "Are you for real?" look.
"Well, yes sir, most people would consider that to be a pretty fast speed. And I also think I know what's causing that strange noise."
"Oh? Do tell."
"It's the squeal of the tires while making turns because you go at such a high speed and don't have the time to slow down immediately to make a smooth maneuver. My suggestion is to slow down JUST a tad before you make a turn."
And this, ladies and gentlemen, is my attempt at sounding really intelligent... or really obvious. Take your pick.
While the fat man was rubbing his chin in thought, I noticed Steve was walking over. That means school is done... which means Pony is heading home and I can talk to him soon!
"Steve!" I waved, walking over to him. "About time you got here, I was getting bored!"
"Doesn't seem like it." He replied, looking at my current customer.
"Oh, that was nothing." I waved my hand carelessly. "Why don't I leave him to you and I shall attend to the ladies?" Patting him on the shoulder, I gave him a wink to his glare. "Have fun!" I waved and ran off.
"Bastard!" He shouted, waving a fist at me, but I could see he was trying to hide his grin. That Steve... what a guy.
"Good afternoon ladies! How may I be of assistance?" I questioned innocently, once reaching them. I know these girls are just here to flirt, but there's nothing wrong with that. Believe me, I'm not idiot when it comes to people.
All right... I lied. Ponyboy is pretty hard to figure out anymore. I mean, I can tell when there's something wrong... but I can never figure out what.
Thursday evening- 7:52 PM
"And done!" I shouted, slamming the wrench down on the table. You see, I was helping Steve work on cars since there was nobody in the need of gas.
"Great." My buddy mumbled, rubbing his forehead with a cloth. "Now we can get the hell outta here."
"CURTIS! RANDLE!" Yikes, the boss is yelling... which is usually a bad sign.
"Yes sir?" We asked, facing the man.
"I'm afraid I can't let the two of you leave just yet. I have another car in the back that needs fixed by tomorrow morning."
Oh no! That means I might not get to talk to Ponyboy!
"Don't you boys worry though. It should only take about an hour or so to fix."
Well... maybe he'll still be up when I get home.
"Get to work!"
"Yes sir!"
Thursday night- 10:17 PM
An hour, my butt! That was two, not one!
"Steve!" I started whining, which I usually do when I'm tired. "I wanna go home!"
"Ya think I like being here?" He yelled back, obviously as tired as myself. "Well..." He took a couple deep breaths to calm down. "The good news is that we're finished."
"All right!"
"The bad news is that we have to wait until that ass comes back."
"Oh." The 'ass' he's referring to is the boss. As you can tell, Steve is not too fond of him. I wouldn't say that I am... but I try not to make it as obvious. I got a job to keep!
Late Thursday night- 11:21 PM
Stupid, stupid boss jerk! How dare he make us wait another hour after finishing our work to come back from wherever the hell he went! That's like...
Wait, I have to count. 1... 2...
Three hours! Of course, my version of our frustration is the 'edited' version compared to Steve's. The poor guy...
After waving good-bye to Steve, I ran home. I mean, as fast as I could. I know, I know. I'm not as nearly as fast as Ponyboy but I'm trying.
Walking in the house and collapsing onto the floor, I looked up only to find Darry glaring at me. Honestly, what's with everyone and glaring at me?
"Heh heh... I'm home, honey?" I tried, waving a bit.
"Welcome home darling... and where might you have been in the last three hours that you should HAVE been home?"
And so, here where I told him about the stupid boss jerk and how he made us work overtime and anything else that was important.
Luckily for me, Darry was in a good mood and let me off with a swat at the head. I'm so lucky to have an understanding brother. As for the other sibling...
He was lying in bed, already sleeping. Well... there's goes my chance to talk to him.
I took my shower and put on some pants, but just as I was climbing, I noticed something on the desk. Walking over, I saw that it was a huge stack of papers... I mean, really huge.
Looking at the cover, it said "My Theme" and then at the bottom, "By Ponyboy Curtis." So this is his theme he was talking about...
Does he honestly expect me to read all one hundred plus (I'm estimating here since I don't count that well either) pages of this?