New chapter! Just an FYI...these will not be going in chronological order. They will be somewhat just one-shots.

I'm trying out all different writing styles for this. So bare with me..it's a little all over the place. But hopefully interesting.

The Thing About Virginia

She's beautiful. Her hair is the kind if blonde that doesn't come out of a bottle poured over a bathroom sink. It's wavy and you like to run your fingers through it, feel how they flow straight through without snagging.

Her chin and her nose are pointed and she says that she hates it. She wishes they were more rounded, like Grace Kelly's.

You insist to her that Grace Kelly has nothing on Virginia Spencer. She tuts, calls you nothing but a flirt.

You inform her that your Mother has taught you well. You never tell a lie.

She is an expert at knowing you. It's one of the reasons you love her so much. So much. She listens when you talk and she knows what to say and when to be quiet.

And you tell her things you don't even know you know.

About how Ponyboy is going to college and you're so proud of him but you're worried Darry's sad about it. Even though it's what he pushed for so long. Jealous. His work with your brother is done and now he's bored.

And she just gets it.

Her mother is dead. So is yours, but hers has been gone for longer. The way she tells it, when she was 4, her mom got too sick to live so God just took her out of mercy.

You don't tell her that you don't think it makes sense. It's too simple to be real. That if that were true your parents would be alive, and both your smart-as-hell brothers would be going to college without having to to take turns or whatever the hell they had planned.

And you feel guilty because you got let off easy when it came to them.

Even if there hadn't been an accident you would've ended up out of school and at the DX one way or another.

But Darry could've been something else. Something other than a roofer. And Pony wouldn't have those weights on his shoulders. That he was ripping going to college from right under his brothers feet.

You tell Virgina that, too. It just spills out when you're in the bed together and your hands are in that hair you love so much.

You let her know about your brother, who roofs rich people's houses all day only to come home and swallow a few aspirin cause his back is killing him.

And she replies with something Darry has told you a thousand times. But it's different coming from her.

"He was happier than he'll ever be right with you and your brother," she explains, gentle and calming. It just about makes you melt. "Cause if it were any other way he wouldn't be able to stand it. Cause Darry's.." she sighs, and it's soothing. God you love her so much. "Darry's a good guy, y'know?"

You know.

Darry's a good guy in both the sense that he'll pay up if he loses to you when he's shooting pool, and that he'll basically adopt his two orphan brothers the day after his parents are brutally killed in a car wreck. The thought of Darry, what he has done, makes you shudder.

And of course Virginia can make you see that.

Pony likes Virginia because they sort of think the same way. Maybe that's why you can talk to her so easy, cause it's like talking to your kid brother. But sexy.

And of course, there's the fact that you can't help but smile whenever you see her. Boy is she beautiful.

You're so lucky. Because for someone who got off so easy, you don't deserve her.

News Broken

She waits for him, worrying. Her doctor had told her not to worry like that, that she could make herself sick if she did.

So she tries to calm herself down. For the baby.

Come to think of it, maybe it's the baby swimming around in her stomach causing her to be like this. She tilts her head up and faces herself in the vanity mirror. Her too-pointy chin and the dark circles under her eyes stare back at her.

It's Soda's. It's Soda's.

Of course it has to be Soda's. She'll be lucky if she's been face to face with another boy since she started dating him. Besides her father and the one who brought the check to their table on their last date.

Dating. God, she's still dating him. And now she made him a father.

She drops her face into her hand, ashamed. A ring from her mom hits her forehead.

Despite herself she smiles. Cause Soda's gonna make a great dad. She sees the way he talks to his little brother.

She had gone to the last track meet. He's a star runner, that kid, and Soda knows it. She had grinned when he clapped his hand over his Ponyboy's shoulder. He was her's.

For now. Her mouth goes dry. What was he going to tell his brothers? She could tear them apart. Ruin their family. After all they had done to fix it..

She hears the front door clatter shut and sticks her hands in the pockets of her pedal pushers, sweating.

By the sound and the quickness of the shoes on the hardwood floor she can tell it's him. It has to be him. She's bracing herself, sucking in her breath and preparing for the worst.

His head pops into the room. Soda is smiling, but he can't hide from her the fact that he's worried about why he's been called here.

Virginia feels guilty. She hates making him worry, cause he's such a happy guy, but sadness looks like it belongs on his face.

"Hey, babe."

He sits down next to her. The bed creaks with his weight. She feels his arm around her, pressing her shoulders against his. She breaths into him. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" Soda is looking at her, trying to act casual, and she's embarrassed. She knows what he's thinking about. That other girl, Sandy. The one who had someone else's kid.

She reaches up to feel her nose and sniffs. She can't let him be worried for too long. God knows what's running through his head. She pulls herself together for the sake of Soda.

Might as well just spit it out. "I'm pregnant," she tells him. It comes out snotty and wet.

"Oh, God."

Soda's arm uncoils from around her. The bed rises as he stands up, leaning on her dresser. "How—"

"You know how, Soda," she breaths, trying to contain her patience with him. It's uncoiling, whipping around the spool. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

She can't look at him. Her face is burning, everything is numb. She wants to cry but she can't. It wouldn't be good for the baby.

She feels herself, spinning out of control. Nothing is good for the baby.

"It's mine?" Soda turns around to face her. God, he looks hot right now. His hair isn't greased back. It's sticking up off his forehead, wheat-colored and slicked with nervous sweat. She hopes their kid looks like him.

She frowns. "Of course it's yours." She hates Sandy, making him think otherwise. She takes a shuddery breath. Her heart beats, ragged. "It couldn't—I wouldn't—"

"Oh, good lord," Soda is looking at her now. He's shaking, and she can't tell if he's laughing or not. But he sure is smiling. "Didja hear that? I'm gonna be a dad."

A dad. Next thing she knows she's smiling back at him. Her vision swirls. He's going to raise a kid with her. She's getting dizzy, thinking about everything that needs to get done. They need to buy clothes for the kid. They have to get married.

Her breath hitches. She loves him.

"And you're gonna be a damn good one."

I'm not a fan of the style at the end. But tell me what you think.

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