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A/N:
Also, I wasn't sure what I was going to do as far as the description of the boys, seeing as Dally has dark hair in the movie but in the book he's blonde, so -though I feel terrible about this- I think I'll go off their movie appearances, just because they're easier for me to envision.
-Gracella
"Time to wake up, Pepsi-Cola." The voice penetrated Sodapop's dreamless slumber, and the sixteen year old groggily sat up, his blue eyes bleary as he ran a hand through his hair.
"Yeah, just a few more minutes Dar." He muttered, slumping back onto his thin pillow. Sunlight streamed through the dusty shades, filtering onto the scuffed flooring.
It was the first day of sunshine in a week, and to Sodapop Curtis, it felt like a sign. It had been five days since the funeral, and still he had so many questions about what was going to happen to those left of his family.
"Now,Soda." Darry's voice came again from downstairs, using a tone far harsher than he had ever used when his parents were alive.
Soda sighed at the thought, it had been barely over a week, he remembered, since the accident, yet it felt like months. He took a deep breath and jumped out of bed, determined to face the world with his trademark energy. He hummed a bubbly,catchy tune
/under his breath, that sounded vaguely like something Elvis has sung, just way off key. The sixteen year old climbed into the shower, effectively cleansing yesterday's grease from his hair before applying today's dosage.
Forgetting his shirt in a verySoda-like fashion, he made his way downstairs. Darry was attempting to cook some eggs- or at least, that's what Soda assumed they were. It was difficult to tell with all that smoke billowing from the pan.
"Cooking up a five-star meal, Darry?" Soda quipped cheerfully. Ponyboy looked up from the book he was reading, and Soda didn't miss the look his younger and older brothers exchanged with each other.
"At least they ain't green like when you last made them, little buddy." Darry replied, though Soda sensed the hesitation in his voice.
They hadn't exchanged any sarcastic banter since the accident, and Soda was determined to bring things back to normal as possible.
"It was part of my artistic expression." He responded with a vague shrug of his shoulders.
"Go put a shirt on, Sodapop. You got school today." Darry stated gruffly, and the cheerful moment was over.
Soda's face fell at the mention of school, and when he looked up, he saw Pony's expression matched. The normality of school seemed out of place in their season of grief, and Sodapop wasn't too fond of the place in the beginning.
"I was kinda hoping we could wait a little while longer before goin' back." He said carefully as Darry set a plate of charcoal eggs in front of his siblings.
"We gotta get things back to normal around here if you two wanna stay out of a boy's home." Darry replied without hesitation, his eyes lingering over his younger siblings. Soda nodded miserably in response, but suddenly looking up, staring at his brother.Does that mean...?
"Darry, you're keeping us?" He said quickly, as if the faster he said it, the more likely it was true.
Darry scoffed, shoving Soda's shoulder.
"I thought that was a given. You two just gotta stay outta trouble and we'll all get to stay together. We ain't losin' anybody else, alright?"
Pony gave a gleeful cry that could only be described as Steve-like, and the two younger brothers leaped up to give the eldest a rough embrace. A rare grin flashed over Darry's countenance before he quickly replaced it with his usual brooding stare, asif
showing emotion might bring everything crashing down.
Soda ate whatever part of his breakfast was salvageable -and a little leftover chocolate cake from the previous night-before grabbing a dishrag to help Darry with the dishes. Ponyboy had to leave for school earlier than Soda, as his was a little furtheraway.
He was gonna be in high school next year, but for now the two brothers were still in separate locations. With a finalflourish of the towel on the dishes and a quick jog upstairsto grab a shirt, Soda found himself at the door, as he ready ashe
could be for the school day ahead.
"See ya, Dar." He called, running outside. Soda was jogging past the mailbox when a flash of white caught his eye. His eyebrow arched, and he walked to the postbox, opening it up. His stomach plummeted to his feet as he saw the contents. Bill, after bill,after
bill. He quickly shut it again with a ferocity that made it seem as if the box had been full of poisonous spiders as opposed to slips of paper. To the Curtis brother's,however, those bills were just as dangerous.
The bounce in his step was gone as he trudged to the local high school, the reality of their situation weighing heavily on his young mind. The brick school building rose into view, and he was soon met by Steve and Two-Bit. Two-Bit was stumbling around
witha grin, the evidence of alcohol on his breath and amusement in his eyes. Soda quickly filled them in on the events of the morning, save for the discovery.
"Wait, wait, wait," Two-Bit started, his grin widening. "Mister Could-Pass-For-A-Soc-If-He-Just-Washed-His-Hair is gonna try to raise the two of you?"
Soda shrugged, allowing a smile to cross his face at the phrasing of his friends blunt words.
"Looks that way, Two-Bit. Just wished he'd focus a little more on his cooking skills."
Steve pocketed his hands, chuckling. "This issure gonnabe interesting."
"Sure will." Soda replied, then the three of them sauntered into the building, not caring about the fact that the bell had rung at least ten minutes ago.
R & R. Believe me, next chapter is going to be awesome. #EnterSandy.
Also, sorry this one was a little shorter (and not my best)I just finished out the school year and was a little busy.