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-Stay Gold!
Fly Back to Me.
J. H. M. Lancell
"You got a place to stay tonight?" Steve asked as he helped Sodapop lower the garage door and locked it. They were closing The DX for the night until the morning shift would arrive.
"Yeah, I'll be good." Sodapop replied. Steve wasn't too convinced. Numerous times he's found his friend sleeping in ally-ways, or someplace else cold; one time he found him sleeping in a customer's car when he arrived to work one morning. Steve would rather Sodapop sleep on his couch at his place, but knowing his Dad, Steve knew Sodapop could stay maybe a day or two, maximum.
"You sure? My old man will more than likely be drunk coming home tonight, I don't mind." Steve insisted.
"Nah, I won't spend the night, but I'll have to come over for a shower and to change my clothes. I got a hot date." Sodapop grinned. Steve chuckled, Sodapop could manage to get any girl he wanted to. He wondered who the lucky girl was.
"Who is she?" Steve asked.
"Sandra is her name. But she said I could call her Sandy. She's really good, Steve. She's smart, she's beautiful, aw man, just one of a kind. She's a greaser, like us, but she's polite and doesn't laugh or cry at everything." Soda rambled on and on about this Sandy girl and Steve couldn't help but smile the whole time. Soda really deserved someone like Sandy.
Steve listened to Sodapop continue to babble on the whole ride back to his place.
Man, he thought. This guy really likes her.
X x X
"Darry! That you?" A voice called from the kitchen. Johnny walked a head of Ponyboy.
"Nah, it's just us, Dally." Johnny called, then he turned to his new friend. "Dallas Winston, but we call him Dally, or Dal, He's a pretty mean guy, but once you get to know him, he's okay."
Ponyboy nodded and couldn't help but be taken back by the appearance of Dallas (1). Dallas was a tall, slender man with some built on him. Dallas had dark hair to match his dark eyes. Johnny was right, he did look mean with the way he was glaring suspiciously at the two while eating a sandwich. He had on a dark brown coat, dirty jeans and his shoes looked like they had seen better days.
"Johnny, who's this?" He asked.
"This is Ponyboy. Found him at the lot. He's got no where to go, can he stay here?" Johnny asked, quietly. Dallas eye'd Ponyboy for a brief moment before smirking.
"You for real? Ponyboy?" He asked.
Ponyboy frowned. What was Dallas getting at ?
"I mean, is that your name? Ponyboy? Answer me!" Dallas demanded. Ponyboy had known kids like Dallas back at the Foster Homes. All of them were bossy, cold, and rude. The best thing to do to these kids was to take a stand to them, but Dallas looked like he could crush Ponyboy in a flat second. Ponyboy's eyes widened once he got a look at the knife sticking out of Dallas' pant pocket.
"Uh, y-yeah." He replied.
". . . .pretty fucked up." Dallas replied, finishing his sandwich. The he brushed his hands together, ridding of the crumbs on his palms.
"Like to meet the drug dealer your parents bought drugs from in order to name you that." He laughed loudly. This was not the first time the Auburn had been picked on for his name, but he still found Dallas' words hurt and annoying.
"Com'on, Dal. He's an okay guy." Johnny sadly smiled.
Dallas let out a belch before walking into the living room, Johnny followed. "Hey, where's Darry?"
"Dunno. Prob'ly work." Dallas muttered, flipping the channels on the TV to see what was on. Ponyboy stood awkwardly in the doorway of the living room, wondering where he would fit into Johnny and Dallas' comfort-zone. He didn't want to sit too close to them on the couch, it would be awkward.
Instead, his attention was turned to a black and white photo on the kitchen table. The photo was that of three young boys, sitting on the grass. There was a taller, much older boy in the back, a second one in the middle and on the lap of the second child, there was a third child.
Ponyboy's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.
"Hey, kid! You comin' or what?" Dallas called from the living room.
"Y-yeah." Ponyboy called back, entering the living room to sit on the couch next to Johnny.
X x X
It was midnight when Darry returned home. His back was sore and his legs were throbbing. He was thankful that tomorrow was Sunday, which was the only day of the week he had off. The house was quiet when he came inside, he noticed Johnny sleeping on the couch, which he had no qualms with. Poor Johnny probably had to sleep with one-eye-open at his place with his drunk bastard of a father and abusive mother. He saw Dallas sleeping on the floor by the TV, which by the way was still on. He stepped over the boy to turn it off when something caught his eye.
There was someone sleeping under the coffee table.
He bent down to see who it was but figured it was Two-bit. He rolled his eyes and left for his room for the night.
X x X
"So-o-da!" A feminine moan came from the inside of a Buick and Sodapop kissed the last love bit he gave his girlfriend on the cheek.
"I think he scored a record, Sandy." Sodapop laughed, helping Sandy to sit up properly and button up her shirt.
She nodded, her saphire eyes glittering in the moonlight.
"Soda, I have to go inside." She sighed, sadly. "My Mom still thinks we're just 'chatting'." She giggled.
"Don't go." Sodapop breathed, kissing and sucking on her neck once more to keep her from going anywhere. He never wanted this night to end. He never loved any girl as much as he loved Sandy.
"Soda, I have to." She frowned.
Sodapop nodded, "Alright, baby. See you tomorrow, though?"
She laughed, "Of course!"
Sandy and Sodapop shared a kiss goodnight before Sandy left for her house, leaving Soda alone in Steve's car he borrowed. He drove around Tulsa for a while, just to have a think. He loved her, he knew in his heart. He knew it was not infatuation, nor lust. He truly felt love for Sandy.
And that is where he made the decision to marry her.
X x X
Ponyboy was woken up to the sound of dishes clanking together and water running. He buried his head deeper into the pillow he found late last night as to drown out the sound. When it sounded as if the dishes were done being washed, followed by the sound of someone scurrying to find something, and the front door shut. The house went quiet once more.
Ponyboy slowly lifted his head, just in time to see a truck back out of the drive way and speed off.
Could that have been Darry, the same mad Johnny asked about last night? Ponyboy wondered.
Feeling hungry, he hurried into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. He found not much, but some eggs, milk and cinnamon. He made a few crapes and left a note apologizing for being a pig and eating without replacing. He felt he had bothered Darry's home enough and felt it was time to leave. He left, closing the door gently.
Darryl Curtis groaned, knowing he left his keys on the kitchen table. He raced back to the house, nearly hitting a kid who tried to cross the street.
"Asshole!" He was given.
He could care less and rushed to grab his work keys; however, something caught his attention.
Darry,
I know you don't know me, and I'm sorry I stayed the night and ate your food without permittion. I hope to repay you some day, until then. Thank you.
-Ponyboy Curtis.
"What the fuck?!" Darrel Curtis cried, shaking at the note in his palms before running outside in hopes of finding the boy.
X x X
"Asshole!" Ponyboy cried as a truck nearly ran him over as he was trying to cross the street. He was not given a response and was thankful for that.
He yawned as he began walking. He wanted to go back to the library and read some more and not bother Johnny, Dallas or this Darry guy. However, there was a loud roaring of an engine that made Ponyboy turn around, fearing it was the trucker again.
"GREASER!"
Ponyboy frowned in confusion. If only Ponyboy Curtis knew he had bigger problems.
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I am going off the looks of the movie, as I cannot find my book, nor any website where I can read the book without being charged money. I am sorry to cause either disappointment, or confusion.
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