Chapter Two
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Sodapop's eyes shot open to the sound of his younger brother's soft muffled crying. He threw his arm absentmindedly over him and Pony stopped. The moon shone through the old worn curtain illuminating Soda's pale face. He hadn't been sleeping much himself lately. His girlfriend had been a bit off with him lately and he didn't know why. Ponyboy turned and curled into Soda's arm. His eyes squeezed shut as if he was trying to shut out the 'monsters'. His breathing began rapid and Soda sighed and spoke softly to him. After a few minutes Ponyboy stopped and relaxed. Soda couldn't relax he was worried Sandy was about to break up with him and although they hadn't been going out for very long, Soda had decided he loved this girl and she was one he was going to marry.

Sandy was laying awake too. She had been crying again. Her younger sister Katie was watching her chewing her lip. She loved Sandy to pieces and to see her like this scared her. She was only ten and didn't realised what was going on when Sandy began throwing up in the mornings.

"Are you okay?" She whispered. "Will I get Ma?"

Sandy stared at the moon through the window and shook her head.

"Are you sick Sandy?" She asked again.

"No Katie go to sleep. I'm okay."

Sandy touch her stomach gently as the tears rolled down her pale cheeks. She couldn't keep this secret for long. Soon she'd have to tell someone. Her mother would be so angry.
She tought of her now. She'd been married at her age. By the age of nineteen Sandy's mother Margaret had moved to America to start a new life. She had Sean the eldest by then was expecting Mary. Margaret never said how they ended up in Tulsa. That's as far as the story ever went. Sandy was the third in a family of six. (Well they were Irish). The youngest was four year old Shane. The eldest twenty one year old Sean. there should have been more. Margaret had as many miscarries as she did children.

Sandy sighed now and rolled onto her side. what was she going to do?

Soda slipped out of bed and walked in the kitchen to get a drink. He almost jumped out of his skin when he saw Dallas Winston on the chair. Dally lit a cigarette and it was the glow of the lighter that had made Soda spin around.

"What's with you?" Dallas asked.

"Nothin" Soda shrugged "Give us one will ya?"

Dally nodded and handed Soda a cigarette. Sada glanced at the clock. It was three in the morning. Soda had work in the morning too but he couldn't sleep.
He sat on the couch and looked at Dallas. In the moon light he could see he was a bit busted up

"Were you fightin'" Soda asked.

Dallas looked at him strangely and nodded. "Tim and me had a disagreement."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Soda started to shiver. He was sitting in his just his underpants. Dallas watched him for a second.

"Soda if you're stayin' up will you put some clothes on."

Soda nodded slowly and got up and crushed his cigarette. He hadn't even taken one drag out of it.
He climbed back in beside Pony and drifted off into an uneasy sleep.