Chapter 14: Unwanted (Skywriter's Pont of View)
Darry moved his things to his parents old bedroom and made his room mine. Soda and Pony sleep together, something about nightmares, so I don't have to worry about sharing a room with anyone. Dinner was awkward, since it was obvious that any conversation someone made was forced. Kate decided to stay at Dally's tonight, and her and I will go home tomorrow to pack my things. I still can't believe this is happening. I don't even want to think about how I'm going to explain this to my friends.
It's ten now and Pony and Soda are doing dishes. I offered to help but they said they had everything under control. Not that I doubted that. What's uncontrollable about doing the dishes?
"Soda, hurry up in there and get to bed! You have work tomorrow." Darry says, sticking his head out of his parents bedroom. I feel bad about making him move his things, especially into his parents room, but he's the one that volunteered. He's also the one that wants me here. Soda and Pony finish the dishes, and Soda gets ready for bed like Darry suggested. Pony comes into the living room with me and sits on the couch.
"You want to go to the lot?" Pony asks. "That's where we go to play football and stuff."
"You're not going there tonight. It's too late." Darry states, going into the kitchen.
"I'll take you on Sunday then, since you'll be busy on Saturday.," Pony says after giving Darry a glare he couldn't see. Since when has ten o clock been late?
"Alright, that's fine." I answer him, for lack of much else to say.
"As long as you two stay out of trouble." Darry says seriously, coming into the living room. "Don't do nothing illegal. Don't go to Buck's." He says, looking at Pony. "And don't drink." He says looking at me. Man what a fun-sucker.
"We won't." Pony promises.
"You better not, cause the two of you be in a lot of trouble if you do." Darry tells us. Of course, it only make sense to me, that if you get in trouble you'll be in trouble, but I figured now wasn't the time to start cracking jokes.
"What's wrong with Buck's? Dally goes there all the time." I say, remembering how Dally talks about it likes it's the greatest thing ever. He's only took me there once, but I didn't see anything wrong with it. Pony stares at me like I'm nuts.
"Too many things to list." Darry answers. "So don't go there."
"Thanks for elaborating." I mutter. God what've gotten in to?
Later that night
Now I know what they meant about nightmares. Pony is screamin' his head off and at first I think someone's trying to kill him. I stumble out of bed, where I was actually sleeping quite well, and make my way down the hall where Soda is holding onto Pony, and Darry is whisperin' something to him.
"Lexan." Pony says, startling me. I have to squint in the dark to see him. Darry and Soda look my way and I can't help but feel slightly embarrassed. Like I've intruded someone I should be.
"Yeah?" I ask, not bothering to move.
"I didn't mean to wake you." He whispers, finally settling down.
"Shit Pony, you probably woke up the whole neighborhood with all that screamin' you did." I answer. He pulls away from Soda and sits straight up in bed.
"Sorry." He mutters again.
"He just has nightmares Sky, you can go back to bed." Darry tells me. I take notice of how Darry purposefully avoids calling me Lexan. I don't know if he does it to annoy me or what, but I don't bother arguing with him about it.
"I've had nightmares before, but never like that!" I declare, retreating back to 'my' room. Chances are, I'm probably not going to get back to sleep, but I get into bed anyways. It feels so weird sleeping in a different bedroom.
"Hey uh…Sorry about that." Darry says from the doorway. He leans against the doorframe looking tired.
"It's fine. I've woken up to worse before. Ever heard a real intense gun fight?" I ask. I meant it in a joking fashion, though it wasn't uncommon to wake up to those in my old neighborhood.
"Uh, no." He answers, just as straight-faced as always. Man, does this guy have any sense of humor at all?
"Just, since our parents died he's been real shook up." Darry says, continuing the conversation without me knowing it. I wonder if he said anything before that, that I missed.
"Yeah, well, it's something that would shake anyone up." I tell him. I'm not sure why, but I feel he needs to hear that. Hey, I'm not a smart-ass all the time.
"I guess so. I only wish you could have met them. They were good people." Darry tells me. I give him a mean look that I'm glad the darkness hides.
"Yeah, I'll remember that next time I wonder why my mother didn't want me." I sneer. "Only bad people don't want their children."