Chapter 2: Hand me a Cancer-Stick
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Third Person POV
Steve glared at his friend and sat down. Steve had told Soda about his last encounter with Evelyn, and he'd known how much he hated her.
Evelyn pursed her red lips and refused to meet his eyes. When she looked up at the waiter, he noticed her eyes were still that perfect, deep shade of hazel. They reminded Steve of a swamp, you could get lost in her eyes; there was so much behind those hazel eyes.
He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts.
"So, Evelyn," he started, "how long have you known Sandy?"
She sneered. "I've known her for a few years now, Stevie."
Steve was silent for the rest of the night. Soda and Sandy were in their own little world. Even after Soda dropped of the girls Steve stayed silent.
"I'm sorry, buddy. I owe ya one." Soda sounded so upset that Steve's demeanor softened noticeably. He could never stay mad at Soda for long.
"You owe me more than one buddy. It's alright," Steve said.
"We'll hang out tomorrow, just us and the boys," Soda promised. Steve knew that 'the boys' included Pony, but Steve wasn't smart enough to keep his mouth shut.
"Can't Pony stay home with your parents?" He griped. Soda sighed.
"My parents are going out for New Year's, Steve, I'm supposed to baby-sit him while Darry's out on a date," Soda explained.
"Alright," Steve agreed, but he didn't sound very excited.
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The next day was spent hanging out at the Dingo with Soda, Dallas, Johnny, and Pony. Two-Bit's little sister was sick so he couldn't make it, but luckily for Steve Johnny distracted the runt and Dallas hung out with them, leaving Steve and Soda by themselves. Steve silently thanked Elizabeth for her weak immune system and whatever snotty seven year old gave the sinus infection to her.
Steve's smile was wide as him and Soda hung out like old times. Since he had started dating Sandy a few months ago they had barely hung out.
The fun had to end though and the gang walked back to the Curtis house; well, Dallas and Soda stumbled.
"Soda, your mom's going to kill you," Steve warned.
"I'm gonna puke," he groaned. Steve held on to Soda as he vomited in the streets.
"Hold yer liquor, Soda," Dallas laughed, his words barely slurring.
"He can," Steve defended. It was true, everyone knew it, but Dallas had given Soda way too much whiskey, leaving the sixteen year old who never drank drunk as a skunk.
Cops were everywhere as the boys walked up the driveway. That sure sobered up Sodapop.
"Are you Darrel Curtis?" The cop asked Soda, completely ignoring the alcohol and vomit smell coming from him.
"No, I'm his brother," He answered uncertainly. The cop then laid on the news; the Curtis parents were dead in a car wreck.
"Soda, Soda, t-t-tell him that he's lying, they, they'll be home soon," Ponyboy begged. His eyes were unfocused and shining with unshed tears. Soda held on to his arm to keep him from falling over.
"It's true, baby," he whispered.
The kid's expression was so heartbroken that Steve almost felt sorry for the runt, almost. He focused on Soda, leaving Johnny to console the little tag-along.
Dallas stormed off to Bucks, feeling an odd emotion gripping him. He chose to drink it away. Steve was angry, but tried to console Soda while keeping his emotions in check. Johnny was close to tearing up as he held Pony.
Hand me a smoke, will ya?" Soda asked. Steve handed him the whole pack. Pony glanced at Steve.
"C-Could I have one too?" He asked in a timid and uncertain voice. Out of pity, Steve handed him a cancer-stick.
A/N: The new title will be 'Some Things Change'. Thank you to FrankElza for helping me decide.
Aufenthalt Gold,
~Alee