Chapter 12: The Letter In The Mail
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** So it's now 1967. I am trying to pick back up on this story, and starting here where the action is is easier for me than starting back before. I'm really, truly sorry about that, but staring here is better than nothing, right?
Third Person POV
"Hello Curtis brothers. What is go-" Syeve stopped short, taking in the sights of the room.
Ponyboy had his arms wrapped around Sodapop, sobbing into his shoulder. Soda's expression was blank, but he was holding onto the kid as if he was a life preserver. In his right hand was an official looking letter. Steve knew right away. It wasn't a collage envelope of any other possibility, it could only be one thing.
"Don't go, Soda. Please," Pony begged. Steve would have begged the same if he could get his vocal chords to cooperate.
For a moment Ponyboy looked like a little kid again, wanting to crawl into Soda's lap and have him make the 'monsters' go away.
But he can't.
Because Sodapop Curtis had been drafted. And their wasn't a thing Steve or anyone else can do about it.
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"Oh Evie," Steve wrapped his arms around his girlfriend, feeling the years finally begin to fall. "Soda got drafted. Oh my god, he's going to 'Nam." Stupid 'Nam. Stupid government drafting freaking kids to go to a stupid, stupid war they had no business being involved in.
"Don't you dare sign up, Steve. I can't lose you," Evie cried helplessly. For a moment Steve was brought back to the Curtis' household. Evie was in the same position Ponyboy had been in.
"Don't worry, Evie. You won't loose me, I'm right here, I promise," Steve whispered in her ear. "I ain't gonna leave you, love you."
"I love you too, Stevie," she murmured in response.
"I hate that nickname and you know it."
"I know," she grinned.
"I reckon I should start on dinner," Evie declared randomly, making Steve finally crack a smile. She knew how to read him, he wasn't good with emotions and she knew how to destruct him, with food.
"And maybe a chocolate cake or something," she suggested.
"Or something," Steve responds absentmindedly.
Not too much sugar, he thought humorlessly.
A/N: I'm back. And I drafted Soda. And nobody knows if I will kill him or not. ;) Please don't hate me! Review for a cookie and remember, I hold the key to his future :)
Aufenthalt Gold,
~Alee