Disclaimer: Don't own it.
Author's Note: I'm almost scared to say this, but I'm sorry. By the way, I just realized, I haven't told y'all why her name is spelled the way it is. It's for the Pure Prarie League song, "Amie". A little kick from when i started this.
The next morning was no picnic either. I was exhausted, everything was way too bright and when I clipped the side of the door leaving my room I decided my equilibrium was still a little fucked up. I'm usually fine once I get some food in me, so since I was early I headed off to the Curtis' to get some of their cake and see what I'd do that day.
"Amie" Soda yelled when I entered the house, "good mornin' How ya feelin'?"
"Tired" I answered and it was the truth, I was beat. After sucking down a piece of cake my body finally seemed willing to let me sleep. Pony was still asleep and after telling him to scoot over, I climbed into bed with him. I was out like a light in no time.
When I awoke next it was to someone bouncing on the bed and saying "Amie" incessantly.
"Cut it out" I griped, burrowing deeper into the comforter which was promptly snatched from me.
"Amie" the voice I had now placed as Pony's called, "it's 3:30, get up for crying out loud."
"No. I'm sleepin'" I insisted wresting to recover the blanket he had stolen.
"Fine, sleep the whole damn day" he threw back the blanket exasperated and left the room.
"Pony, wait" I groaned dragging myself out of bed.
"Want to go see a movie?"
"Sure, why not" I obliged. He doesn't usually like us to go to movies with him, we goof off when he's concetratin', so I was kinda flattered. I didn't ask which movie, I didn't care. I still couldn't tell you the name of it. Sitting there with no distraction holding my attention, I go to thinking, and it only depressed me. I was convinced that Johnny didn't' like me and that I had messed up our friendship and freaked him out saying what I did the other night. I mentally kicked myself over and over.
After the movie, as we left the theater, Pony didn't talk, and I knew not to break the silence. Just like you never try to talk Dally down from his mood when his eyes are dangerous, you don't' bring Pony back to reality when he's go that far off look. It's his way of escaping the life that constantly betrays him. He comes back when he's ready.
"That movie was tuff" he breathed after we were nearly back to his place. I nodded, unsure of what to say.
"Howdy, y'all" Soda greeted as we walked through the door.
"Hey, Soda" we answered in union.
"How was work?" I questioned.
"Good. Great. Same as ever" he whistled cheerfully. Pony walked past us both and into his and Soda's bedroom. "You stayin' for dinner kid?"
"I guess I don't feel much like goin' home" I shrugged knowing that if I didn't turn up my mom would come by before work. I felt a little guilty but I knew she wouldn't care. She loves the boys anyway and would want to see them.
"Hey" Darry walked through the door, home from a long days work.
"Hi, Darry. I haven't talked to you in awhile" I realized that this was true, trying to place why.
"Sure haven't. You stickin' around for dinner"
"Uh huh"
"We can catch up then" he smiled which I returned with one of my own.
"Who's cookin?" Soda asked Darry looking apprehensive.
"Well, you did get home first" Darry reasoned.
"I'll do it, go sit down, y'all" I volunteered.
"I don't know" Darry said, obviously unsure.
"Aww come on, I cook for me an' Two-Bit all the time when Mom's at work. 'Sides, it couldn't be much worse than Soda's cookin'. What do y'all want?"
"Whatever you're makin'" Darry finally gave in and sat down on the couch exhaustedly. I decided to make spaghetti, and my mom's sauce. I added chicken to it 'cause those boys are crazy about chicken.
"This is good" Soda allowed seeming surprised after we sat down to dinner. Pony and Darry agreed by my mind was on other things. I had a felling of apprehension, like something awful was going to happen.
Mentally I checked where everyone was. I didn't know about Two-Bit, mom was at work, Steve was, according to Soda, on his way over here, Dally was- well he could take care of himself, and Johnny was probably with Dallas.
"Where's my brother?" I interrupted Soda's story suddenly trying to mask my concern.
"He was gonna head to Buck's with Dally" Pony provided.
"Then where's Johnny?" I asked knowing he wouldn't have any desire to go to Buck Merrill's.
"Home" he answered and though Johnny being home wasn't usually a good thing, I didn't think that was what was spooking me.
"I need to go find Two-Bit" I abandoned my plate and hastily pulled on my jean jacket.
"Amie, what's wrong?" Darry asked calmly.
"I don't know. Somethin'. I need to go over to Buck's and get him."
"You're not going to Buck Merrill's."
"Darry I've been before and I'm only going to hunt for Two-Bit anyhow." I ran out the door before he could protest more. I ran all the way to Buck's run down shack of a house for that matter.