I'll be completely honest . . . This story is more popular than I imagined. I thought it would be a story where there is only one loyal reviewer. So, thank you everyone. It means a lot to me when you say you love this story. :) Also, I'm debating on putting The Karate Kid as a category. I almost want to leave it, so people are "wondering" who his actual family is. Though, if it's not obvious after the first couple chapters, I worry. ;) When you get done reading, please review. :) If there is anything you'd like to see happen in this story, put it in a review or PM me, and I'll try to work them in, and if I use your idea, I'll give you credit. :)
Lucille stared at the piece of paper that held her son's current parents phone number. Her hand was shaking slightly as she dialed their number. They abused their son. How were they going to act towards her? Would they be nasty? Would they try to be the least bit nice? Lucille pressed the number eight before placing the phone next to her ear. It rang once. Twice. Three times. Four rings later, someone answered.
"What?" they grumbled. Lucille winced at the raspy voice on the other line. "Who is this?" they asked again.
"Hi, I'm Lucille LaRusso," she introduced herself as nicely as she could. The man on the other line groaned.
"Listen, Johnny already knows yer his mother. So you don't have to continue botherin' us," Mr. Cade explained to her. Lucille leaned her forehead against her hand. This was going to be harder than she thought.
"I know Johnny contacted me a couple days ago . . ."
"Then what do you want?" Mr. Cade asked impatiently.
"I was wondering if you'd allow me to take my son back. If you'd let me have custody of him. Would you allow that?" Lucille tapped her fingers nervously on the table. Then, Daniel entered the kitchen loudly.
"Mom, have you seen my backpack?" he asked, scanning the room. Lucille looked at him and held a finger to her lips. "Sorry." Daniel whispered in return, racing out of the room.
"If you really want him, you can have him. He ain't that great of a kid if you ask me," Mr. Cade answered.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Cade. I'll fill out the forms as soon as possible. What's your address? I'll need your signature," Richard sighed loudly into the phone before giving out their address. Lucille quickly wrote it down on the pad of paper sitting in front of her.
XxXxXxX
Lucille walked into the Newark Adoption Agency with a complaining Daniel in tow.
"Mom, why do I have to be here?" he asked, following close behind. Lucille entered the building completely ignoring his question. Both of them approached a desk with a bright eyed lady sitting behind it.
"Good afternoon, ma'am. How may I help you?" she asked happily.
"I need to pick up forms for an adoption. Can I get any?" Lucille asked in return. The woman nodded her head and stood up.
"You sure can. If you'll excuse me, I'll go get those, and I'll be back soon," the woman took off down the hall and turned back to her oldest. Daniel stared back at her with his arms crossed.
"What's the matter, Daniel?" she asked, running her hand through his hair.
"Why was I forced to come here?"
"I wanted some company,"
"What are we even doing here?"
"We're getting your brother back,"
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Johnny held on tightly to his mother's letter. He wandered to his usual spot in the lot and took a seat. He looked over the envelope happily before tearing into it. Hopefully it brought some sort of good news. Johnny eagerly unfolded the letter and took a deep breath before reading what his mother had to say.
Dear, Johnny,
Good news, sweetheart! Your parents are all right with you coming back to me! As soon as they sign the papers and send them back, you're all mine. We'll be happy together. You, me, and Daniel. Sweetheart, we'll be together around September 3rd. We're moving to California around that time, and if my calculations are correct, we'll be in Oklahoma City on September 3rd. You'll have to catch a train down to the city, and Daniel and I will meet you at the station. That's the plan for now. Hang in, buddy; we'll be together before you know it.
Love, Mom
Three weeks. Three more weeks until he'd get to be with his real family. Three more weeks left in Tulsa . Three more weeks until he gets to meet the infamous Daniel.
Johnny got up from the ground and shoved his mail into his jacket's pocket. Once it was snug, he began back towards Ponyboy's house. He had to share the news with him.
XxXxXxX
Pony stared at the letter. Sadness was etched into his face. He had three more weeks before Johnny left. He'd probably never see him again, either.
"So, you're really leavin', eh, Johnnycakes?" Pony asked, setting the letter on the table. Johnny nodded his head and played with the tablecloth. "I can't believe this." Ponyboy whispered to himself.
"I'll write to you, Pony. I promise," he spoke up. Pony looked at him and smiled weakly.
"You better, Johnny Cade,"
"Hey, I have to catch a train to Oklahoma City that day. Do you think your folks would let you come along with me? We can bring Dally or somethin'," Coincidentally, Mrs. Curtis then entered the kitchen.
"Good afternoon, Johnny," she greeted.
"Mornin', Mrs. Curtis," Johnny answered. Mrs. Curtis smiled and headed towards the sink.
"Mom, Johnny has to meet his folks in Oklahoma City on the 3rd. Can I got with him, so he's not alone? We'll ask Dally if he'll come along," Pony begged. Mrs. Curtis turned around and looked at her son worriedly.
"I don't know, Pony. That's quite a distance for a fourteen and seventeen year-old, but, let me talk to your father. I think you're responsible enough, but I'll need to speak with him about it," she answered. Pony smiled and looked back at Johnny.
"Want to go ask Dallas if he'll come along with us?" Johnny nodded his head. Both boys got up and hurried out the door. Their journey to find Dallas Winston had begun.
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