PONY POV
Things had changed since our fight with Tim. We weren't allowed to eat cake for breakfast or any meal the past two days. Soda and Darry fought again last night only that time it wasn't verbally. I had one of my nightmares again. The kind of nightmare I can't recall anything when I wake up. I think it is the biggest fear of mine. A fear that you want to keep secret forever so no one, including Soda, can know.
The fight was pretty cool to watch though. It wasn't like a horror or pointless beach movie it was intense disturbance. I felt guilty watching it, but I couldn't rip my eyes away. Each sickening crunch and crack of flesh hitting flesh entices you. The hypnotic pounding of fists is like a drum beat. Then the gang pulled them apart and I realized that both had tears of internal pain on their cheeks. They hugged it out and went separate ways.
Even reliving the memory of the fight makes my heartbeat speed. It's like a rumble, but I wasn't fighting. You can't help but get pumped and ready to jump in the battle.
My speeding heart missing a skip leaving a burning feeling in my chest the moment a small hand was laid on my shoulder. I took a deep breath and spun around trying to be calm and orderly. Now in front of me stood Angela.
"His nose is defiantly bruised and he'll need to ice it while Darry is gone. I don't know what got into him. He normally is calm and reserved. It's Tim. I swear that fight changed him, but he won't accept it or talk about it." She finished with a light sheen of tears lighting her eyes.
Leaning forward I wrapped an arm around her back and softly rubbed the small of it. "It isn't your fault. It's Tim's."
She turned confused and laughed, "Pony I know It isn't my fault. Darry never has been open and I can't make him. I'm sure he was happy to share feelings with your Dad or Mom, beforeā¦. But I'm fine if he doesn't trust me with it. As long as it isn't about another girl."
I smiled, "There isn't another girl."
She smirked at me and patted my shoulder, "There easily could be." With that she waltzed to the back door and turned around to finish, "Everyone is replaceable. You need to know that Pony. Try and get Darry to talk for me." She almost slipped out the screen door when Two-Bit came in the house.
He grabbed her by the waist and started swing dancing with her as he sang Hound Dog. She laughed and he sang louder until Soda came in a fiddled with our radio. The real version came pounding through the speakers. Two-Bit whipped Angela around faster and twirled her past the extent that it hurt my eyes. I laughed at her then sloppy dancing as she recovered from her tornado spin. Just as she began to take her steps at the right pace he swung her through his legs and back out.
Soda grabbed my hand and started to tango with me. He was laughing, but it sounded a little nasally. I joined in and we soon were tangoing through the halls as Two-Bit kept dancing around the living room and outside. Then like everyone song it finished and Two-Bit spun Angela onto the couch. We smiled and she quickly ran out of the house as Wild Thing started.
We all stared at the screen door and started laughing again. Two-Bit turned down the radio and walked into the kitchen to grab a beer. Soda followed and came back in with two slices of cake. He handed me one and started eating his own with out a fork. I rolled my eyes and started to eat with a fork.
Two-Bit came back in and frowned, "I don't get any cake! What is this madness?" Soda just shrugged and mumbled something I couldn't understand. He then smiled and revealed a very chocolate mouth.
We all joked around and I waited for Darry to come home. I had to go to sleep before Darry came home. I silently vowed to talk to him tomorrow, for Angela. I didn't want her replaced.
