Soda sat restlessly on the couch that night. He wasn't worried about Pony
anymore. Darry had let him out and given him dinner, only to send him
straight back to his room though. Darry was still upset and Pony was
grounded for all eternity but he had apologized for yelling at him. Sodapop
still couldn't get his mind off of Sandy. He hadn't taken interest in any
other girls since she left. Darry caught him reading letters of hers over
and over that they had written to each other months ago. As much as it
worried him, he didn't say anything for the fear of increasing Soda's
emotional pain.
Sodapop sat half awake on the couch wishing he could start all over again. He wished he could've saved his parents, he wished they'd still be living and happy, he wished they could all still be one big happy family, that Darry would be in college like he wanted, that he himself was smart enough to be in school, that Dally and Johnny still stopped by everyday, and that he still spent every afternoon with Sandy and every evening with his mother and father and two brothers. All these wishes cluttered in his mind and he lied down on the couch and tried to think of something else. Finally he was able to think of things that he did have that he liked. He thought of Pony and Darry, Steve, Two-Bit…
Soda then remembered Darry had probably told him ten times in the last half an hour to go to bed. He knew if Darry caught him still up he'd get it but he didn't want to get up of the couch were he laid comfortably. Soda soon heard his big brother walking into the living room and he purposely fell of the couch trying to hide behind it but it didn't work for a second.
"Sodapop" Darry said in a harsh tone. Soda slowly sat up only to find Darry standing feet away looking at him sternly. "BED." Darry said.
"Ok, ok. I'm going, I'm going." Soda said getting up and going to his and Ponyboy's room.
Soda pulled his shirt off and laid down next to Pony. "I'll get up and get ready in a second." Soda told himself. "I just want to rest for a minute." But, Soda fell asleep quickly before remembering to brush his teeth and get undressed and into something more comfortable than his dirty worn out jeans.
After Soda had dashed of Darry dropped down onto his favorite arm chair. He was exhausted and as much as he wanted to go to bed himself he couldn't. He had a stack of bills to pay, laundry to fold, and dinner dishes to clean up. He regretted not getting Soda's help earlier that night but house cleaning isn't exactly Soda's favorite thing to do and Darry hadn't been in the mood for an argument.
Darry rested his head and looked out the window at the silent street that had been disserted all except for some neighbors parked cars. He thought about the past year. It had gone by slowly and was the hardest and most miserable year of his life ever. His parents death had crushed him hard enough. Losing Dally and Johnny had just made the whole in his heart bigger. He remembered not to long ago when all he had to worry about was what college he wanted to go to. He'd gotten athletic scholarships to several schools in the state of Oklahoma. All that had changed though and he had a lot more to worry about now. He had from the beginning of 1966. Things just kept getting worse. Darry wondered if there was any other guy that was in a similar situation as him.
Sodapop sat half awake on the couch wishing he could start all over again. He wished he could've saved his parents, he wished they'd still be living and happy, he wished they could all still be one big happy family, that Darry would be in college like he wanted, that he himself was smart enough to be in school, that Dally and Johnny still stopped by everyday, and that he still spent every afternoon with Sandy and every evening with his mother and father and two brothers. All these wishes cluttered in his mind and he lied down on the couch and tried to think of something else. Finally he was able to think of things that he did have that he liked. He thought of Pony and Darry, Steve, Two-Bit…
Soda then remembered Darry had probably told him ten times in the last half an hour to go to bed. He knew if Darry caught him still up he'd get it but he didn't want to get up of the couch were he laid comfortably. Soda soon heard his big brother walking into the living room and he purposely fell of the couch trying to hide behind it but it didn't work for a second.
"Sodapop" Darry said in a harsh tone. Soda slowly sat up only to find Darry standing feet away looking at him sternly. "BED." Darry said.
"Ok, ok. I'm going, I'm going." Soda said getting up and going to his and Ponyboy's room.
Soda pulled his shirt off and laid down next to Pony. "I'll get up and get ready in a second." Soda told himself. "I just want to rest for a minute." But, Soda fell asleep quickly before remembering to brush his teeth and get undressed and into something more comfortable than his dirty worn out jeans.
After Soda had dashed of Darry dropped down onto his favorite arm chair. He was exhausted and as much as he wanted to go to bed himself he couldn't. He had a stack of bills to pay, laundry to fold, and dinner dishes to clean up. He regretted not getting Soda's help earlier that night but house cleaning isn't exactly Soda's favorite thing to do and Darry hadn't been in the mood for an argument.
Darry rested his head and looked out the window at the silent street that had been disserted all except for some neighbors parked cars. He thought about the past year. It had gone by slowly and was the hardest and most miserable year of his life ever. His parents death had crushed him hard enough. Losing Dally and Johnny had just made the whole in his heart bigger. He remembered not to long ago when all he had to worry about was what college he wanted to go to. He'd gotten athletic scholarships to several schools in the state of Oklahoma. All that had changed though and he had a lot more to worry about now. He had from the beginning of 1966. Things just kept getting worse. Darry wondered if there was any other guy that was in a similar situation as him.
