Yay! Next chapter! (: I just finished this one and I'm working on the 3rd one now. I hope you enjoy. Review? c:
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Darry was in the family room reading the news paper.
He was waiting until one of his brothers wake up so he could leave. He was ready to talk to Paul and strangle him with his words. Darry was sitting in complete silence with only the crinkle of the newspaper heard.
Sodapop and Ponyboy were fast asleep in their bedroom. Darry was able to hear Pony groan once in a while. He was hoping that Pony wasn't having one of those dreams where Johnny and/or Dally are haunting him. Those dreams had popped up in his dreams once every month or so.
Darry heard a door close. He looked over and saw Sodapop walk through. "Hey Soda," Darry said. Soda looked over and gave Darry a light smile. "Morning." "Pone's still asleep?" Darry asked him. "Yeah," Soda said. Soda walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of chocolate milk.
Darry stood up. "I'll be leaving soon for Paul's house."
"You're leaving pretty early," Soda said softly.
"I know. I just don't want to get caught up in something later." Darry said. Soda walked back out and sat at the table. "What're you gonna say to him?" "Telling him to back off before he's dead." Darry said.
Darry threw the newspaper onto the coffee table. "Watch Pony. I'll be back as soon as I could." Soda nodded. "Alright." Darry grabbed his car keys and walked out to the car. He started it up and drove to the Socs side of town.
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Darry softly played music in the car and pulled up to Paul's house. He knocked on the door, and it opened up to Paul. "Hello Darrel. Long time no see." He said. "Paul, I need to tell you something. Important." Darry said sternly. "Before you do that, just listen to me Darrel." Paul sad.
Darry nodded. "I'm listening."
"You think that Greasers have it made. But you don't know the feeling of a Soc. We all know that you're way too smart to be a Greaser. If you're a Soc, you and I could still be friends and you could still have your smarts. Come on, Darrel." Paul let out.
Darry crossed his arms. "Yeah, right." "Just give it a thought." Paul said with a small smirk. "I'd rather be drowning than be a Soc." Darry snapped. Paul lightly laughed. "Come on Darrel. Socs have the money, so you wouldn't have to work hard. You could live in a hell of a house like this. Give it a thought."
Darry rolled his eyes. "You really think you'll convince me?"
Paul put his hands up in defense. "Your choice."
Paul closed the door. Darry turned around and headed to the car. Darry was too smart for Paul. He was thinking how he said 'You wouldn't have to work hard.' Darry couldn't just leave his brothers and friends behind for some Soc. Besides, Greasers had more fun. Darry hopped into his car and headed home.
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The sun was shining bright in the sky. It was a cool spring Saturday morning. Sunlight was shining through the window. It was another regular morning at the Curtis house.
Ponyboy was eating some eggs he had made. Soda was sitting on the couch in front of the TV watching random cartoons. "Hello Curtis house!" Two-Bit said, kicking open the door. Steve walked in with a can of Coke. "Hey guys." Soda said. Pony waved and walked over to the kitchen to put his dish on the counter.
"Where's Superman?" Steve joked. Soda stood up. "Went out real quick. He'll be back soon."
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Darry was driving down the quiet road. He was trying his best to not let Paul get to him. Darry had those words replaying over and over in his head. Those simple words 'Give it a thought' echoed in his head.
Darrel knew not to leave his family and friends behind. He cared for all of them. He loved the way everything was. Small house, small neighborhood, everything. It was all perfect to him.
'Whatever you do, don't let Paul get to you…' Darry reminded himself.
Darry played some songs on the radio to clear his mind. He heard the song Stay Gold by Stevie Wonder. He had remembered Ponyboy saying "He told me to stay gold." The night Johnny died.
Stay gold. Stay gold. Stay gold…
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All of the boys sat around with Mickey Mouse on the television. Mickey Mouse's high voice was ringing in all of the boys' ears. Steve and Soda were goofing off by throwing cards back and forth across the room. Pony and Two-Bit laughed watching the two goof off with the playing cards.
Pony heard a car engine roar in front of their house. He looked out the door. "Hey guys," he got the other boys attention. "Darry's back." Soda stood up and looked out the door. They saw Darry get out of the car and slam the door shut.
Ponyboy and Sodapop sat back down.
When Darry walked through the door, he looked stressed out. "Hey Dar, you alright?" Sodapop asked him. Darry glanced at his brothers. "I need to relax for a minute." He walked into his bedroom. Soda and Pony looked at each other. "This can't be good." Pony sighed.
"I think it would be best if we just left. See ya later." Steve said. Two-Bit and Steve walked out the door.
"Later." Soda waved.
Ponyboy layed back in his chair and closed his eyes. "Darry and Paul must have had a storm go on between them if he's acting like that." "Probably. But just keep your head up." Soda told his younger brother.
Pony nodded. "Sure."
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Sodapop was in the kitchen cooking up something for dinner, Ponyboy was finishing Gone With The Wind, and Darry was outside on the porch. He was still trying to clear his mind. Paul was starting to get to him. His voice was echoing in his head still.
Darry held his head in his hands, closed his eyes, and sighed. Darry hadn't talked to his own brothers since he'd gotten home. He knew that Soda, Pony, or even both of them would ask what had happened. Darry didn't want to lie to his brothers; he never lies. Especially to his own brothers.
The phone rang inside the house, and Ponyboy got up and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Darrel?"
"No, this is Ponyboy."
"Get your brother on the phone." The person on the other end said sternly.
Ponyboy set the phone facing up on the chair next to it and stepped outside. "Phone for you Darry."
Darry walked inside and picked up the phone from the chair. "Hello?"
"Darrel, do you have anything to say?"
Darry sighed and hung up the phone.
"Who was that?" Pony asked. "Paul. Just ignore him if he continues to call. And if you pick up the phone and it's him, just hang up." Darry said. "Alright." Pony said back. "Dinner's ready!" Soda shouted from the kitchen. Ponyboy and Darry walked into the kitchen and grabbed their dinner. All three brothers sat at the table and ate the dinner Soda had made.