Here we go! ^-^ The next chapter I didn't start because this one took me a little while to work on. But it's coming along.
Enjoy!
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Ponyboy sat up instantly and felt his heart racing.
He was breathing hard and was slightly shaking. Pony put his hand over his heart, able to feel it beat faster and faster every second. Soda turned over to his brother and saw that his brother was totally freaked out. Sodapop sat up. "Pone, did you have another dream of Dallas and Johnny?" "Yeah," Pony said, breathing in and out. Soda rubbed Ponyboy's back, trying to sooth his spooked brother.
"Calm down, you're alright now."
"Soda," Pony began. "They told me something that…" his voice trailed off.
"What was it, Pony?"
"It was about Darry and how he met an old friend." Pony said, pulling his hand away from his heart. He ran his hand through his red-brown hair. "What did they say?" Soda asked him. This almost surprised Sodapop that Ponyboy actually remembered (or almost remembered) his dream; he never remembers them. "He isn't hanging out with a Greaser, it's a Soc." Pony sighed. Soda's heart almost stopped. "Who is it?" he asked with a shaky voice.
"They never said…"
Soda sighed in worry.
"Look Pone, try and get some sleep and we'll talk to Darry in the morning." Soda said.
Ponyboy nodded. "Alright." Both brothers layed back down. Ponyboy went to sleep, but Soda was too shocked to even shut his eyes.
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The sun rose, birds were chirping, and the Curtis brothers were all up and out of bed.
Ponyboy was up and cooking breakfast while Darry was re-painting a part of their house. However, Sodapop wasn't able to sleep at all. Since the point that Ponyboy woke up from his dream, he wasn't able to sleep. He tried a few times, but his eyes just shot open.
Pony peeked into their bedroom where Sodapop was in bed. "Come on, breakfast is done."
"Not hungry." Soda sighed. "Come on Soda, you gotta eat." Ponyboy told him. Soda turned himself away from Pony and to the wall. "I'm not hungry." "Fine. I'll just leave some…" Ponyboy walked out of the room.
Truthfully, Soda was really hungry; almost starving. The only reason he didn't want to get up and out of his room is because he didn't wasn't to face Darry. He was probably going to stop Darry in his tracks and ask him a million questions, which isn't anything like Sodapop.
On the other hand, Darry walked inside and to the table where breakfast was set. "Where's Sodapop?" he asked Ponyboy. He pointed down to the bedrooms. "Bed." "Did he sleep okay last night?" Darry asked worried. Ponyboy sighed. "Don't think so. I kinda had another dream with Dally and Johnny. You'll never guess what they told me."
"What'd they tell you?"
"Something about you and how you were hanging out with a not-so-ordinary friend."
Darry went quiet.
'He knows about Paul. YOU'RE DEAD.' Darry thought in a panic. "Come on Sodapop!" Ponyboy shouted for his brother. "I'm not eating!" Soda shouted back. Darry sighed. "Let him be. He'll come out soon enough."
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It was close to noon, and Sodapop had finally stepped out of bed. He was wearing a blank white shirt and faded blue jeans. He was almost like a bump on a log just sitting on the couch. Soda had no emotions going through him. His famous smile that lit up the town was gone.
It was just a dull day for the Curtis brother.
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Ponyboy was walking alone through town. Two-Bit was out driving around and playing pranks on people, and Steve was out and about doing what he usually does. Ponyboy had school on that bright Monday morning, but he had skipped, which wasn't like Ponyboy.
He wanted to try and put the puzzle together to find out who Darry was meeting. He knew Darry was gone because he said that he was going to work, but when Pony had checked his job, he wasn't present. They said that he took the day off.
Pony looked around. Then, the thought popped into his head of what Dally had told him in his dream: "He's seeing an old friend that's not a Greaser."
Pony strolled into the Socs side of town. He had thrown the hood of his sweatshirt on his head to avoid Socs seeing him and jumping him. 'An old friend…an old friend…" Ponyboy thought in his head. He knew that at least there was one friend that Darry had given up on that was a Soc:
Paul.
Pony went hunting to find his brother with Paul. He looked at every house; nothing. But when he heard his brother's laugh in the distance, he began running to get closer and closer to his brother.
When he had finally reached his brother, he hid behind a bush and watched them carefully.
"Wow Paul, this is real nice! Thanks!" Darry said with a huge smile on his face. He was wearing a white coat that had a huge "T" on it for Tulsa University. "No problem, Dar," Paul said. "It's glad to know that you've finally made this choice." "I'm still not a hundred percent sure about this. I mean my brothers-'' "Your brothers?" Paul bid in.
"Yeah, remember? I got two brothers at home." Darry said.
"Oh," Paul said, pretending to know what Darry was talking about. "Oh that's right."
"Well, thanks again, Paul." Darry said. "See ya later." Paul said, walking back into his house. Before Darry fully turned around to his car, Ponyboy had already dashed back to their house. His hood fell off of his head but he didn't bother to notice. His heart was racing and he was shocked to know that his brother was turned to the South Side.
'Dally and Johnny was right. This can't be happening. Not now!' Pony panicked in his head.
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Sodapop heard a huge BANG on the door. "What the…?" Soda said his thought out loud. He opened the door and found the youngest of the Curtis brothers lying on his back on the porch. His eyes were shut and he was rubbing his forehead. "Ponyboy, you alright?" Soda said alarmed. He sat by his brother and picked up his head.
"My head's killing me…" Ponyboy said quietly.
"I wouldn't be surprised. You hit the door pretty hard." Soda told his brother softly.
"What made you run into the door like that?" Soda asked in a quiet tone. Ponyboy opened his eyes and looked at his brother. "Darry was talking to Paul. Got a white Tulsa University coat from him." Pony's voice trailed off. Sodapop went quiet.
"Oh, my head!" Ponyboy groaned.
Sodapop picked up his brother and walked into the house. "You're getting real heavy to carry." He lightly laughed. Soda layed Pony on the couch and ran into the kitchen. He opened up the fridge and grabbed ice for his brother. The cold touch of the ice numbed his fingers.
"Soda?" a voice said.
"Hey Soda, you here?" another voice shouted.
Soda knew that those voices weren't heard every day in his life now. He walked into the family room and saw two faces that have died on the same night almost one year ago; Dallas Winston and Johnny Cade. "Where'd you guys come from?" Soda asked them in a quiet voice. He placed the bag of ice on Ponyboy's head. "We came from your front yard." Dallas said sarcastically.
"Soda," Johnny bid in. "You have to get everything back together. Ponyboy can't do it alone."
"I know, but Darry's doing this behind out backs. He'll end up asking us how we found out."
"Sodapop, it don't matter about the questions. It matters if you two get thrown in a boys home and the whole gang just disappears." Johnny said. Dally sighed. "Just help your brother or everything with the gang could be lost. For good."
Dallas and Johnny faded off, and Soda sat down and put his head in his hands.
"This'll be a lot of work."