Just Be Held

by Bagels.fics

Life is about learning how to survive. How to adapt. When I was born I learned how to cry to get what I wanted. At six I learned how to get along with my siblings. At twelve I learned how to survive bullies, Socs, and jumpings. At sixteen I learned how to survive heartbreak and relationships. And at nineteen I learned about the cruelties of being an adult after my parent's wreck.

4. Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Staying Out Too Late

Just Be Held

Disclaimer: Do I look like I own The Outsiders? The real owner of The Outsiders is the best author ever, S.E. Hinton. I also do not make a profit from the stories that I write on this site.

A/N: Please tell me what you think! Criticism is welcome, but no flames please. Flames killed Johnny. Suggestions are always welcome, no matter what they may be. Thank you.

Darry ~Winter, 1966~

"Darry! Sodapop! Darry!" My head snapped up from the bills as I heard Ponyboy's voice in the distance outside. He was suppose to be home from the movies an hour ago! Blast it.

I flew out the front door, along with Soda, Two-Bit, Steve, and Johnny. Dallas must've been in around there somewhere because he met us where Ponyboy was, surrounded by fours Socs with a switchblade pressed against his throat. I landed all over that Soc in a fit of anger and fists. How dare they pick on my little brother, who never did anything to them and was probably about half of their size.

"What on earth were you thinking?" I demanded in my listen-to-me-or-else voice that Mom, but never Dad. has used on us. He stared at his worn-out tennis shoes while I continued lecturing, trying to get him to understand how much I cared.

"If-If you had to walk by your lonesome, you shake have at least carried a blade," I spat. Sodapop gave me a long, cold stare.

"That would have been just the excuse those Socs needed to cut his neck there a little more," he tried to reason, but I wouldn't listen to him.

"Hey, if I want my kid brother to tell me what to do with my other kid brother I'll ask you, alright, kid brother," I turned on my heel and walked back into the house, shaking my head. That kid won't ever learn, and that's what scares me, with the Social Services breathing down my neck all of the time. He won't ever learn with that knack for trouble he's got.

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"Where on earth is that kid? I said one movie, Soda, one movie," I demanded.

"If you keep pacing you'll wear a hole in the floor," Sodapop deadpanned. I glared and sat down, but my knee bounced quickly.

"He probably just lost track of time or somethin' else careless," Soda assured me, laying his head back on the arm of the couch. "It is Ponyboy that we're talking about."

But it was the "or something" and "careless" that stuck with me.

A/N: Please pray for my cousin. She just admitted herself into a mental hospital this weekend and she needs a lot of help. She also has a one year old baby. Thanks guys!

P.S. This story will be severely AU. And Sodapop and Steve are 18.

I'm sorry about the sucky-ness of this chapter. I hope you liked it.

Word Count: 522 Words

Aufenthalt Gold,

~Alee XxX