Alright guys, this is a Darry POV so yes, it's going to be short. Oh well, please review.
Darry's POV
The detectives had already started the search for Ponyboy, and it hurt to wait. I had had to wait for so many things before, but I couldn't remember it being this agonizing. My heart ached. Every night I would hear Soda crying from his room and it tore me apart. I wasn't sure how much longer I could take it. The worst part was not knowing if Pony was even alive.
I was sitting on my bed, staring at the wall. I heard my door open and I looked over to see Soda walk in. He looked terrible. He hadn't bothered to grease his hair since Pony disappeared and he had dark circles under his bloodshot eyes. I probably didn't look much better.
"Darry?" he said.
"What is it Pepsi-Cola?" I asked.
He came over and sat down next to me, sighing slowly. I rubbed the back of his neck. He looked at me with droopy eyes.
"Do you think we'll find Pony?" he demanded.
I closed my eyes, turning my head away. I didn't know, but I wanted to, more then anything. I licked my lips and turned back to face my brother. I shook my head.
"I don't know Soda," I admitted.
Just then Soda flung his arms around my neck and cried into my shirt. I was a little shocked, but I quickly regained myself and wrapped my arms around my brother, stroking the back of his head. Before I knew it tears were staining my cheeks. Soda and I held each other, crying hard.
Yeah, I know, sucky. Eh, oh well. I promise, I will do my best to make the rest of the chapter longer, I've just been really busy lately and I just feel like throwing something together. So anywho, please review and I'll probably update another chapter today.