Chapter 2: Rabbits On The Highway
Down The Rabbit Hole
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Ponyboy ~Fall, 1965~
On the way home from school I silently stared out the window, despite Two-Bit's efforts to engage me in a conversation with him. As I watched the scenery fly past me, I saw a small, grey bunny in the distance hopping along the side of the road, completely carefree. I watched it for a few minutes and then it disappeared from my sight into the dense forest and hills.
I knew then, somehow, that I needed to talk to Sodapop tonight. I just didn't now how bad.
"There a cute babe out there?" Two-Bit asked, howling with laughter.
"Just some rabbit," I responded, shrugging, but I had no idea how important that little rabbit was.
Sodapop
I tried to keep myself busy at work all day, talking to Steve and flirting with the groups of hot girls that came in, but it didn't work. I couldn't keep my mind off of the letter from Sandy, and the other one I had received.
"Steve..." I started, but I stopped. I couldn't tell him. I couldn't tell him that I had gotten two letters that day, that it wasn't just Sandy's letter in the mail. And while it tore me up that she gave up on us like that and that she didn't love me, it wasn't all that was eating and me. Because that second letter wasn't from Sandy.
It was from the government. It was my blasted draft letter.
"What'daya need, Sodapop?" Steve looked up from what he was doing, and the words got caught in my throat.
"I-uh... I think I'm gonna have to-uh... put my two weeks in," I muttered in a strained voice.
"What? Why?" Steve gave me his full attention then.
"Be-Because... Steve, I got my notice in the mail yesterday," I finally got the words out of my mouth. Steve threw the wrench the wrench he was holding across the garage.
He started cursing and didn't stop for a good few minutes, and when he ran out of words he started making some up.
"I'll go there with you then-"
"No you don't, Steve. Your gonna stay here and watch out for Ponyboy and Darry for me," I told him firmly. I couldn't be worrying about him and trying to fight.
Steve gave me a frustrated stare and didn't say anything else to me during work. It drove me crazy, but I couldn't get my mouth to form the words I needed to say to start a conversation.
If that was hard, how was I going to tell Ponyboy and Darry?
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Bunnies to y'all,
~Alee XxX