s.c. ~ where is she?

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Tulsa, Oklahoma. Curtis' House.
Saturday, 1973.
07:34 a.m.

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SODAPOPS POV •
"Have you seen Y/n?"

"No. Why? You usually know where she's at." Said Steve. "Yeah, and right now she's usually here. At this time. She'd be here. Never later. Either earlier or on time." I said.

"Maybe she got busy." "She's got no job, Steve. She's living life carelessly and I'm trying to keep her safe." I said.

"She could be sleeping? I mean a girl like yours seems like a sleeper." He said.

"No, she never wakes up late somehow." I said.

"Maybe Dally knows. There he is right now. Hey Dal!" Steve shouted. Dallas runs up to us and he seems worried.

"Y/n." He huffed. "Y/n? Yeah I was about to ask you about her. Where is she?" I asked.

"That's the thing. I was gonna ask you. She wasn't in her apartment. Her room is messy and her mirror is smashed. We gotta find her. I've checked a of her friends houses. She's not there and they know nothing." He said. "Tell the boys. I'll be running around town." He then runs off.

My girl was missing.

I panicked and so did Steve.

"Guys! Y/n's gone! She went missing!" Steve said, running inside. I was still scared and nervous. Y/n was missing and knowing that she is careless about her life, makes me even more scared.

All the boys run outside.

"Okay, Steve you take Johnny and Two-Bit and go south. We'll go outside of town." Said Darry. They nodded and started looking for her.

"Sodapop let's go! We gotta find her!" Said Ponyboy.

My foot was tapping the wood rapidly.

"I- I should stay here. Ma- maybe she'll come back h-here." I whimpered. "Okay then. C'mon, Ponyboy." Said Darry and they drove off.

I started to tear up. Scared that she was kidnapped and someone could be doing terrible things to her right now.

A few hours later, they all came back.

"Sodapop. Y/n ran away." Said Dally. "Why? How could she just leave?"

"I don't know, man. Her car's not there. It looked like she was packin' up to go. I don't know where she went." He said.

Where did my girl go?

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