Scars | Johnny Cade Fanfic

35 - Underwater

Triggers: Swearing, drinking, a little physical, alcohol

Get ready to throw your phone across your room.

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Tru's POV 

Saturday, February 15; 5:27 p.m

The whole day was feeling a bit off to me as I began to change my outfit for work. I started to button up my black V-neck vest over my white top, casually slipping denim jeans below. I glanced at myself in Darry's bedroom mirror, seeing if I looked okay or not.

I don't know how to describe the feeling I had that day- I don't think it could be described with words. My body was somehow... heavy.

I waved it off, not willing to pay any attention towards it. It was most likely my nerves acting up, getting ready for the party over at Buck's. I didn't like the thought of serving a bunch of drunks anyway. But it had to be done. I still needed to pay Darry the rest of my paycheck.

Even though Sodapop wasn't in the hospital anymore, the twenty year old was still in debt and needed that money more than anyone else.

Every time I earned my paycheck, I'd casually slip the money around the Curtis house somewhere, waiting for Darry to find it. I knew he wouldn't just take the money if I offered, so I figured that this was the best method.

I sighed, looking at myself in the mirror. Something was missing. Turning around and grabbed my mother's gold necklace from the night stand, putting it around my neck.

I swerved back to the mirror, but it was as if nothing changed.

Once I was lost in my thoughts, a knock at the door slowly brought me back to reality. "It's unlocked." I shouted out, still fixing myself in the mirror.

A familiar face popped out the door. "Hey, man. You still gettin' ready?"

I looked back at the seventeen year old boy. "Hey, Dal'. Yeah, I just finished."

He stepped inside the room, immediately curious at the surroundings. "Damn, I've never seen Big Darrel's room before." He fixed his eyes on me, looking up and down at my clothes. "That's what they got ya wearing?"

I shrugged. "It ain't as uncomfortable as it looks."

He flung himself on the bed, propping his head up with his hand. "We're about to leave for Buck's party soon. Johnny's on board. Ponyboy talked his way into going to the party with me somehow. Darry's probably gonna kill him afterwards, but you know, what the hell."

"He shouldn't go if Darry hasn't approved." I added, sitting on the opposite side of the bed. "He's gonna be surrounded by beer and drunks. I don't want him to drink any shit either."

The boy started playing with a loose thread sticking out the side of a pillow. "The kid is smart enough. He'll probably ask one of us to take him home half-way through."

I sighed, knowing damn well we should leave the kid. "Fine. But if he touches one sip of alcohol, we're both gonna get our heads kicked in by Darry."

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6:07 p.m.

"We're goin' out!" Ponyboy yelled before closing the front door from the Curtis House. He skipped down the porch steps to meet Dallas, Johnny, and I out on the sidewalk waiting for him. It was cold out, so the boy fastened his jacket over himself.

Ol' Dal' cracked a grin at the boy's enthusiasm. "You ready to go, kid?"

"I'm ready." Pony smiled back, before beginning to walk down the street, hurriedly.