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DX Gradge |chapter 6|

The next morning seemed to be going smoothly. I did my routine the same as normal. Get up, brush teeth, brush hair, apply mascara, get dressed, and get out of the house. Today I decided to wear a black top with some black shorts. Something not too much. When I opened the door to my room, there were new beer bottles on the floor. My father was back home. I took off my shoes and made it out the door without making a sound. After I closed the door, I put my shoes back on to walk to Soda's house again. When I was walking I could hear people screaming and a car engine running. It was a red mustang. Even though they hadn't seen me yet I ran for my life.

Then I arrived at Soda's house. When I walked in Darry was sitting on the couch with Soda head on his lap. I looked at them. "Hey, what's going on?" I whispered. Darry slowly moved Soda's head off of his lap and stood up. He gestured me over to the kitchen. As we talked Darry looked distraught. "I did something," he said. I was confused. "What did you do?" I asked. He looked at me blankly. "Ponyboy didn't get home on time. I got mad," he stopped. Then it seemed like he did want to tell me. Like it would trigger something. So I had a gut feeling to check his hand. The back of it was red. "Did you... hit him?" I asked. He started to look ashamed. "I'm just so angry he wasn't home on time and..." he said. I stopped him. "I get it. You were angry. It was in the heat of the moment. It didn't mean anything," I told him. "What do I tell Soda when he wakes up?" He asked. I sighed. "Honestly, I don't know. You just have to hope Pony comes back later on today.

Then we heard the door open. It was Dally. By the time Dallas slammed the door, Soda was already awake. Dally came in and handed Darry the newspaper. "I think you might want to read this," he said. Something seemed off. By the sound of Dally's voice, it seemed like he was hiding something. As he sat down, he looked at Darry with anticipation. Then all of us were looking at Darry like he had news to share with us. Then after about three minutes he looked at the newspaper in shock. "Johnny and Ponyboy are missing," he began. Then he hesitated. "And the fuzz found a dead Soc. They said two young gearser boys killed him." I looked at him wide eyed and Soda sprung off the couch. "Wait, are you saying Johnny and Pony killed the Soc?" Soda asked. Then we looked at Dally.

"They did," he said. Then Soda started to get mad. "Well, do you know where they are?" Soda asked Dally. He just shrugged. Then after a few minutes of everyone cussing at eachother we all sat down. It finally hit all of us. Johnny killed someone and Ponyboy was a witness. The fuzz where going to stop by and ask questions and possibly suspect Dally of murder. I put my hand on Soda's shoulder and he looked up. 'What are we going to do?" He asked Darry. "About the boys running from the cops or the dead Soc?" Darry asked. "No, about our social worker," he replied. "We could just say Ponyboy is at a friend's house," I suggested. "Yeah that could work but, for how long?" Soda asked. I looked at the time.

"Guys we have to get to work," I said. As we stood up, Soda looked at me. "So does that mean..." he started. I pulled out the letter from my pocket. "Yes," I told him. After Soda got his work clothes on, Soda, Darry, and hoped in the car. Darry dropped us off at DX and we went off to work. Steve was sitting outside reading the paper. When he saw us walk towards him he sprung up. "Johnny's missing," Steve said. "I know," Soda replied. "Ponyboy's missing too," Steve said. "We know," I replied. "Wait, what are you doing here?" Steve asked me. "Well I'm here to help you with the bikes," I replied. "You, fix bikes?" He asked. I started to get mad but kept my cool. "Do you have a problem with that?" I asked. He could tell I was mad. "Nope, not at all," he said. As we walked inside, their boss was manning the counter.

"Well hello," he said. He walked over to me. "You must be Coco," he said. "Soda has told me a lot about you." "I hope they're all good things," I said. He laughed. "Yes. He said you are very good with bikes," he told me. "I am," I replied. He threw me a shirt. "Congrats, you're hired," he said. I held up the uniform. "Come on. I'll show you the garage," Steve said. As I was putting on the uniform, we arrived at the garage. "We have two cars and four bikes," he said. "I've been holding them off for so long. There's a note on all the bikes the customers want done and what day." I nodded. As I walked towards a bike and picked up the note on it. Red paint job. Coming to pick it up Saturday. My eyes widened. "Steve, what day did you get this bike?" He looked up. "Uhm, Wednesday," he said. "Steve," I said. "They want to come pick up the bike today," I said.

"Oh," he replied. As I sat the paper down, I opened the drawer full of spray on paint. I picked out the red and headed to the bike. I put on a gas mask and started to repaint the bike. After the bike was coated, I found a fan the shop used to keep cool. I put it to the side with the bike and turned it on so it would dry faster. One bike down. Three more to go. Then I took the next bike. Engin dosen't run but its full of gas's. Pick up Monday. As I put the paper down I got on the bike and turned it on. The engine sounded good but when I tried to move it forward it wouldn't move. I turned it off and pushed it forward to my station. As I observed it I could tell there was something in the exhaust. I looked inside and pulled out some gunk. When I started up the bike, it rode as good as new.

Soon after I finished all the bikes. I later found out that Socs were the ones who gave us the bikes. All because of their rich kids, they give up just because there's some gunk in the engine. I went inside for a refreshment. I saw that Soda was bored out of his mind. "Oh what's got you so down?" I asked. "The only customers that have come in today just got mad because the coffee was 'too cold'," he explained. I opened up a bag of chips and handed it to him. "You need some brain food," I explained. As he took a chip from the bag, Steve walked in. "Dude, the car still isn't working," he complained. "What's wrong with it?" I asked. He sat on the counter. "Someone said that they heard a popping sound when they drove their car. But I can't find where it's coming."

I sat there for a moment. "Have you checked the tires?" I asked. Steve looked at me with confusion. "What do you mean, check the tires?" He asked. "Well there could be a lash on the tires or theirs could be something wrong internally," I explained. He looked at me like I was speaking gibberish. "What?" I asked. "Oh," Steve said. "I just didn't think about that."  Then as me and Steve were talking the phone rang. As Soda looked conserd about what he was told, the police pulled up and walked inside. Then Soda's words caught my attention. "Darry they are already here," he said. I looked at him. I took the phone out of his hand to talk to Darry. "Is this about Pony and Johnny or the Soc?" I asked him. There were long silents. Then the fuzz walked through the door. "Both," Darry responded. Then as the police approached us, I hung up the phone. I got off the counter.

"Well hello officers," I said. "What brings you here?" I tried to stay as calm as possible. My hands were sweating but I could still keep a big smile on my face. I held my breath waiting for them to leave. "Does Steve Randel, Sodapop Curtis, and Coco Hutson work here?" The first man asked. Soda corrected his posture. "Yeah that's us," he said. The second man handed me a piece of paper. "After your shift, come to the station. We need to talk," he said. I took the paper and smiled at him. "Thank you," I told them. As they walked out of the store I let go of my breath and turned around. "It's about Ponyboy, Johnny, and Bod," I told them.