𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐜 | 𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Chapter 15 - Curtis Home

He opened the door to the small dark house. As we went in, I felt warm air blasting me. For some reason it had felt like forever since I had been in the house, even though I was here last night. I smelt the aroma of beer as I stood in the room.

"You can take the couch." Sodapop whispered. He went to a room and came out with a couple of blankets. I smiled as he set them on the couch. "Thanks again. You really don't have to do this you know." I whispered as Sodapop walked up to me. "You're welcome. It's the nice thing to do, I can't just leave you sitting on the dirt road." Sodapop said quietly. I smiled. "I could've gone back home ya know." I whispered. "I know you don't know your way around here, and like I said it's dangerous around here, especially at night." He whispered. "Thanks." I whispered. "No problem. Let me know if you need anything." He said. I smiled and nodded my head as he walked to what I think was his room.

I walked over to the couch and spread one of the blankets over it. I laid down and went under the blanket. I felt safe. I tossed and turned for awhile to find a comfortable position. Then for awhile I thought. I thought about what had happened just a minute ago. I probably would be dead right now if Soda didn't come out. He sure is nice to let me stay here. Now I kinda get why the girls at school liked him so much. He was very kind and very handsome. I liked him, but not like the other girls did. I wasn't head over heels for him, I also didn't say dream about him, I just like him as a friend.

I also thought about my encounter with Tim Shepherd. I mean who the hell does he think he is? Coming up to me and grabbing me like that. Good thing I kneed him, who knows what could've happened if I hadn't. I'd probably be dead in a ditch. I probably should be more careful if I wanna live any longer.

Then I thought of my drawing. Why'd I draw Ponyboy of all things? I thought on that for awhile. I didn't know him very well and I didn't have a crush on him or anything. What was it? Even me drawing Dallas Winston would've made more sense.

Dallas Winston. God I hate him. He got me drunk, and he made me steal something! I wouldn't have done any of that if it wasn't for him. I was a soc, not a greaser. Right? I was supposed to be a perfect little girl right? Right? But for some odd reason all the things I did with Dallas Winston the other night felt right. I felt normal when I stole and drank. If it wasn't for Dallas I wouldn't have felt that. Damn Dallas. I hate him.

After awhile of running thoughts through my head I eventually fell asleep.

It was probably about 9:00 in the morning when I heard sound coming from the kitchen. For a moment I forgot where I was. My eyes fluttered open and I looked around the room I was in. It was small and a bit dirty. I tried to remember where I was. Then the memories came rushing to my head. I was at the Curtis home. Sodapop had picked me up off the road and offered me to stay.

I slowly sat up as a blanket fell off of me. "Mornin." Someone said coming up to me. I didn't recognize him. He was tall and very strong looking. He looked very intimidating. He had brown hair that was slicked back with grease and icy blue eyes. "The names Darrel. Darrel Curtis." He said shaking my hand. "Soda told me about you. Y/n right?" He said. I nodded my head. I felt a little intimidated by him. "You sure are quite." He said staring down at me. "Yeah sorry." I said rubbing my neck. "It's ok. I know I can be a little intimidating." He said. "Oh no it wasn't..." I got cut off. "I won't bite." He said. I nodded my head as he went back into the kitchen. He must be Ponyboy and Sodas older brother. He sure was intimidating but he seemed kind.

"How'd ya sleep y/n?" Soda said. I looked over to him. He was sitting on the other end of the couch. I giggled a little. "Pretty good actually." I said. "Good to hear." He said. "Thanks again." I said. He chuckled. "You say thank you a lot, but you're welcome." He said. I giggled.

"Ponyboy get outta bed!" Darrel yelled from the kitchen. Ponyboy came out of a room slowly. He looked drowsy. Both me and Soda giggle because of it. Ponyboy slowly looked around the room and his eyes landed on me. "Y/n? What are you doing here?" He said coming towards me. "She couldn't sleep last night." Soda said. "Then why is she on the north side?" Ponyboy asked. "She was just wandering and ended up over here." Soda spoke. "Yeah." I said. "Oh ok." Ponyboy said taking a seat on the floor.

Me, Soda, and Ponyboy all talked and laughed for awhile until Darrel called us in for breakfast. It was a bit awkward at the table because Darrel was pretty intimidating. Until someone finally spoke up. "So you're a soc huh?" Darrel asked. I looked  up at him. "Yeah technically." I said. He nodded his head. "Thanks for breakfast." I said. "Yep." Darrel said. The rest of the time was silent after that. Occasionally Ponyboy and Soda would joke around until Darrel told them to quit it. He was a typical older sibling, always bossing people around. I guess I could understand where he's coming from though. Ponyboy had told me earlier that their parents died in a car wreck. So he was technically in charge of everyone, he had to be.

After we finished breakfast we collected our dishes and I helped Ponyboy wash them. As I helped we got to know each other a bit  more. He told me to call him "Pony". So from then on I would.