Who We Are(The Outsiders Fanfiction)

36|"...Sex With Strangers..."

<Soda's POV>

"Steve come on!" I scream over the sound of whizzing bullets. I crash into his body and push him to the ground while the bullet barley misses his head. I sigh a breath of relief. My best friend could die at any moment and I'm worried that I won't always be there to save him. There is no time for a rest or thanks. We just reload our guns and sprint behind a wall of dirt and rocks that we dug.

"Still good?" Steve questions. I nod my head as my hands shakily reload the gun. The two of us peek over the barrier and aim our guns at the people who look like small dots that are moving closer fast. I shoot over and over and keep reloading. The process is scary and I'm always shaking. All the while I try not to think about the lives of the people I'm killing. Our general begins to yell to start moving to the east. We begin to jog at a reasonable pace with guns still pointed and ready to shoot.

"Duck!" Steve yells at me. I do as he says and watch the bullet that could have killed me fly by through the air. I take a deep nervous breath and then keep moving forward. A loud sound comes from above us and that's when I see enemy planes. Tiny dots drop from the jets and it takes me a moment to realize what they are. When I do fear runs through me. With all the strength I can muster up, I throw Steve to the right, out of the initial blow from the dropping bomb. I begin to sprint away as well, but I'm not fast enough to escape the bombs blow. As the bomb hits the ground and explodes several pictures flash through my mind. Chris smiling during our wedding, the whole gang together, memories at the DX with Steve, and most of all my unborn child that will never know his father. All of it flashes as I am thrown through air as my skin feels as if it is set on fire by a billion matches. My ears catch the sound of Steve yelling my name louder than a banshee. My eyes see all black before I even hit the ground.

<Chris's POV>

"Skyler, Pony, Darry dinner," I yell to everyone that is sitting in the living room. The three of them run to the kitchen table as I plop the food on everyone's plates including mine. I've done this every day since Steve and Soda left for Vietnam three months ago. About two months ago Skyler started staying here instead of Dally's. We still own that other house but she claims its to empty without Dallas. I except that completely. I don't know when Dally will come back, but then again maybe he isn't coming back. He hasn't contacted us at all, but we all learned to except it. We eat happily and my mind drifts naturally to Soda. I miss him but I'm not letting that get me down especially since my baby bump is starting to show, which means the world to me. I wish so badly that Soda could be home watching the baby grow inside of me, although I'm sure he and Steve are fine since they will protect each other for sure.

Skyler is almost at seven months and she looks almost the same as she did at four months, which is weird, but I'm assuming it's because she doesn't eat much. Right now it's kind of a mystery whether she is keeping the baby or not. Every time I bring it up she says that we should wait for Dally to decide. I don't want to tell her that my brother may not come back to after the baby is born. It's really time she decides but she just won't, so I guess I'll just leave her alone.

We eat silently and then Darry and Pony have an argument over who's turn it is to do the dishes. Eventually both of them end up cleaning the dinner plates and Skyler sits at the windowsill like every night and I plop down on the couch rubbing my belly like its a jewel. Skyler has been watching out the window a lot and I assume she is looking for Dallas, but she always falls asleep on the chair she drags over there. Obviously Dallas never shows up which only makes her more upset. Sometimes I sit behind her and braid her hair back and other times she'll claim that she actually sees Dally running on the street towards the house and every time I have to tell her that she is imagining things. It kills me to tell her but if I didn't she would probably run outside and throw her arms around an invisible person just to realize no one is there. Finally it becomes to much to watch her sit there hopelessly. "Skyler could you please come sit closer to me?" I ask politely, holding in my aggravation.