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𝐱. the tales of darcy & elizabeth ❝most things are complex, we just deal with it.❞
THE REST OF THAT WEEK WAS JUST LIKE ANY OTHER, nothing out of the ordinary or interesting happened. My birthday was approaching Monday the 14th, but I didn't feel any older than I had been a year before. So much had changed since that time the year before. I remember my fifteenth birthday. It was a good one, just having everyone around. Even Darry took the day off of work.
Recently, I had been wondering what was happening with Darry. Maybe I read too much into the whole Love thing and he wasn't interested in her at all. I couldn't ever imagine Darry being in love. He was never the type for that kind of thing. It was more or Sodapop's area of expertise. Maybe Ponyboy's too, I didn't know. We still weren't talking.
Yet, still I held onto hope. Maybe my birthday would fix things. I knew deep down that it wouldn't. It was just an ordinary day, really. But it was my first birthday without my brother and Johnny around to celebrate it with me. Part of that made me sad, like there was always something that would be missing.
Some people make a really big deal about birthdays, but I was never really the kind to care about that kind of stuff. I did like holidays. I liked giving things to people, but whenever I received something, I wasn't sure how to react. There was something about someone spending money on me when already having so little that made me uncomfortable. I hoped no one felt that way when I gave them things. That was one of the reasons I stuck to gifts as simple as a candy bar.
I didn't want to bother Darry about the Love thing. I knew I was letting my positive feelings towards her get in the way of Darry's, that may not even have existed. Love just seemed positive and kind, I was intrigued. She had good energy, for a Soc at least.
That day was a Wednesday, and usually I would head over to the Curtis House with Sodapop and Steve after work. Working with both of them brought me some sort of joy. They made it easy to forget about all that went wrong. But I will admit, Soda had been rather down ever since Sandy left for Florida and dumped him. I knew he really loved her. We were both having a hard time letting go, but he was doing better than I was.
