Chapter 4

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I was so scared of having another nightmare that I stayed up and read until morning. At about 8 am, I heard a soft knock at my door.

"Come in."

It was Johnny, with Dally not far behind.

"Good morning Sophie. Dallas and I wanted to know if you would like to go to the movies with us later tonight?" He said, very softly. Dally was smirking from behind Johnny.

"Yeah sure. I'll come. Who else is coming besides you two?"

"Ponyboy and probably Two-bit," Dally said. I nod.

"What time and where are we meeting?"

"Come with Ponyboy and Johnny whenever they leave," Dally said.

"When is that? You know I take a while to get ready."

"Seriously! Just get ready now and come be social."

I give him a smirk and start pushing him out the door. It didn't work out too well because he was stronger than I was. After a while, I gave up and gave him puppy dog eyes.

"Can you please get out so I can change?"

"Yes I can, Soph."

He walks out, and I change into a white Mickey Mouse crop top with a leather jacket over it. I also had cuff jeans on and Converse. I pulled my blonde hair into a ponytail, and I greased my bangs behind my ears. I then walked over to the dresser and opened up the jewelry box on top. I grabbed a necklace and put it on. I had gotten this necklace from Delhi when we were younger. It was a cross with a heart on it that he got me for my 9th birthday. I wore that necklace almost everyday, and I love that necklace. I check myself in my body mirror and walk into the living room. The gang turned their attentions to me when I walk in. Two-bit's mouth goes wide. Soda turns and looks at Two with a smile plastered on his face, and then he moved Two's chin to change his mouth to a closed position. I chuckle. 

"What?" I laugh out. I kind of thought he was still drunk from last night. 

"Nothing. I didn't think someone liked Mickey Mouse as much as I do," Two-bit said. I snicker and look down at my shirt. 

"Oh, yeah. Dally and I used to watch it all the time back in New York. I'm still a six year old inside, but it seems like you are as well." 

"Yeah, I guess I am a little." 

I smile and walk out onto the porch. I decide to take a walk to a lot just down the road. I thought it would be a good way of situating my thoughts. I was so wrong.....so, so wrong. 

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