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"And till the end you're my very best friend"
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"KILLERS"
A red Corvair full of Soc's sped past me and Sodapop yelling out a series of words meant to throw us off. My mouth peeled back in an annoyed and disgusted way as I looked back at the car. They swerved back around, ready to drive up again, "Shit, get back" Soda mumbled as he nudged me closer to the grassy part, away from the road.
They sped past and threw a series to beer bottles. 5 to be exact. Some were barely drunken, spraying us with beer. I managed to dodge the bottles but Soda on the other hand couldn't.
"Fuck," He scoffed and clutched his eyebrow. His jaw clenched watching the Socs drive off with beer pouring out of the bottles they hung out the window. A bottle broke on Sodapops eye creating a bloody gash.
"You alright?" I asked putting my hand on his shoulder, "Man, that bottle cut you up pretty good" I wiped my finger across his eyelid to stop the blood form dripping into his eye.
"Those damn Socs think they're funny," He hissed between his teeth, "Yeah I'm fine," He calmed down a little bit but he was still ticked off.
"We'd better hurry back, you need to get that cleaned up," I said stuffing my fists in my pocket. The cold air nipped at my body causing the hair to stand straight up. My teeth silently chattered.
"Are you cold?" Sodapop asked, noticing me shivering slightly.
"A little, Yeah," I replied hesitantly. He quickly took off his flannel and gave it to me. I smiled up at him and reached my arms through it, rubbing them after to warm up, "Thanks,".
"No problem" He grinned as he looked straight ahead, his smile slowly fading.
"Ponyboy'd love this sunset" He sighed. I looked up and it was painted with bright orange and yellow. I let out an 'mhm', not bothering to continue the conversation about Pony.
"How's you and Sandy doin?" I asked, breaking the ice.
"I think I'm gonna marry her, raise the kid even if it's not my own. I'll wait until Ponyboys out of school and go have a family with her" His eyes glistened with pure excitement for the future, "That's great, Soda,".
I admire how much he cares about Sandy. He's madly in love, I just hope she won't hurt him again. He deserves someone who can return the same energy he would give them. I don't know if I fully have faith in Sandy, but I do have hope. I hope she won't make a mistake like cheating again. I hope she has the same visions as Soda. She better treat him right.
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The whole gang hung out at the Curtis Household to talk about all the stuff going on. Everyone is pretty distraught, besides Dallas. I know he helped them and that he's lying, but I'm not gonna say anything. He's only lying so the boys won't go out and hunt for them, blowing their cover. Dal said they went off to Texas to hide from the fuzz.
"I'm gonna go hunt for them kids, probably scared to death," Two-Bit stood up, flipping the collar of his jacket against his neck. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his prized possession- his switchblade.
"No, no, you aren't gonna do that, you'll be put in the cooler faster than you can count" I warned. I leaned over resting my head in my hands that stuck up from my legs. One was tucked behind the other. I zoned out into blankness, nothing in my mind.
"So what? They can barely fend for themself," He retorted looking down at me. My gaze focused up to Dallas, trusting my gut and began, "I think they're fine,".
Dally took a long drag of his cigarette, waiting to hear what the others would say. Soda stayed silent and got up to go to his room, "Night" He said and close after shut the door. Soon after Steve and Dally left, leaving Darry on his chair and me and Two-Bit watching TV. I yawned and shut my eyes, telling myself to not fall asleep. That was too late. My head fell onto Twos shoulder, falling into sleep.
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The light chatter of Darry and Sodapop talking in the kitchen woke me up. I looked at my surroundings and saw myself wrapped in a blanket on the couch. My head fell back onto the feathery pillow that stayed on the couch. Steve bursted through the door, being his normal, tough self. My eyes opened again and I sat upwards, brushing down my hair.
"Look who's up," Darry came over and messed my hair up again, "Yeah, Thanks Steve," I smiled sarcastically and he chuckled to himself, taking an apple from the fruit bowl.
"Hey Darry, do you think I could tag along and you could drop me off at home?" I asked, folding up the fuzzy blue blanket, "Yeah, no problem kid,".
We trailed outside to his pickup truck, piling us four into the three seats. It only took a few minutes if that to get to my house. I thanked them and crawled out. It's a school day and I'm already late to a few classes. I figured I could make it there for the last part of the day, catchup on work. It may not be the best idea considering there's a high chance of getting hurt from Socs. I guess I'll just have to blend in.
After I got ready I walked outside, an an unusual pit in my stomach dug itself with each step. I don't know why I'm so nervous, like my guts telling me somethings not right.
