What Can I Do // Dalpop

Not All's Lost

(Soda's P.O.V.)

I woke up after having a bad dream. In the dream my best friend hated me for being who I am and he spit in my face, my older brother screamed at me when I defended myself and my youngest brother couldn't even look at me.

Oh shit...this is real life.

I wanted to cry, but I've done enough of that today. I looked at the clock, 2:36.

I slowly crept out of bed and looked at Dally. He looked like a really nice person when he was sleeping. Which he was. Even before he opened up to me, I always had a feeling.

I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, ugh, I look like someone scared the shit out of me. Oh well.

I washed my hands and opened the door. I looked up and saw Dally. "What's wrong?" He said very sleepily. "Nothing, Dal. You didn't have to get up just to check on me." He wrapped me in a warm, unexpected yet loving hug. I love him so much. "I just want to make sure you're alright. I wouldn't want to be alone if I were in your position."

I hugged him back and it felt like he was gonna fall asleep standing up, "Thank you, Dally. Now, let's go back to bed."

I led him to the bed and he went back to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

But I was thinking. About Steve. About Darry. And about Dally.

'How am I gonna face Darry tomorrow? He wouldn't even hear what I had to say. I don't think.....I don't think I can go back. Not yet at least.

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I was being shook by Dally and I opened my eyes to see that he had a worried look on his face.

I sat up and asked, "What's wrong?" He gulped and said, "Darry has been calling all morning. He was worried like hell and he wanted to know if you were here and if you were okay."

"What did you tell him?" I asked, "I told him that you were here and that you were perfectly fine. But he said that if you didn't come home in the next hour that he would come and drag you back home if he had to." Dally explained.

My heart dropped. I can't go home. He was cruel to me and I don't want to speak to him or even see him.

Dally sat next to me with a pained look on his face. "I...I'm real sorry, man." I put my head on his shoulder and said, "Don't be. I'm just gonna have to put my big boy pants on and go home."

Dally sighed and kissed my forehead, "Want me to drive you?" I nodded and he grabbed my hand.

"It's gonna be okay. Just don't argue with Darry. It'll only make things worse. I'm sure I'll still be able to come over." He said sheepishly.

I nodded my head. He's right. Maybe I should just let Darry yell at me. Become his punching bag, I mean, I'm already Steve's.

"Okay...I'll get ready." I said as I stood up. Dally nodded and headed downstairs.

-

We were in Dally's truck, neither of us were speaking. Not because it was awkward, I think it was because we were both thinking about what this means for us. Darry could easily tell me not to go with Dally to Buck's ever again.

I hate my life sometimes.

We pulled up to the house and Dally parked. He looked at me with worried eyes and said, "Do you want me to go in with you?" But I shook my head and said, "I don't want him to yell at you, that'll set me off."

He gave me a uncertain expression and said, "Good luck." I nodded and got out.

We waved at each other and he pulled off.