Scottish Gold (An Outsiders Fic)

Chapter 46: Stars

Vikki's POV

Telling the boys that I was going home early was one of the toughest things I have had to do. No, packing up Cookie's room was harder. I couldn't even finish, everything I picked up reminded me of her, so Clint had to finish packing it for me. There was a quick trial for Bob's death throughout the week. Johnny and Ponyboy had been acquitted of all charges since they had become local heros and the other boys had confessed that Bob getting killed was an act of self defense on the boy's part. The Sheldon's weren't too happy about it, but they weren't about to go arguing with the law.

Clint and Karen offered to pay for Cookie's body to be transported back to Scotland, and they were going to figure out the funeral for us. I felt as though they thought some of this was their fault, like if they had kept a better eye on us none of this would have happened. That wasn't true though. It was extremely helpful for them to take care of everything though, because none of us had the energy to deal with any of it. They were a real blessing for us. My flight was to leave on Friday morning, and her funeral was set for Sunday afternoon.

I spent all of the day Thursday packing my bags and when night finally rolled around, I excused myself from the house with Gracie to go say our final goodbye to the boys. I had told them of my moving back home earlier, and Darry invited me to a last dinner as sort of a sad little "goodbye party".

The walk was short and we found ourselves walking up the steps of their home rather quickly. I paused, gripping their door handle for the last time, taking a breath. This is the hardest part about going home... I just wish I had Cookie next to me to help share the burden of this pain. I squeezed Gracie's hand with mine before I swung the door open and was welcomed by the boys. They were pushing their feelings aside, trying to forget the hardships of the last few days. I was almost distracted enough to forget, but when I looked to my side to share a look with Cookie after Dally said something dirty, she wasn't there to look back at me.

"We made your favorite American dish, cinnamon rolls," Darry announced, letting me walk to the buffet spread he had at the table. I saw onion rings, pasta salad, burgers, hot dogs, pizza, cinnamon rolls, and even meatloaf.

"Oh mah god." I laughed at all the homemade junk food, "thank ye."

"Only the best for our girls." Darry said with a soft smile.

We all gathered around the table, passing around the food merrily as we reminisced about our time in America. A Last Supper, if you will. This last hurrah was going to double as my serious talk with Soda, no matter how much it hurts. My life lately had been spiraling out of control, and I just wanted to go home. America wasn't home.

Darry and Pony cleared the table while Steve started getting comfy in the living room, with everyone else joining him. I grabbed Soda's wrist gently, and let him follow me into his room. The memory of when I tried to call him out of his shit played in my head, and I knew that this memory was going to be so much worse.

I had already tried to break up with him, the day Clint told me that he bought my ticket home. Soda wouldn't let me get the words out, he refused to listen and we almost had a fight about it. I didn't have the energy to fight back, so I backed down. Now, I knew I had to get it done.

Soda sat down, and pulled me onto his lap and gave me soft kisses on my neck. I giggled, and tried to squirm away, which resulted in him leaning back on the bed and I fell on his chest.

"Cut it out, this is serious." I said in between laughs.

"Then why are ya laughing?" He said in between his kisses.

Moments like this, I was going to miss. I managed to wiggle out of his grasp and roll on the bed next to him. His head rolled so he was looking me in the eyes. I sighed, taking my hand and brushing my fingers through his hair and away from his face, and he smiled at me.