“Well… Johnny. This is it. Your first real date.” Dally says, looking at him from the couch.
“Yeah… I know dad.” Johnny says rolling his eyes.
“Don’t be too aggressive.”
“Oh my god dad.” Johnny shakes his head.
“I’m just telling you. If you do anything to hurt Grace, or even like, get close to her, I’m gonna have to kill you, because Soda’s going to kill me.”
“Dad!”
“I’m not joking. If you even give her a hug and Soda comes running over I’m gonna have to kill you.” He nods his head.
“Dad.. We’re going to the Dingo nothing bad’s going to happen.”
“That place is a teenage breeding ground!” He lowers his voice. “I couldn’t tell you how many girls I banged there.”
“Dad! My god.”
“Hey don’t sound all offended. If it wasn’t for the Dingo you wouldn’t be alive! You should be thankful I banged your mom in that car.”
“Ok I’m leaving…” Johnny says, shaking his head and walking out of the room.
“Just use protection!” Dally yells after him.
“Yeah… I know dad.” Johnny says rolling his eyes.
“Don’t be too aggressive.”
“Oh my god dad.” Johnny shakes his head.
“I’m just telling you. If you do anything to hurt Grace, or even like, get close to her, I’m gonna have to kill you, because Soda’s going to kill me.”
“Dad!”
“I’m not joking. If you even give her a hug and Soda comes running over I’m gonna have to kill you.” He nods his head.
“Dad.. We’re going to the Dingo nothing bad’s going to happen.”
“That place is a teenage breeding ground!” He lowers his voice. “I couldn’t tell you how many girls I banged there.”
“Dad! My god.”
“Hey don’t sound all offended. If it wasn’t for the Dingo you wouldn’t be alive! You should be thankful I banged your mom in that car.”
“Ok I’m leaving…” Johnny says, shaking his head and walking out of the room.
“Just use protection!” Dally yells after him.
You were actually close to Soda. Danny played with Grace and Logan all the time. You couldn’t even begin to imagine how they felt.
You hear the front door open. Darry was home now. You take another deep breath, and sit at the kitchen table.
Just breathe.
He walks into the kitchen. “Hey babe, what’s wrong?” He asks, setting down his wallet and keys.
You swallow. “I got a call.” Is all you manage to say.
“About?” He asks, eyebrows raised.
“Soda’s dead.” You blurt out.
The look on Darry’s face would haunt your memory for the rest of your life.
He just sat down on the floor in pure shock, mouth open, eyes wide.