I slowly roll my head on the wall, to face them, tightening my grip on the beer. I was not letting this one go.
“Darry, please.” Ponyboy pleads. I must have been in pretty bad shape. The look on his face was pure worry. I slowly, slowly set the bottle down on the cement floor of the basement. I loosen my grip, finally letting go.
“That’s it.” Soda says. They had already cleared out all the alcohol of the house. This bottle was the last drop of comfort in the house. The house that still smelled like her.
“You’re going to be fine… It’s gonna take some readjusting though…” Soda follows my gaze, resting on Danny’s football.
I would not cry in front of my brothers.
Soda’s face goes soft. “Darry…”
The silent tears roll down my face. I had been sitting in my basement, drinking for the past couple days. I was going no where. My life stopped when there’s ended.
The hole in my heart ate away at my soul.
“I can’t do it anymore.” I whisper.
Ponyboy sits next to me. “You are the strongest person I know. You’re going to make it through this.”
I shake my head, and reach down for the bottle again.
“Johnny.” You shake him. “Johnny.
He mumbles, half asleep. “What? It’s 2 in the morning.”
“I want some tacos. With bacon. And maybe some chocolate sauce.”
“What the hell.” He laughs. “What does this baby like to eat?”
“Apparently tacos with bacon and chocolate sauce.” You say.
“Well, I’ll go make the baby some tacos.” He says, getting out of the bed in his boxers.
“Don’t forget the chocolate sauce!” You yell after him as you rub your belly.
You complain to your best friend as she literally drags you towards the Dingo.
“C’mon (Y/N), it’ll be fun! Two-Bit’s got a friend for you!” Cathy raises her eyebrows.
“Maybe I don’t want a friend,” you mutter, then stop.
Standing next to Two-Bit was the hottest guy you had ever seen.
Maybe you did want a friend.
Cathy goes over and hugs Two-Bit, where you just stare at the boy and he stares back at you.
“I’m Dally,” he says, sticking out his hand.
You take it. “(Y/N).” You smile.
“It’s pretty,” he smiles. But then he erases the expression off his face. “I mean, it’s tuff babe.”
“You don’t need to act all tough around me, I know your cool.” You grin.
“You really think so?” He asks.
“Yeah… You’re pretty cute too.” You smile.
“Well, I know that.” He smiles. “But you’re cuter.”
“Maybe we should ditch this movie.”
