“Darry, put the bottle down.” Soda says to me, gently.
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 looked at his green eyes as he was explaining how to do it. You had no idea what he was saying. "So ya got it?" "Yeah" you said and looked at the paper. He took his arm off of your shoulder and scooted a little over back to were we was. He would glance over at you to see what you were doing. He chuckled as you stared at the paper. "You don't know how to do it do you?" "No" you said and leaned back as your back didn't even touch the chair. You were slouched in your chair. "What were you doing when I was explaining?" "I don't know?" You said and looked at him. "Yes you do" he said and smiled...