You started walking towards him, your nerves coming through. “What if he doesn’t remember me?” You thought. But he couldn’t. You used to be best friends.
You walk up behind him, he was talking to that Johnny kid that you sometimes hung out with. He was also with Two-Bit.
“Still trying to grease that hair, hood?” You laugh from behind him.
He whirls around. “(Y/N)?”
You smile at him. He runs toward you a scoops you up into a big urso hug.
“Oh my god I missed you.” He muttered as he set you down, and began stroking your hair. Well that was… Different.
“Missed you too.” You squeezed him.
“Well look at what we’ve got here… Damn you were like, nine the last time we saw you? oi Ponyboy…She’s really uh ‘grown up’, hasn’t she?” Two-Bit laughs.
“Shut up,” Ponyboy mutters. But he was looking at you.
And you locked eyes.
Ad everything changed.
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 início now. You take another deep breath, and sit at the cozinha 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.
