Sodapop's POV
I lay awake, in my own bed. Alone.
Thoughts run through my head just building up my anxiety. My heart races at each scene it puts before my eyes.
What if Steve and I got into a car crash on the way to work?
What if I got a phone call at work from the hospital telling me that Darry had an accident at work?
What if when we were on our way home from work, we seen a limp body on the sidewalk? What if we got out of the car and seen that it was Ponyboy? What if he was barely breathing? What if he was on the verge of death?
I shot up in bed from my fetus position and breathed out, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. Standing up, I quietly walked out, listening to every creak the old house made.
I made my way towards Ponyboy's room just to check if he was okay.
He was.
Sighing, I walked down to the kitchen to grab a glass of water to satisfy my dry throat.
A light breathing was heard to my left as I was just about to enter the kitchen. I looked over to see Steve resting on the couch.
Ignoring my thirst, I walked over and put my left arm under both legs and my right just below his neck. Heaving him up, I carried him up the stairs and into my room, setting him gently onto my bed.
He stirred a bit but didn't wake up.
I walked back down and grabbed a glass of water. The cold liquid slid down my throat, instantly making it feel better.
Setting the cup down into the sink, I walked back upstairs and into the room where my lover was sleeping. Climbing in, I wrapped my arms around him and breathed in his scent, making myself feel at peace.
What if he doesn't really love you? What if he's pretending? What if he just pities you?
Just shut up you fucker.
You know I'm right. He doesn't love you, he even possibly hates your guts and wants you to die.
I SAID SHUT UP.
Ha, no.
I quietly turn my head and groan into my pillow.
Why does my brain have to be such a prick?
Because it's funny watching you get frustrated.
How is this even possible?! I literally control my brain and yet it decides itself to make my life a living hell.
I honestly have no idea dude.
Okay, breath and go to sleep.
I close my eyes and wait for sleep to overtake my body. But it never comes.
FUCKING CHRIST-
Steve shifts a little and my eyes droop without me realizing it.
You know how when you wake up, you never know when you actually fell asleep? You never remember what position you were in or never really think about it when you wake up.
Or is it just me who thinks about that sort of stuff? It's weird to think about.
Yeah...
•Just a short little chapter on what I feel every night but in Sodas point of view. Goodnight my fellow outsiders~•