Idiot/ Stevepop

Chap. 31

Sodas POV

"What's happening?" I asked as Twobit dragged me to the car, tears rolling down his cheeks.

When I got in I saw Johnny in the back seat, laying on his side with his knees to his chest.

He would inhale, scream, inhale, scream.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING?" I asked as Twobit sped down the road, back home.

"Where were you?! Huh?!" Twobit yelled.

Twobit never yelled. Or cried.

"I was taking a walk." I lied.

"Twobit whats-" but the car stopped with a jolt in front of the house.

Twobit turned slowly to Johnny, wiping away a tear.

"Johnny. We've got to go inside." Twobit said quietly.

"NO! NO! GOD NO!" Johnny sobbed louder than I had ever heard.

Twobits tears came faster.

"Johnny-"

"NO! I'M SO SORRY! I'M SO SORRY!I TAKE IT BACK! I LOVE YOU! GOD I LOVE YOU!" Johnny screamed.

Twobit sighed and opened his door and I followed him inside.

"KEITH! What's going on?" I yelled before he opened the door.

He shot me a sad look.

"I'm so sorry for what's about to happen, Soda." He cried and pushed the door open.

Almost everyone was there.
Crying.

Pony was in Darrys arms sobbing and Steve was sat with his head against the wall with his eyes squeezed shut.

They all looked up at me.

"Where were you?" Darry asked, his voice shaking.

He sounded calm.
Too calm.

"Darry. What's going on?" I asked.

It was quiet. I felt Twobit grab my shoulder tightly.

"We went looking for you. We saw a crash and he saw Johnny. We got out to see and Dallys car was there. Dallys dead Soda-"

No. God. NO. NO!

"SHUT UP!" I screamed as I put my hands over my ears and dropped to the floor.

"I'm sorry, Soda. He's gone and-"

"HE'S NOT. HE'S PULLING A PRANK. HE'S GOOD AT THEM. THIS IS A JOKE. DAL. COME OUT!" I yelled through the house.

But he didn't come.

Then it hit.

He was really gone.

"No. No. No." I shook my head as tears rolled down my cheeks.

I'm going to be sick. I'm going to throw up.

"Oh god!" I yelled as I ran outside and leaned over the porch, heaving.

Heaving everyday bit of him out of my mouth.

Inhaling sharply then heaving.

Inhaling the last bit of him.

His last breaths.

His lips against mine.

His tounge in my mouth.

His lips agaisnt my lips.

Throwing up the last bit of him I had left.

I finally stopped and collapsed onto the porch.

Was I in love with him?

God no.

But that was my bestfriend.

The one person I could talk to.

I felt someone wrap their arms around me and looked up to see it was Steve.

"I need to walk." I sobbed, standing. He followed me from the porch to the sidewalk.

All in one night. It took one night.

I couldn't tell them i was the last one to see him alive.

I couldn't.

I lit a cigerette with a shaky hand and sobbed.

"He's so Damn impulsive." Steve said, his voice shaking.

"I kissed him." I blurted.

"I know." Steve replied.

He was thinking of the night at Bucks.

He was wrong. I didn't push him any further.

"Idiot man." Steve sobbed as he shook his head.

"His moods." I chuckled sadly as I wiped away a tear.

"The fucking idiot never had a reason for his moods." Steve swallowed.

"My girlfriend leaves me: I'm sad. I can't figure out my feelings: I'm pissed. I have a headache: I'm cranky. He never had a reason." Steve continued as I sucked down the last of my cigerette.

I flicked it into the grass and lit another.

It's not fair.

I don't get to know his last words.

I don't get to see him.

"I wonder what happens after we die. I wonder where he is now." Steve said. I let a sob escape my lips and squeezed my eyes shut.

"Surely something... maybe." I answered and sobbed harder.