Darry was just getting in for the night. Today just sucked. Totally, completely, really sucked .
Two Years since Dallas' and Johnny's death.
The day started out great. A little wind, but otherwise, a good day for roofing. A new client was having a very expensive roof job. Great, now I can buy both boys there i-pods for Christmas. A trace of a smile fell upon Darry's face as he thought about the looks on his brother's faces as they would get there i-pods. As he reached the address that his boss gave him, he looked around and didn't see anyone. The place was deserted. Confused, he gazed around, and then he glanced at the small, crinkled paper that held the address. It was the right address. An eerie atmosphere filled the air. Ignoring his instincts, Darry went to the door and rapped loudly…….then, it started to rain.
Dallas. The badass. The chain-smoker. His day was going rather well. He beat up a soc and got laid, all in one day. One night stands were very common now. Every night there was a different girl. What was the one from last night? Terri? Not even he could remember and he was sober. That didn't happen very often either. He now lived fully with the Curtis', as did the other Greasers. He took the couch and let the others sleep on the floor.
Cake is good. Very good. Extremely good. It makes my taste buds water and my mouth hunger for more of its chocolaty goodness. Yum.Two-Bit was just the same as he was two years ago, except now all he ate was cake. Cavities filled at least three of his teeth now. Mickey, as usual, was on television and Two-Bit was sitting was too close, now equipped with glasses. All of those hours watching Mickey way too close to the screen had made Two-Bit regret it. Now he was near sighted.
Getting paid off; Steve still had twenty bucks from when his father beat him up pretty bad. That was awhile ago now and all of the bruises were gone. Steve still lived at home, but rarely went there anymore. Since the Curtis' got their parent's life insurance then moved and got a bigger place. Three bedrooms, two baths, one kitchen with an island was in the house. Darry had his own bedroom. So did Soda and Pony. The rest of the greasers slept in the living/family room. After knocking down the wall, connecting the living and family room, the greaser gang had enough room to fit all of them in and some of the greasers never had to go home. Steve was one of them.
Soda. Still working at the gas station he was. Business was pretty good this year. He was making a good amount of money. Sandy was in the past, behind him. No new girls for him, or any of the greasers. They tended to stick to their own group after Johnny died. The only thing that the greasers ever did get passionate about was rumbles. They had two since Johnny died. They won both.
Ponyboy had finished his book. On the verge of getting his story published, Pony still shed tears when thinking about Johnny. Stay gold Ponyboy, stay gold. The last words of Johnny still burned into his heart as he read them on paper. He got the first book. It had bindings and everything. The only one who Pony divulged his book idea to was Darry and Soda. It's not like he was afraid to tell anyone else. He could care less about what they thought of him, he just wanted something that was just him and his brothers. Cherry left. She moved. Pony didn't really like her that much. He really didn't care about anyone except for his family.