The socs were cussing us out as they retreated back to their cars. "They're running! Look at the dirty- run!" Two-Bit yelled joyfully. The socs ran, almost as if they were declaring us the winners of the biggest rumble of our time. We may have been pretty beat up, had scars that would last a lifetime, and broken bones, but we could feel no pain due to the amount of adrenaline still rushing though our veins.
Suddenly a pain hit my face, as instinct I started cussing up a storm. A few greasers looked at me, which made me cuss at them too. The kid, Ponyboy, was on the ground bleeding something awful. Dallas limped over to him muttering something about that Jonny kid. The one kid, who did the unthinkable, killed a socs, the kid who made all greasers proud, whether he knew it or not. Dallas helped Ponyboy up and they started back towards the Curtis house.
I looked around the scene surveying it, the Brumly Boys leader was yelling at one of his guys for using a pipe in the rumble. The Brumly Boys can be real dumb, ignoring all rules. Steve was lying on the ground doubled up, Soda next to him mumbling stuff. Two-Bit was bleeding real badly like Pony was on his face, his hand was busted open. Darry was surveying the scene like I was. "We won. We beat the socs." There was a cut across his forehead and he was going to have a nice shiner.
I looked over to where Dallas and the kid were, slowly limping down the street. Ponyboy stopped when he heard Darrel talk, then Dallas practically started dragging him down the street again. Most of the Curtis gang, I should say, was still here. The Brumly Boys started to leave the scene; my boys were laughing and eyeing each other's injuries. I looked over at Steve again who was starting to get up. I walked over and joined my boys.
They were talking 'bout how Curly missed the best rumble ever, then Steve came walking up to me. "Hey Tim, is your nose broken again?" Steve knew what it was like to break his nose; it happened to him a lot. I think his dad has broken it at least four times before. "Yea, can you fix it?" he came over and put his hands on my face. "Sorry if this hurts." He said in a sarcastic voice. Then he snapped the bone back in place, I once again started cussing up a storm. After a minute or ten I finally stopped. "Thanks Steve." "No problem Tim"
Soda came up to us. "Hey, have either of you seen Ponyboy, we can't find him or Dally anywhere?" Steve shook his head. "No, sorry buddy, I haven't seen them." He looked at me. "I saw him and Dallas leaving, saying something 'bout seeing Johnny." He nodded his head. "Thanks, come on Steve. Let's go tell Darry, then we're going back to my house to get patched up, Later Tim." "Later." "Oh and thanks for helping us out in this rumble, we couldn't have beaten the socs without your gang." "No problem," I started. "It's always fun beating the socs heads in." He smiled and helped Steve who was limping over to the rest of their gang. I walked over to mine who had walked to the far side of the lot.
"Hey Tim what's next?" Davey, one of my members asked. He was bleeding all over his face, blood running down a cut on his forehead, and another under his eye. "Well, I don't know 'bout you people, but I'm going home." They stared at me. "Go jump some socs or something." Davey nodded his head and him and a few other guys turned and started to the West Side, I would've gone and helped him but I had to many things on my mind. One being how the hell that bastard got out of the hospital. Me and the rest of the guys started towards my house, leaving the sight of the biggest rumble we would ever have. Leaving all of this past week's worries and troubles behind.