This is just a one-shot about Two-Bit's little sister. The idea came to me last night and I wrote this, even if it's pretty simple I like it and I hope you will too! I chose the name "Susie" because of S.E. Hinton, to thank her in some way for the amazing characters and story she created.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything/anyone but Susie.
Susie MathewsI was hummin' the tune of a song by The Beatles, Norwegian Wood, while trying to do my homework. I always tried finishing them quickly but something always got in the way.
"Hey, Susie! What you doin', humming those losers' song?"
Something, like my eighteen year old brother. "But I like that song."
"How can you? The Socs listen to that stuff." He sat at the table and started drinking some soda.
"I like it." I repeated. "I'm hungry. When will mom be home?"
"You know she works later than usual on Friday." My brother threw the soda can away. His name's Keith, but everyone calls him Two-Bit, and so do I. "Two-Bit?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't guess you're able to cook something…are you?" I asked, pushing my dark brown hair out of the way.
He looked at me like I was nuts. "I have an idea…let's go eat at the Curtis's!"
"Really?" my eyes lit up in excitement.
"Yeah. Go get changed."
I rushed upstairs and put on some clean clothes, then I reached Two-Bit. He usually didn't spend that much time with me, since I was only nine and he was several years older than me, but when he did, I felt special, like I was all grown-up or something. We didn't look that much alike so people usually didn't guess we were related. We had the same eyes, though.
"Hey guys!" Two-Bit and I entered the Curtis' house and found Ponyboy and Sodapop in the living room. "Hi!" I exclaimed happily before sitting next to them on the sofa.
"Hey, Susie! How are you doing?" Soda grinned at me.
"Fine, and you?"
"Not bad!"
"And you, Ponyboy?" I asked. I liked their names, although they sounded funny.
"Me too. Is Two-Bit acting like a responsible adult for once?" he joked.
"Mom's gonna be late and we came here. Can we have dinner with you guys?" I politely asked, just like my mother had taught me.
"Sure you can. I was just gonna go and fix somethin'." Soda replied, getting up. "Anyone wanna help?"
"Me!" I raised my hand. I liked cooking. Or whatever you did in the kitchen. I loved helping mom. Unlike Two-Bit.
Soda laughed and thanked me. As I was tidying the kitchen table, I asked him: "Where's Darry?"
"Late as usual. He should be here anytime."
"Is he getting married any soon?"
Soda looked like he was trying not to burst into laughter. "Why you're asking?"
"Cause I haven't seen you guys in a while and I thought maybe he's found a girlfriend and asked her to be his wife…"
"Oh, here he is. Let's ask him." Soda grinned. "Hey, Darry. Are you getting married?"
"What?" Darry had just entered the kitchen and looked tired and confused. I smiled at him and he seemed to realize something: "Oh… no, you're still my favorite, Susie."
"I am?" I repeated.
"Of course. Come here." He grabbed me and put me on his back. He always did that. "I feel so tall!" I laughed.
"You do?"
"Yeah!"
He put me down almost immediately. "Sorry kiddo, but my back and shoulders are really sore tonight…" he grimaced.
"No problem!"
Darry was my favorite out of the whole gang. As we were eating, I watched him: he was good-looking. I knew he worked a lot, but he still was always so nice to me. I had always liked him the most, since I could remember. He reminded me a bit of my father, even if Two-Bit said it was impossible because Darry was way different and since dad had left when I was only two I couldn't remember him.
Then there was Soda, who was as handsome as a movie star. He had fair hair and brown eyes and he was always smiling or laughing or enjoying life anyway. I liked him a lot too.
Then there was the youngest Curtis brother, Ponyboy. He was very smart, everyone told me so, and he was kind of quiet, not like my brother at all.
"You like that, Susie?" Darry asked me, as I was finishing my chicken.
"Yeah, I like everything!"
"Good."
That very moment, I thought I'd like to marry him someday. My friends used to say he was too old, but they just didn't understand how much I liked him.
"What's that?" Ponyboy suddenly piped up.
"What?" Two-Bit and I asked at the same time.
"I thought I heard the doorbell."
"The doorbell at our house?" Soda grinned. "No way!"
"I'll go check!" I got up and rushed to the front door. There was Dally standing there. "Dally?" I asked nervously. I didn't like him, he scared me because he always looked angry and cold. He cussed all the time, too. I'm pretty sure if I wasn't Two-Bit's kid sister, he would be way meaner at me.
"What you doin' here?" he slurred.
Darry had reached me. "What's going on? You're in trouble?"
"I don't think so." Dally replied, entering the house.
"Why did you ring the doorbell? No one does, especially you." Darry reminded him.
"Shoot, I'm so drunk I guess I forgot." he laughed before lying down on the couch. "You seen Johnny? He said he'd show up."
"Nope, not yet."
"I'll take a nap." Dally muttered before closing his eyes.
Darry and I got back to the kitchen. "It's Dallas, he's drunk and probably by now also asleep on the couch."
Everyone nodded. Everyone was used to it. Besides, the Curtis' house was a safe getaway for greasers. Johnny used to spend the night lots of times, too. I didn't know him well cause he rarely spoke to anyone and he was very shy. Two-Bit told me his parents were worse than our father and that's saying a lot, considering he's left us and mom alone and he's never called to hear how we're doing or whatever.
Not that Steve's dad's that nice, either. I've only seen him once, but he looks mean and cold. Steve can be mean, too, but we usually get along okay.
"Who wants a piece of chocolate cake?" Darry asked. "Susie?"
"Sure!"
"You got any beer?" Two-Bit asked.
"Aren't you supposed to look after Susie and walk her home? You shouldn't be getting drunk already." Darry exclaimed firmly.
"Alright, I'll wait. But I never get drunk with just one beer…"
Darry's glare made him understand he had to shut up. I, for one, didn't really understand why my brother liked that stuff that much… once, when he was passed out on his bed, I had found a can with still some beer in it and I had tasted it, but it was lousy.
I don't understand adults most of the time. Sometimes I just want to grow up soon, sometimes I don't. "Darry?"
"Yeah?"
I wanted to ask him if he'd consider marrying me in case he didn't find anyone else, even if it was unlikely. But I didn't. "Nothing."
I didn't speak for a while, just listened to everyone's chattering. I couldn't ask Darry if he wanted to marry me eventually, but I could ask him something else. "Darry?"
"Yeah?" he repeated.
"Will you take me to my prom when I'm old enough?"
He smiled. He almost never did, so when he actually made that gesture it was tuff, he looked even more handsome. "If you don't find anyone else. I'm sure you'll have tons of boys asking you."
"Boys?" I repeated. "They're disgusting! I'll wait for you."
"That's settled then." He said.
"Thanks! If only my brother could be as nice as you…"
"Then he wouldn't be himself."
"I guess…"
Sometimes I didn't understand what grown-ups meant. Well, I thought as we were walking home, I'll be one too someday and it'll be worth it if I get to be with Darry.