Whiskey

Disclaimer: S E Hinton owns all the characters from the outsiders

A/N: Just a cute little idea that I had, please review

I was laying down in bed next to Ponyboy, when I heard our front door slam shut and what sounded like someone falling down onto the floor. I quietly got out of bed and padded of our room and into the living room.

When I got into the living room laying right in front of the front door was a passed out Two-Bit, I went over to him and bent down to check him out. I bent down and looked into his face, his eyes were closed but he was breathing. The scent of whiskey was strong on his breath. He was drunk. I grabbed him under the armpits and pulled him to his feet. I drug him over to the couch and pushed him down.

After I got him on the couch I started to walk back to our bedroom when I heard something hit the ground. I turned around and Two-Bit was on the floor again, he must have rolled off the couch. I walked back over and put him onto the couch again. I made sure he was going to stay before I went back into our bedroom

I padded into our room and over to my side of the bed. I laid down and threw my arm over Ponyboy. I heard a distant thunk from the living room meaning Two-Bit probably fell off the couch again. My last thought before I fell asleep was "That idiot can stay there until morning."

I woke up and went out into the living room to find that Two-Bit was still passed out on the floor, where I had left him last night. I smirked to myself and stepped over him on my way to the kitchen. Darry was already up and was cooking the eggs, I went to the icebox and pulled out the jar of grape jelly and the chocolate milk and cake.

"Go wake up Ponyboy, Soda."

"Okay." I said as I bounded off towards our room to wake up Ponyboy. I got into our room, I ran and jumped on the bed, while screaming "Ponyboy, wake up!"

All he did was roll over and go back to sleep. I leaned over him and started to tickle him. He twisted and turned trying to escape me. "Uncle, uncle." he said between his gasping breaths.

I smiled at him and he grinned back at me, I swatted the back of his head and said, "C'mon sleepyhead, Darry's cooking breakfast."

He followed me out of the room, and when we got into the living room he asked me, "Soda why is Two-Bit on the floor?"

"He came in drunk last night and I put him on the couch but he kept rolling off, so I left him on the floor."

Ponyboy smiled at me and said, "Okay, let's go get breakfast."

I laughed at him and followed him into the kitchen, where we ate breakfast. We were about halfway through when we heard a shout of, "Why the hell am I on the floor in your house?" directed towards the kitchen, me and Ponyboy, shared a glance before busting into fits off laughter.