A/N heyy, um I don't own Outsiders, and yea S.E. Hinton does
"IT'S SUMMER!"
"It's April, dipshit."
"You know what, it can be summer if I want it to be. And who you callin' a dipshit, dipshit."
"Whatever, it's still April, it ain't summer 'til that memorial day BBQ with Superman standing over the grill, Dal wearing that stupid cowboy hat, Two-Bit being an idiot, me and Soda climbing up on the roof for some privacy, you and Johnny fighting, Pony's track meet, and your brother being your brother."
"Hey, don't talk 'bout my brother that way."
"Yeah, don't talk about her brother that way," a deep voice says from behind us as two hands clamp onto my shoulders. I jumped about a foot in the air before landing on his foot. "Jesus Chrissy, didn't know you were such a scaredy cat."
"Just shut up Pony," I say, stalking off towards the DX.
"Jeesh, I'm sorry Chrissy, it was just a joke."
"Really funny joke, Pony, I'm really laughing my ass off at how hysterical you are. You know what, maybe you should do stand up, if you such the comedian now. "
"Damn it, Chris, I said I was sorry, it didn't mean anything, I swear."
"Save it for someone who cares Pony, I'm not in the mood."
"You're never in the mood anymore, what happened to one you used to be fun?!" Pony yells at me as I cross the street.
"Life happened, so just grow up and do something worthwhile with your life."
"Heyyy, so I know we were gonna hang out, but would you mind if I go hang out with the girls?" Connie asks, damn I had completely forgotten about her in the midst of mine and Pony's fight.
"Naw, go ahead, I'm prolly just gonna do some shopping for Darry and help with dinner."
"Oh, ya sure you'd be fine?"
"I'm sure girl, just go, but be careful. Pony, I know you're following me, so just get your ass up here and walk next to me," I say without turning around.
"What do you have eyes on the back of your head or something?"
"Don't. Touch. The. Hair," I growl as I smack his hand away.
"Damn."
"Darry, I'm-we're home," Pony shouts, slamming the screen door in my face.
"Fuck off," I mutter as I walk past Pony into the kitchen.
"Any time you want, I'm ready," Pony whispers back, following me into the kitchen.
"In your dreams, asshole."
"Well I would prefer in my bed, or your bed, but I guess dreams will do for now."
"God I hate you!" I shout, throwing a handful of flour at him.
"Love you too, bitch!" Pony yells back, grabbing the hose from the sink and spraying me with it. And let me tell you, when flour and water mix, it ain't pretty. But Pony wasn't giving up, so neither was I.
"PONYBOY MICHAEL CURTIS, CHRISTINE LISA RANDLE, WHAT IS GOD'S NAME DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!"
"He started it," I spit out first, sending a smirk in his direction.
"NO! That bitch started it!"
"Who do you think you're calling a bitch?"
"LANGUAGE, PLEASE!"
"Whatcha gonna do about it, Chrissy, you can't do anything, you're a girl."
"Watch me do something about it bastard!" I shout before tackling Pony into a pile of flour-water goo.
"Dal, Two-Bit, help me out here?" Darry asks before I'm lifted of the ground and held about two feet off the ground.
"I got this one-"
"DAMMIT TWO-BIT, PUT ME DOWN OR SO HELP ME I WILL KICK YOUR NUTS SO HARD THEY WILL FLY OUT NOSE!"
"Darry, can you do something, I'm actually quite fond of my balls, and would not like them up my nostrils," Two-bit asks, holding me a bit further away from his body. Across the room, Pony was standing oh-so-nonchalantly against the counter next to Dally who was whispering something into Pony's ear.
"I'm chill, I'm chill you can put me down Two," I say, waiting until my feet hit the floor and then flying across the kitchen and kneeing Pony in the balls.
"MOTHERFUCKING LITTLE BITCH YOU'RE GONNA FUCKING PAY FOR THIS YOU NO GOOD SLUT!" Pony screams, collapsing on the floor.
"Welp, my work here is done, I was just stoping by to grab the grocery list and be on my way, so I think I will be on my way," I say walking towards the front door as quickly as I can.
"Oh no you don't," Darry says while picking me up and sitting me not too gently on the couch. Two-bit and Dally helped get Pony over to the couch until we were sitting as far as physically possible on a small couch.
"I am sick of the way you two have been acting since your brothers left. This is very childish and stupid. I have no idea what has gotten into you two, but it is about to change. We are all a family, and if we want things to happen as close to normal as possible in this house, we need to learn how to work together. This means that you need to have an attitude adjustment and I know the perfect way for that to happen."
"What? Let them fuck each other senseless until they're happy?" Dally asks. I look at Pony and then mime gagging while he has the same response.
"No, but you two are going to learn to love each other. We are a family, goddammit, and I don't care if you don't like each other, but you will love each other and show respect and compassion for each other, do I make myself clear?"
"Yessir," I mutter under my breathe while nodding.
"Good. Now to do this for the next week during spring break, I want you guys within five feet of each other. This means at all times. If one of you needs to go to the bathroom, I expect the other one to be sitting outside of the bathroom door. If one of you needs to go out for a smoke, then other one should be sitting out there as well. Kitchen, both of you. Living room, both of you. Bedroom, both of you. You will learn to care for eachother or so help me. You got it?"
"What about my track practices?"
"There are bleachers at the track, I will inform Coach Dixon that Chrissy will be watching practices for this week."
"This is so unfair."
"Too bad, now both of you go get the kitchen clean and then clean yourselves up. Then you will go first to the grocery store, then to Chrissy's house to get her clothes for the week and any necessities, and then you will come home and prepare dinner. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes," Pony and I say at the same time before heading into the kitchen.
"I'll mop and you get the cabinets and counters?" Pony asks.
"I'll mop and you get the cabinets and counters," I mock, "Yeah sure."
"So, to makes things quicker, we could shower together and-"
"In your dreams, Curtis," I say before slamming the bathroom door in his face. I reach behind the sink for a small bag I stashed there over the summer, filled with clothes. I showered as quick as possible belting 'Sunshine Of Your Love' by Cream at the top of my lungs.
"CHRISSY SHUT UP AND GET OUT!"
"Urghhhh," I huff, pulling my hair into a ponytail, and straightening my jean shorts and tank top.
"Won't you be a cold?" Pony asks before shoving his way into the bathroom. Yeah, but the only other shirt in there used to be Steve's, so….
"Won'tcha be cold, kid?" Dally asks, walking by.
"Yeah, but it's fine, it's warming up."
"The spare clothes you have are Steve's."
"Yeah."
"Sucks."
"Ok, we need eggs, milk, bread, beer, pepsi, Cheerios, meat, vegetables for salad, apples, and chocolate milk."
"Ok bossy, I'll get the cold stuff, you get the healthy stuff and boxed stuff."
"'Kay, back here in five, ready set go!" Pony shouts before running off.
"Damn you," I curse before sprinting off. Damn, I am out of shape.
"I win," Pony announces like a proud four year old.
"No shit, I can't run for shit," I pant, trying to give the cashier my money.
"Welllll, that sucks for you, now let's go get you clothes."
"How many fucking clothes do you need?"
"Enough for a week, dipshit."
"But-"
"Nope, shhhs, my dad's home."
"And?"
"Shhhs, you out the window now, I'll meet you in like 10 max at the corner."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, you go,"
"D-"
"Go!"
"Fine," Pony agrees, climbing out of the window. I slip my backpack filled with clothes over my shoulder and walking down the hall.
"Hello? Dad?"
"FUCK!" the person yelled, and it was not my father.
"Who are you?" I ask, walking forward, reaching my hand towards my knife in my back pocket. Shit, Two must have taken it off of me early today.
"Ok listen up kid, this is an armed burglary; I'm gonna need you to stand with your back against the wall, hands up, and answer my every question unless you want to be shot in your pretty face."
"Umm, ok, that sounds great, but I really need to go."
"Well first, ya gonna tell me where all of your Daddy's precious things are."
"Umm, ok, his bedroom."
"Ya gonna come with me," this dude says, grabbing my arm and twisting it backwards, which hurts like a son of a bitch, and pressing the gun into the back of my head.
"Where in here?"
"Money under the mattress, my mom's jewelry is in the top draw of the bureau, uhh, I think there's a safe deposit box in the closet. Can I go now?"
"Yeah, but let me give you something to remember me by," the guy says, turning me around and planting his whole mouth on top of mine. "I'll call you, Chrissy," he says with a wink as he walks out of the house, taking all the money with him.
"Damn," I whisper to myself, leaning against the wall for support.
"Guys, I'm super tired, so I'm going to bed," I add to my yawn.
"'Night Chrissy," people chorus as I walk out of the living room.
"Remember, you're in Pony's room," Darry calls as an after thought. Right, it was just Pony's room now. I change into an old pair of basketball shorts and a hoodie. I crawl into Pony's bed, staying closest to the side with the window.
"That's my side."
"Nope."
"Chrissy, move."
"Nope, if you want this side, you're going to have to share it with me," I murmur, falling back into a dreamless sleep.
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