Inspired by my Uncle Tyler, Brandon, and P.J. I love you guys.
Cowboys and Indians.
Sodapop's POV
Me and Ponyboy were outside while Mama and Dad were doing stuff inside. Darry was suppose to watch us, but he was playing in the front yard with Two-Bit. I didn't care though; I had Ponyboy to play with. He may only be six, but he wasn't annoying like other kindergarteners. He was more, what was the word? Oh yeah, mature. Darry thought me that word. Darry was really smart, I wasn't. Mama says that it's just cause I take longer to get to know things, but I think she's just being nice. Ponyboy was smart, he could already read a little bit and new some of his numbers.
Me and Ponyboy were playing go fish while Darry and Two-Bit were playing with Darry's football. Ponyboy wasn't so good at the game yet, but I was teaching him. Me and Ponyboy got along really good, even though we were two years apart. He loved to play with me, and I like to play with him. Me and him shared a room, while Darry gots his own room. I don't care though. Sometimes Pony gets these nightmares that scare him real bad, so he likes to sleep with me sometimes.
"Got any sixes, Pony?" I ask him. He scrunches his eyebrows together and frowns.
"Um… I don't know. Is this a six, Soda?" he asks showing me a eight card. I shake my head.
"Nope, your turn, Pone." I say knowing what card I'll ask for next.
"Alright, uh… gots any ones Soda?" I sigh.
"For the last time, Ponyboy, there ain't any one cards. Try again."
"Okay, gots any fours?" he has asked that nine times, the answer was still the same.
"No, go fish."
Darry's POV
Me and Two-Bit were tossing the football back and forth for about an hour now and he was starting to whine about it.
"Come on, Darry! I'm sick of this football! Let's go do something else." He says heading inside. I shrug my shoulders and start to go up the steps. Then I remember I was suppose to be watching Pony and Soda. I run to the back of the house and see them playing 'Go Fish' in the grass. I smile and go back inside. Two-Bit was in the couch, drinking a Pepsi that my mom must have got him. Two-Bit never gets anything himself while Mom is here. Mom doesn't care though, she likes Keith. She's the one who gave him his nickname. Dad was sitting in his recliner, watching the news.
"Hey Dad." I say to him as I pass by to get some water from the tap.
"Hey, Darry. You and Keith have fun playing?" he asks looking up.
"Yeah, but he started whining so we had to come back inside." I say. Dad smirks and Two-Bit rolls his eyes.
"You were checking on your brothers thought, right Darry?" Mom asks.
"Yes Mom." I say.
"Good boy, now go get them. It's time for dinner, are you staying Two-Bit?" she asks him.
"Sure, I just need to call my Mom." He says going over to the phone. I go outside and see my brothers wrestling in the grass. Soda pins Ponyboy to the ground and Ponyboy shrieks, and then sees me.
"Help Darry!" he screams. I laugh and go over to them.
"Alright Soda, get off him" I say pulling Soda off Ponyboy. Soda grins like a goof at me, and I can't help but grin back.
"Come on, Mom says it's time for dinner." I tell them as I pull Ponyboy up. He looks up at me with puppy dog eyes.
"I wanna piggyback ride Darry!" he says. I smile and pull him on my back. He smiles so big, I'm afraid that his face will break. We all go inside and go to the table. Mom made baked chicken, with corn and mac'n'chesse. Ponyboy, Dad, Soda, and Two-Bit started scraffing down the food, until Mama makes them stop.
"We have to say grace." She says. Everyone stops and folds their hands.
"Darrell would you like to say grace?" Dad nods. We all bow our heads.
"Dear God, thank you for this meal and for my family, and their friends. Please bless us and this meal to our bodies. Amen"
"Amen" we all repeat. We start to eat and talk. Ponyboy told Dad about him and Soda wrestling and playing 'Go Fish'. Two-Bit and my Mom talked about school and Soda and I talked about football. Mom let us stay up a little later tonight, since school was almost out. Ponyboy went to bed at seven thirty, while me and Soda got to stay up till nine. Mom had us say our prays and then we went to bed. I feel asleep real quick that night.
What do you think? Should I continue?