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Ch. 1
Ponyboy's POV:
I didn't realize that I had fallen asleep until the wind scratching on one of the windows woke me up from a light sleep.
When I woke up, it was already three in the morning. Darry will kill me if he finds out about this. I fell asleep reading and left my light on again. That was the third time I've done that this week.
I got up tiredly and walked to my room that I shared with my brother Sodapop.
His movie star good looks were hidden as he laid, curled up in the comforter, face hidden in his pillow. He was snoring as usual.
I quietly got into our bed and tried to clear my mind, but before I knew it, my eyelids began growing heavy, and I fell into a deep sleep.
Sodapop's POV:
The next morning I felt Darry's muscular hands shaking my shoulders lightly trying to wake me up. I refused to get up this early. I don't know how Ponyboy could do it so easily, but I guess it's from going to school every day. I had to go to work, so I had to get up.
"Come on Soda, get up," Darry said a little harshly.
I moaned and stumbled out of bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I grabbed an old white tee shirt that was in a ball on the floor and Darry handed me my DX shirt.
When I went into the kitchen, I smelled my favorite breakfast, scrambled eggs with jelly.
"Finally, the sleepy head is up," Steve shouted. He was pulling on his DX shirt, and by the looks of it, he crashed on our couch last night. His old man must have kicked him out again.
"Shut up,'' I said with a grin, sitting down at the table.
When Darry put the food down, I was so hungry I inhaled it all.
"Whoa there little buddy, don't eat like a horse,'' Darry chuckled, grabbing his mug of hot coffee off the counter. We all started to laugh.
"Hey, where's Pony?" I asked just noticing that he was gone.
"He went for a walk with Johnny," Darry explained, sitting down at the table and pulled out the paper that was just dropped off.
I was kind of worried about them, walking alone, but that thought went away with the sound of our phone ringing.
Darry's POV:
I heard the obnoxious telephone ring as I sat at the kitchen table, reading the daily paper. I quickly slid my chair back and sprinted for the phone that was hanging on the wall in the living room.
"Hello?" I asked, curious to who would be calling this early on a Saturday morning.
"Listen to me,'' a deep, raspy voice said," You do what I say, and no one gets hurt…"
Author's Note: I'm sorry this is so short, but its my first story I've ever written and I wanted a test chapter to see if anyone wants me to continue. I want to thank greasergirl123 for editing . Rate and Review!