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((Note: This is my first ever FanFic so please read and review. If I get positive reviews after the first two to three chapters I will continue writing.))
It was a hot and humid night in the middle of July when I was awoken by the telephone ringing. I guess I'm a light sleeper cuz Soda just rolled over completely oblivious to the noise. I heard Darry picking up the phone
"Hello," he said yawning, "What? Who is this?" he paused listening, "Oh, you didn't sound like yourself." Soda groaned.
Darry continued," Okay, I'll be there in a few. I just gotta tell Pony and Soda." Click
At this point I figured I might as well pretend to be asleep. I heard Darry stomping to our room like his legs were made of wood. He flicked the light on. Soda groaned.
"I gotta go get Dally and umm a... friend," Darry said," Pony I can tell you're not asleep."
"Whatever," I said tiredly.
I didn't like the way he said friend and with Dally's friends you'd never know what to expect. Darry turned the light back off.
I listened to Darry pull away. I stared up at the ceiling listening to Soda breathe and the occasional shouts from outside. I tried to fall back asleep, but I couldn't. My mind was restless, I mean what could Dally want at this hour. It was even late for him. Soon my mind was wanderin through just about every hair-brained scheme Dally could be tryin' to pull.
Just as I was startin to fall back asleep I heard Darry pull back in. I heard the truck doors slam shut and then Dally cuss sayin somethin bout wakin people up. I listened to them walk up to the house; I couldn't make out what they were saying. The screen door opened and then shut again. I was starting to doze off again. I was telling myself Pony just try to stay awake a bit longer.
Dally and Darry started talking and I started trying to listen. All I could figure was that Dally had found some Grease that sure had the tar beaten right outta them. And that they'd be stayin at our house til whoever it was could get up on their own two feet. There was somethin real strange about it though. I was too tired to care. I'd figure it out in the morning.