A.N.) This is my first Outsiders fic. I hope y'all like it. I made Darry and Soda a little bit older then they should. Please stop constantly bringing that up.
Darry - 9
Sodapop - 4
Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders.
Adjusting to Ponyboy
Chapter 1: The Angel and The Devil
Nine-year-old Darry Curtis was not happy. He was in the waiting room of a hospital. At two o'clock in the morning, no less. His arms were crossed and he had a scary look on his face. On the other hand, four-year-old Sodapop Curtis was as happy as a toddler could be. Soda sat shaking with excitement, with one big grin on his face.
The Curtis parents were in the delivery room at that moment. A nurse was standing by, keeping an eye on Darry and Soda.
"I got out of bed for this?" Darry asked like a grouch. Darry was smarter then the average bear. Or the average nine-year-old. He was reading a lot and knew things he wasn't expected to know till middle school. Soda then looked concerned, but still had a trace of enthusiasm. He didn't appreciate Darry's comment.
"Don't be wike that. Dawwy." he said in a pout. He was back to the extremely giddy face. "Just think, in a few minutes wewe goin' to have a new bwother or sistew! I'm so exceeded!" he said, trying to say excited.
"This is a big problem, Soda. It's going to alternate our lives dramatically. It's going to ruin us. It's going to be 'the baby this' and 'the baby that'!" Darry objected.
"I don't think that. I'm goin' to wove and hug him or hew as soon as I get a chance!" Soda said. He was so innocent, but a naive, happy-go-lucky blob, Darry thought. That monster is gonna steal our lives! I had a lucky break with Soda's coming though. But I can't let my guard down for a sec!
"I can't wait! Now we'll have someone to wefewee (referee) when we pway football!" Soda exclaimed happily! Darry looked even more livid.
"Yeah! Now you're the monkey in the middle!" Darry snapped at Sodapop. The good thing was that Soda didn't see that as an insult.
"We can play that now too!" he said cheering. To Soda's fortune, yet to Darry's bad luck, the two boys' father walked out of the delivery room. He was dressed in green scrubs, like some nurses, and a surgical mask. He took it off to show the boys he was smiling.
"Darry, Soda, would you like to meet someone?" he asked. No, Darry thought bitterly. "Come on," his father prodded. No one needed to ask Soda twice. He jumped from his seat and ran into the room. Darry and his father followed behind. Darry looked like he was about to go to school; mad, bored, and thinking there was no point.
The boys paid no attention to the room's scenery. Only on the lady, who sat on the hospital bed, with something rapped in a blanket, bundled in her arms. She looked like she'd been though something crazy, but that little bundle in her arms made it all worth while.
"Mommy, I wanna see!" Soda said and ran up to his mother to look at the buddle. Darry grumbled something and walked up to see too. Soda looked at the bundle eagerly; Darry looked at the bundle solemnly. The two brothers stared a little baby. A little baby was the bundle. His was really cute, and still pink. He had a small puff of light brown, almost red, hair. The nurse had given him a pacifier, so he was sucking on that. It was platonic love at first sight for Soda, and Darry too. He just didn't realize it yet.
"Say hello to your new baby brother, boys," said their mother.
The baby's eyes opened slightly. His first sight was Darry and Sodapop Curtis. Soda smiled down at him. Darry scowled.
"What's his name?" Soda questioned.
"Ponyboy." their father answered. Darry looked even more disappointed than he already was.
"What kind of name is Ponyboy?" Darry asked. His parents didn't hear him.
"A good one," Soda answered, still staring at his new brother.
"Would you like to hold him, Darry?" his mother asked. Darry did his best not to spit out, "Heck no!" He knew his folks would be on his case if he said no. So Darry held his arms out, and allowed the baby to be placed in his arms. Darry's mother turn away from him to talk to the doctor about when they would be able to go home. His father left to take Soda to the bathroom.
Darry looked at the Pony with disgust. Just looking at him. His little hands balled up, sucking on a pacifier, his big grey-green looking at Darry innocently. Horrible!
"I hate you," Darry said, declaring war between him and this baby. Pony's eyes got big and his pacifier fell out of his mouth. Then, Ponyboy was ripped out of Darry's arms and into Soda's. Darry blinked. He didn't notice Soda and his father returned. Fortunately, they had not heard Darry's pronounce.
"I wove ya," Soda said to Ponyboy. Looks like Pony had an angel (Soda) and a demon (Darry) with him.
Let the challenge of adjusting to a new baby brother begin!
A.N.) I hope you liked this. But it's only the beginning. Please review!
