Ph33r my VERY AU and OOC drabble about Darry and his Thanksgiving weekend. I'm sticking this in since it was one of my school assignments and I just changed the names up a bit. -nods head yes- I'd add Johnny in, but I don't have anything about him ;.; I'll be posting my Steve Randle one-shot later on this week. Probably.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders but I wish I did!
My weekend was very eventful.
On Wednesday, my grandparents flew in from Nebraska. They stayed at my house, in my blue, car-filled, typical boyish room. I had to stay in the extra bedroom that didn't actually have a bed, or heat, or solid doors. The room was musty and dark and small. Dust floated everywhere, but I was okay sleeping there. Sure enough, I was sick the next day.
Thanksgiving was pretty fun but I ate way too much. While I lay crippled in pain, my grandparents proceeded to tell me that they didn't want me to get fat or 'chubby' from eating so much delicious American foods. But hey! I'm like practically 14 and I work out!
Two-bit, and his parents came over for dinner along with my great grandmother and her other children. Two-bit, being the curious eleven year old he was, came over and shut down the computer while I was still on, designing a new desk top background. After I got over losing hours worth of pixel picturing, I consumed even more mashed potatoes, and whatever was left over. I also failed to notice a message from this girl at school, who then yelled at me for standing her up at the Dingo the following Monday. x.x
On Friday, my mother drove my whole family to the Tulsa Outlets. We walked around the outlet looking for great deals on whatever useless thing I felt like buying; meaning I got a yo-yo! My mom decided to go to the Coach store and I followed her there. We didn't make it though, since it had a line extending down the crowded block. Standing around wasn't so bad, one employee was handing out sugary candy.
Saturday wasn't splendid for me at all. I awoke to a certain brother jumping on my legs telling me my pet fish got sucked up the tank filter, like Nemo did in Finding Nemo. Panicking, I ran downstairs to find that he was right, and I had lost my beautiful crossbreed angel/butterfly fish. He was dark grey and white and actually very pretty. Not only was I disappointed, I was also aggravated since my sister took that opportunity to mock me. That fish was really cool, since I trained him to jump out of the water, spin, and follow my hand on the outside of his tank. I stayed home that day, playing computer games and trying to ignore the obnoxious voice of Dally singing about how he added to my fish death by poking it with a net.
On Sunday, I purposely did not tell him or my brothers that we did not have Sunday School so they sat through three hours of preaching while I slept in on my parents' large, fluffy, bouncy bed. Later in the day, our whole family went out for a lunch at Applebee's. My grandparents had to go to Nebraska so I got my bedroom back. The rest of the day went by slowly. My mom cleared my room so I spent an hour or so searching for my Nintendo DS charger. I still haven't found it, but I guess I can borrow a friend's. As one can see, this is how my weekend went.
Gahh, hope I get at least a B for this x.x Rate and review please?