Disclaimer: Never owned the Outsiders
"Do do do doooooooo do do." hummed Soda. Bobbing his head to a Christmas tune, he strolled into the house, happy and slightly cold from outside. Soda flung his jacket onto the couch and headed toward the kitchen.
"Two-bit! Give it!"
"Hahaha kid. No way. This stuff tastes great!"
"Arrrghhhh! That's our only baking spoon! And you're contaminating it!"
"Gee, fancy word. Wait, lemme finish this last- AAAAGGGHHH! MY EYES! I CAN'T BREATHE!"
"Ha."
Soda slowly poked his head into the doorframe. Poor two-bit was leaning next to the sink, washing his flour-whitened face with water. Ponyboy was grinning, back to the door and grasping the wooden spoon. Chocolate chip cookie dough was inside a large bowl next to him. A bag of flour was ripped open and was sitting next to the door, with bits of the baking ingredient sprinkled on the floor. Soda glanced at the bag, a slow smile creeping upon his face. Quickly, yet quietly, Sodapop lifted the open bag, inched toward Ponyboy and "RRAAAAAAAAAAARRRR!" screamed.
Pony and Two-bit turned, eyes widening, and tried to run but poof! The bag was hurled into their direction. Poor guys had no chance, themselves, the walls and counters covered in flour. It was a perfect throw, half the entire kitchen was powdered white. Soda was cracking up at the image. Nothing he was trying to say was understandable, he was just laughing too hard. One word was heard quite clearly though. "-flour! Ahahaha-"
The flour covered Greasers scowled and sputtered. Pony tried to wipe the stuff out of his eyes while Two-bit groaned, once again having a face full of flour. They turned to each other, then Soda. Without hesitation, they pounced on the cackling teen, the falling flour whiting Soda's clothes. While wrestling, all three hear the front door open.
"Pony? Soda? Said Darry. They froze.
"Shit."
Darry, also whistling a holiday tune, strolled toward the kitchen, and saw the scene before him. The walls, counter, sink, floor, and finally, the three wide eyed boys frozen on the floor. Soda in a headlock by Pony and Two-bit's fist hovering over Soda's face. All covered, or smeared, in white. Darry stared at them, eyes also wide. You could practically see the steam rushing out his ears.
Meanwhile, Johnny entered the house, his mind on the cookies Pony said he was gonna make, and stopped once he saw everyone. Eyeing Darry -and the bowl of uncooked dough- he quietly backed out, nervous, but with a small smile playing upon his face
Well, watcha think?
~Lunarlilies
