Title- The Tale of Ronnie
Chapter Title- One Saturday Morning
Summary- It's the sequel to all those Jess stories. Only, it is someone else's POV, I bet that you can't guess.
Disclaimer- I do not own The Outsiders. I happen to own a very big bowl of Frosted Flakes which I enjoy the same way the main character does. What can I say? I'm a chocoholic. Now, let me go eat my Frosted Flakes... (They're great!)
I woke to the smell of chocolate cake. I think I grew up on chocolate cake and I love it. Mom and Nate don't really care for it, but dad and I love it. We could live off of chocolate cake. Nate thinks it wouldn't be so bad if we ate it once in a while, but we have it constantly. Either mom served some with breakfast or we had it for desert. When my Uncles came over, she had to make two chocolate cakes.
Technically, not all of them were my Uncles. Steve, Darry, and Pony were my Uncles. Darry and Pony was my dad's, Soda's, brothers, while Steve was my mom's, Jessica's, half-brother. Two-Bit was just a good friend, but I considered him my Uncle. He has a sister, she's our baby-sitter. I don't call her my Aunt, I call her Miss Mathews. I know mom thinks that funny, but I like to call her that.
My name is Veronica Lynn Curtis, but if you call me that I will knock your teeth loose. So what if I'm only seven? I will. I like to be called Ronnie, it makes me sound tough. I'm supposed to be a girl and all, but one time I buried a kid's head in the sand because he tried to hold my hand. I have a twin brother named Nathaniel David Curtis, but he prefers Nate. He won't tell you though; I'm the only person he talks to. Nate is really attached to me, or so my mother says. In kindergarten, we weren't in the same class so he sat in the middle of his classroom and started to cry. I thought it was funny, mom however, didn't.
I shook Nate a little to wake him up. He doesn't like mornings. He rubbed his eyes and gently pushed me off to the side. I grabbed his hand and dragged him into the kitchen. The kitchen of our house is attached to the living room, so I can sit at the table and watch television. Mom already had out our breakfast. She knew exactly what I liked, Frosted Flakes in chocolate milk with a nice glass of chocolate milk. I figured my Uncles were coming over for dinner since the cake wasn't on the table. I took the straw that was in my chocolate milk and started to blow bubbles. My mom looked at me and I stopped.
I drink my chocolate milk with a straw, but Nate drinks it without a straw. He won't admit it, but I know he likes getting the milk moustache. I started to eat my cereal when I saw that the television wasn't on. I ran over to it and turned it on and looked through the channels trying to find something good on. I found something good, Mickey Mouse. I knew my mom didn't like it much, but Uncle Two-Bit liked it. He had me watch it with him every time he came over here. For my birthday, he always bought me and Nate a new Mickey stuffed animal. I had three Minnies and four Mickeys.
I heard dad coming out of the bedroom and I ran over to him. I gave him a nice big hug and he picked me up. He made a comment about me being to big to pick up. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and grinned. Mom said I have dad's grin and I could get away with murder. I'm not ever going to try that. I'll stick with getting away with burying kids in the sand. He put me back down and I went back into the kitchen to finish eating my cereal in chocolate milk. I love chocolate. Dad ruffled Nate's hair a little bit, Nate blushed. He doesn't really like it when people touch him. Then dad kissed mom. Nate looked away and I went 'ew'.
I heard the door open and I went to go see who it was. It was Uncle Two-Bit. He's my favorite Uncle. I don't mind Uncle Ponyboy that much; he normally reads or writes; he's in college. Uncle Darry comes over sometimes. When he comes on school days it's to pick up dad to take him to work. I see him on the weekends sometimes. Uncle Steve doesn't do much, he either plays cards with dad, they're best friends, watches television, talks to dad, or eats over. He doesn't do much with Nate and me. Sometimes, on holidays like Thanksgiving, they all play football. I'm not allowed to play because I'm too young. When I get older I hope they'll let me play. I hope they don't say I'm not allowed to play because I'm a girl. I'm just as tough as any of them.
I gave Uncle Two-Bit a hug and went back to see if I could finally finish my cereal. It seemed to be taking forever. I finished it and went to sit next to him on the couch. Nate was already in my seat. That made me mad. I pouted, hoping it would get Nate to move. It didn't Nate was immune to my pouts; he seemed to be the only one. Finally I gave up and climbed onto Two-Bit's lap. I grinned and he let me. That grin was really handy sometimes.
The door opened again and it was Uncle Steve. I waved hi and turned my attention back to the television. I didn't care for Uncle Steve that much. He was kind of boring and I wouldn't have guessed he belonged to this family. But then again mom said that they had different mothers. Maybe that was all it took to make him boring, to have a different mom.
Apparently Uncle Darry's house used to be the place that everybody met. It changed when we were born and mom and dad moved out. We didn't like going to places early in the morning. You should see the fights we have with Nate every morning before school. He hides under our bed. Yes, our bed. We share a bed because he is afraid of the dark. Yeah, it may sound a little strange, a seven year old that is afraid of the dark.
I loved Saturdays. Mom and dad didn't work on Saturdays and Uncle Two-Bit watched cartoons with us in the morning. Then, I could watch boring shows for the rest of the day, or read a book, or lay on my bed all day. But my favorite thing to do was to go outside and practice cartwheels. Mom is always afraid I'm going to get hurt, but I won't. I'm really careful. I do them in a really grassy spot where the ground is soft. On parts of our yard, it's really hard and it hurts.
I told mom that I was going to practice my cartwheels. She groaned. I flashed my grin and started to go into the yard. With my grin, there isn't anything I can't do.