Welcome to the New Home
AN: Hi, everybody! This is my first ever story on here so please be kind to me about it. If you're a fan of "The Outsiders", then I bet you'll love reading this story, but I could be wrong. Either way, I hope you enjoy it! Happy reading! :D
P.S. I do not own the characters of "The Outsiders"! I only own the characters that I invent up (which won't appear in this chapter, but they will appear in chapter two!)! S.E. Hinton created the "The Outsiders" characters, not me! Also, Johnny and Dally are still alive in this! The book hasn't taken place yet! Now, onward with the story! :p J
Chapter 1
Everybody knows how much Greasers and Socs hate each other, but no one could ever figure out the main why. Ponyboy Curtis was one of those specific people. He knew how dark the Socs were, considering that he was the youngest Greaser. Sure, the Socs jumped them and threatened to kill them all in different rumbles, but Pony never could see the main difference. He knew he would never figure it out either.
Ponyboy is only thirteen years old, living with his two older brothers, seventeen-year-old Sodapop and twenty-year-old Darry. It would only be a couple months until Ponyboy's fourteenth birthday. Neither Soda, Darry, or any of the other Greasers could predict what else could possibly happen in his life, nor theirs for that matter. Nevertheless, neither of the seven teenage Greasers would have to worry about that for a few more months.
The cold month of December came dashing before anybodies eyes, icing the sidewalks and covering everywhere in sight with a bright white blanket of snow. Ponyboy was "sleeping" in, all snuggled warmly underneath the covers of his and Soda's bed. Since the snow had been getting worse and worse, school has been getting canceled for awhile. However, Darry and Soda still had to work. There was nothing to do, nobody to talk to. Ponyboy wasn't even tired anymore at all. He was just so board that it caused him to want to stay in bed.
Dallas and Johnny had headed out to the Dingo to hang out for awhile, and Steve of course hated Pony's guts, thinking he was nothing a tag-a-long since they were kids. Two-bit, on the other hand, was unknown at the moment. Ever sense the recent fight with his mother, Two-bit refused to go back to his place, so he's been hanging out in the lot more then usual and was crashing with Steve at his place. Pony felt sorry for Two-bit, especially since it was almost Christmas and he had just gotten into a hard fight with his mom that it caused him to stomp out and slam the door behind him, refusing to go back. Two-bit hasn't been that furious since Dally drank the last bottle of beer that Darry had bought for their usual Greasers night movie marathon.
Ponyboy kept closing and reopening his eyes, trying to bear with the sleepiness that was creeping upon him once again. He understood that he didn't have long until Soda or Darry would come into the room and tickle him back awake, but he was becoming so tired that he couldn't handle it anymore. The thirteen-year-old Greaser shut his eyes and fell into another deep sleep. Ten minutes past until a knock was heard at the door. Pony let out a loud moan and turned over onto his left side, now not being able to see the door. He then heard it creep open and heard a soft voice follow it.
"Well, well, well! Good-morning to you, too, sunshine!" Sodapop greeted, chuckling with most of his words. His response was another tired moan from Pony, who was feeling so groggy from just waking up that he didn't even feel like pushing himself back over to see his one of his brothers famous, friendly morning smiles.
"Pony, you seriously got to get up. I'm leaving for the DX station and Darry needs to head off to work himself," Soda pointed out
"Why should I get up? It's not like I'm going to be able to hang out with anybody today," Ponyboy complained, pulling the covers over his head. He was hoping that, that would help cut him a break from Soda. However if Darry came upstairs to get him next, it wasn't going to be such a great morning.
Soda looked at his baby brother hiding himself underneath their bed covers and frowned, which he rarely ever did. He sighed.
"Don't think of it like that, Ponyboy. You know that Darry and I both need to work so we can keep up with the bills and all of that. Why don't you call Johnny and Dally over?" Soda suggested.
Ponyboy popped back out from the covers and finally got the feeling to push himself up, forcing him to sit up on the bed in his solid white nightshirt and red boxers. He shook his head at Soda, releasing a sigh afterwards, really wishing that he could get Dally and Johnny-cake to come to their house.
"They can't, Soda. Dally took Johnny to the Dingo and they're going to be there for nearly the entire day," Ponyboy informed
Sodapop slipped on his right foots sock, doing the same while hopping around in a circle to keep his balance with his other. Ponyboy couldn't resist to grow a slim grin and chuckle a slight bit at Soda's childish way of getting his own socks on his feet.
Soda looked over at Pony after hearing his slight laughs and grew another one of his amazingly handsome smiles, as if his frown was never there.
"What about Two-bit? Does he have any plans for today?" Soda asked
Pony's grin imminently disappeared off his face as his chuckles died away. He turned his head and gazed out the window that was right beside the bed, seeing the glass covered with a chilly frost, and snow was dancing all through the crispy air outside. Worried thoughts and feelings started overwhelming Ponyboy, hearing all kinds of his own questions echoing around in his head.
Where's Two-bit? Is he okay? Why hasn't he returned to Steve's house for these past days? Could he possibly be lounging out in the lot or park out there in the cold snowfall? Did the Socs possibly get him? Was he hurt, kidnapped, or even…killed?
Ponyboy started getting more frightened then worried by that point. Two-bit was one of the best friends that somebody could ever have, and if he disappeared out of nowhere, the Greasers gang wouldn't be the same without him. He couldn't be gone! He couldn't be dead! He just couldn't! Life wouldn't make any sense to any of the Greasers anymore, including Darry and even Dallas.
Soda watched his little brother, noticing his worried expression on his face and instantly knew that something was wrong. "Baby…are you alright?" Soda asked, his voice half nervous and half worried.
Ponyboy shrugged his shoulders and leaned on the windowsill, keeping his eyes on the drifting snow that was glimmering all around out of the sky. It was official that Two-bit was permanently stuck on his mind until he was found. Hopefully it wouldn't be too long until Dally would be dragging in through the front door a kicking and screaming Two-bit, announcing to everyone in the household, "I found him!". But it wasn't that easy.
Dally had been searching for Two-bit since the first time Steve reported him missing the exact day he went to check on him in the guest bedroom to find the bed unmade and the window wide open, along with some of his clothes and a suitcase missing. That slick had jumped out the window from the two-story house and ran off someplace with different pairs of Steve's clothes and one of his fathers suitcases.
While Dally searched all over the place for the missing wisecracker Two-bit, Johnny had been asking people who weren't Socs, like Buck and some other workers at Darry's job. Johnny even tried asking his parents if they could help him and the rest of the Greasers find Two-bit, but all he got was saliva spit on him that smelt like tobacco from his mother, and a strong punch in the jaw from his dad, right before both of them kicked him out into the snowy front yard, bucking and yelling at him to leave them alone and to stay out of their lives. Wow, what some early Christmas present.
"Do you think Two-bit's alright out there, Soda?" Ponyboy asked. "I mean, he's been gone for a few days now and he's supposed to be crashing at Steve's."
Soda took a short moment to take in his little brothers words before he climbed up onto their bed and rested on his knees by Ponyboy's side. He turned his attention out the window, thinking about what Pony could possibly he so interested in. It didn't take long at all until the sparkling snowflakes caught Soda's attention more then he possibly thought it could. It was beautiful, but Ponyboy wasn't concerned about the snow. He missed Two-bit very much that it caused a part of his heart to ache.
"I miss him, Soda," Pony spoke up, feeling some tears coming on in his eyes, but he held them back and didn't allow them to fall. Soda's sorrow frown appeared on his face once again, taking a glance back over at Pony. He placed his arm around Ponyboy's shoulder and rested his head down on his shoulder, carefully stroking his hair to try to help him feel better.
"I miss him, too, kiddo. But we shouldn't be scared about him. Think about it, we're talking about Two-bit," Soda reminded
"What do you mean? Two-bit can't last another day without a bottle of beer out there in the cold snow!" Pony objected
Sodapop cracked his dazzling grin again. "Exactly! That's how I know he'll be back any day now. He's properly missing Mickey to death also!" he chuckled, tussling Ponyboy's slightly shaggy hair.
Ponyboy's slight smile appeared on his face again, but kept his chuckles inside the best he could. Soda looked at him, knowing he wanted to laugh and formed a plotting gaze in his eyes.
"Come on, Pony! Laugh!" Sodapop ordered, cheerfully, as he tackled Ponyboy down and started tickling his ribs, causing him to howl out all of his laughter to death.
"S-S-Soda! St-op!" Ponyboy laughed, trying his best to throw his older brother off from him, but Soda was much stronger then him.
"Hm…no, I don't think I will," Soda chuckled, after pretending to think about it.
"Soda, pl-ea-se!" Pony begged, the feather-light touches of Soda's fingers poking at his skin completely unbearable.
Soda continued grinning and rolled his eyes playfully, not letting up one bit, no matter how much Pony laughed and pleaded him to stop. In Soda's mind, Ponyboy was laughing all of his worry and fear out, which was one of the best feelings he ever felt in his heart.
"SODA! PONY!" Darry's voice hollered out from the bottom of the stairway.
Soda instantly stopped tickling Ponyboy, giving him a chance to finally pant and catch his breath. The two listened carefully, pretending to question why Darry was hollering for them. Ponyboy finally took his chance and pushed Soda off from on top of him, making them both start quietly laughing to each other.
"DO I HAVE TO COME UP THERE AND GET YOU TWO AGAIN?" Darry asked, angrily. His tone was loud enough from the bottom of the stairs that it echoed all away down the upstairs hallway.
"NO, DARRY!" Soda called out back, not sounding upset, scared, or annoyed at all.
"THEN YOU BEST GET DOWN HERE!" Darry warned
Soda glanced back at Ponyboy. "Well, you heard Superman. Get dressed and head on downstairs. I'm sure Two-bit's fine and he'll show up eventually. Before you know it, Christmas will be here and we'll all be having a jolly good time with the whole gang," Soda lectured
"Are you sure, Sodapop?" Ponyboy asked, starting to sound a tad bit worried again. That earned him a playful punch in the arm by Soda.
"Of course I'm sure! When have I ever been wrong?" Soda asked
"How about the time you thought Darry's truck was parked in a perfect location in the driveway and you ended up backing into the mailbox? Twice, might I add," Ponyboy commented
Soda rolled his eyes, remembering how he thought that he was parked in a great area up the driveway, away from the mailbox. It actually was a great place to park the truck. That is, until Soda headed out again and backed it into the mailbox. It happened twice in three days only a month ago when he was heading out to pick up Sandy, his girlfriend.
"That wasn't my fault! The mailbox was in my way! Not the other way around!" Soda exclaimed with his silky, joyful laugher. Ponyboy joined in for a few seconds until Soda climbed off the bed and headed over to the door, grabbing his DX cap from where it was resting.
He turned around to see Ponyboy last time and smiled, slipping on his DX cap over his ash black hair before heading out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Pony finally had enough courage on the inside to force himself to smile a complete smile, making his heart glow with happiness. Sodapop Patrick Curtis was defiantly amazing to have as a brother, always there through the thick and thin to help put a smile on your face. However, Ponyboy was still very concerned about Two-bit and where he could be, not to mention if he was possibly with someone or somebody's.
His heart started aching a slight bit again, making him want to just hide himself under the covers again.
"Oh, Two-bit…where are you, man?" Ponyboy murmured to himself, clenching his hand over his heart.
He let out a sigh and climbed out of bed, starting to get ready for another December day. On the other hand though, this was going to be his first day in the coldest, snowiest month without anyone from the gang to chat or hang out with.
"Today is going to be one looonngg, sllooww day," Ponyboy muttered as he took off the T-shirt that he had slept in and put on a black mussel shirt, along with a leather jacket that Dally had given him on his thirteenth birthday. He then zipped on a pair of worn out, black jeans and a pair of white socks to keep his feet warm when he trudged around the house all day alone.
The youngest Greaser finished off fixing his hair to look good as new with his comb, adding some hair grease in right after.
"PONYBOY!" Darry hollered out
"I'M COMING, DARRY!" Pony shouted as he exited his and Soda's bedroom, continuing his way down the hall. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he saw Darry buttoning up his shirt while trying to get done with washing down the table and counters.
"Why so worked up, Darry?" Ponyboy questioned
"If I don't do this stuff, who will?" Darry asked, not looking up at his youngest brother when he kept on scrubbing away at the table. "So, did Soda tell you that you're going to be home by yourself?"
"Well…sort of," Pony answered
"What do you mean by that?" Darry asked as he swung the rag he was using to clean over his shoulder and finally gazed up at Ponyboy to see his face.
"I mean that Soda gave me suggestions to invite Johnny and Dally over, but they're going to be at the Dingo until you and Sodapop get back from work. Right after that, he suggested Two-bit…but you know why I can't get him to come over," Ponyboy sighed, and he started going into complete detail about everything that happened and was said between him and Soda.
Darry finished buttoning up his shirt and tossed the rag over onto the counter. He looked at Pony and bit his lip, not knowing what he could possibly state. Soda pretty much said all that could be said. Don't get Darry wrong though. He very much missed Two-bit and his idiotic jokes and crazy pranks. That Mickey Mouse lover was being very much missed with no sign of where he could've gone or who he could possibly be with if he was with anybody.
"Listen, Pony, I miss Two-bit, too…but you just got to get through today all on your own, okay? You're thirteen, no longer a little child, you understand what I'm saying?" Darry asked.
Ponyboy nodded his head, but started speaking what was on his mind again right after. "It just feels so different being by myself instead of hanging out with anyone in the gang," he spoke "I just hope Two-bit running away isn't the reason why our gang is almost like…tearing apart,".
Darry touched his chin and thought about what Ponyboy just lectured, thinking to himself that, that was quite a mouthful for him. Darry placed his hand back at his side and shook his head.
"No, Ponyboy," Darry stated "we're doing everything we can to find Two-bit, and I'm sure like Soda already told you, he'll turn up sooner or later. But you can't just mope around just because he went off someplace for only a couple days,".
"Someplace, Darry! Think about it! Two-bit shouldn't be out there in the snow somewhere with a suitcase packed with some of Steve's clothes when some Soc could pop out and possibly murder him! Have you ever thought about that?" Ponyboy bellowed
Darry looked at him, struck with complete shock. He was so surprised that Pony just talked to him like that. It was not Ponyboy's ordinary, innocent tone that he was using. The voice he was using was very strict and angry, just like how Two-bit's mother was towards him before he bashed out of the house.
"Ponyboy Michel Curtis! Don't you dare use that tone with me, you hear? Sure, Two-bit can be a major pain in the butt sometimes, but he's one of us! A tough Greaser who can look out for himself! It's all for one and one for all in this world, Pony!" Darry addressed
"DARRY, WHERE'S MY-" Soda's voice came calling out from the upstairs hallway.
"IN YOUR CLOSET!" Darry hollered, cutting off Soda before he could finish his question.
"THANK YOU!" Soda shouted, a door opening back up being heard along with his voice.
Darry let out an annoyed moan, rolling his eyes at the stairway before turning back to look at Ponyboy again, who was just staring right back, wordless.
"Got anything else to say, little brother?" Darry asked, calming himself down a bit. "You should eat some breakfast, ya know?"
"Look, I know you and Soda need to pay the bills, but we got a friend that's missing and it's almost Christmas. Why can't you two take the day off?" Pony asked
Darry only looked at him, thinking that the last time he and Soda took a day off was during the spring, and that was only because their bosses were out sick, so they took the opportunity to convince their substitute bosses for the day off.
"We can't risk it, Ponyboy. Like you just said, Soda and I need to make money if we all want to keep living under this roof with clothes on our backs and food on our plates," Darry spoke
"But..Christmas, Darry!" Ponyboy complained with a whiny voice. In Darry's opinion, he was acting more like a four-year-old who didn't want to go to bed instead of a soon-to-be-fourteen year old in a couple months who was just told that he would have to spend the winter day home alone.
Just as Darry was about to say something back, the toaster let out a small beep and two pieces of toast popped out of the top. Darry walked over to the counter and picked up the two pieces of perfectly toasted toast. As he started spreading butter all over one of the pieces and grape jelly over the other, Ponyboy started talking about Two-bit again.
Darry was starting to get really annoyed with this attempt Pony was taking for him and Soda to call off the day so they could stay home with him. Yes, he understood that Ponyboy hated being by himself since their folks died, but there was no way that they could take off the day from work and pay the bills.
"Darry, Christmas is coming very soon and I miss the days when you, Soda, and I would always-" Pony began repeating some of his words, but he was interrupted when Darry turned to him and placed the piece of toast that was spread with grape jelly into his mouth. Ponyboy bit down on the toasted bread and felt his tongue water when he tasted the delicious grape jelly. That certainly shut him up for a moment.
"Just eat your breakfast there and quit your worrying. Soda and I will be home at our usual time and like you told me, Johnny-cake and Dally should be here by then. Besides, Christmas is in three weeks. We still have quite some time," Darry explained
"But, Darry-" Ponyboy said after taking another bite of his piece of toast.
"End of discussion, Ponyboy! You'll have to face the fact that you'll be home alone today and that's that!" Darry bellowed "and Two-bit I'm sure is fine wherever in the world he is! He couldn't have gone far!"
"How do you know that?" Ponyboy asked, innocently, so he wouldn't get into anymore trouble.
"He's Two-bit!" Darry responded as he yanked off a piece of the buttered piece of toast with his teeth and chewed what was in his mouth, not saying anything else to his youngest baby brother.
Ponyboy didn't bother to say anything else either because he knew if he did, Darry would ground him and either send him to his room until he and Soda got home from work, or he would receive a boatload of chores that seems like will take a whole year to complete.
A couple moments of silence between Darry and Ponyboy formed until they heard footsteps trotting down the staircase. Ponyboy and Darry glanced over to the wooden stairway that was in the way back of the kitchen and saw none other then Soda, now completely dressed in his DX station uniform and his dark brown winter jacket.
"I can't believe that this still fits me after all of these years!" Sodapop laughed
Darry placed his hands on his hips and cracked a slim grin while Ponyboy just laid back on the counter by the sink, both brothers completely agreeing with what Soda just said about his coat. Soda spun himself around as he walked over to the kitchen table. He snatched up the carton of chocolate milk and took a big gulp of it.
"Dang, Soda! Give yourself some time to breathe, would ya?" Darry chuckled
Soda looked at him, his cheeks puffed out from the amount of chocolate milk that was in his mouth. No matter how much he wanted to laugh like he usually would, he quickly swallowed what was in his mouth so he wouldn't spit it out all over the place. Soda had already learned what would happen if he did that because it had happened the hard way before. Pony grew his grin and slightly chuckled as Darry did the same. Sodapop joined in, wiping away a chocolate milk mustache from his upper lip.
"Darry, we should get going," Soda told the eldest Curtis, setting the chocolate milk carton back down on the table.
The oldest Greaser looked at Soda from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet. Soda grew a confused look on his face when he noticed Darry had his eyebrows raised.
"What is it?" Soda asked, confusingly with a shrug.
"Shoes, Soda," Darry replied, pointing down at Sodapop's feet that were wearing nothing but his white socks. Ponyboy couldn't help laughing and Darry had to just join in with him. Soda placed his hands on his hips and smiled when looking down at his feet. He wigged his toes that were feeling all warm in his socks, being able to feel how hot his face was starting to blush from being slightly embarrassed.
"Nice one, Sherlock! This is something that completely changes into your new record!" Ponyboy laughed
"Oh, shut it!" Soda laughed along, giving Pony another playful punch in the arm just like he did upstairs when he walked past Ponyboy, and entered the living room through the arch doorway. Darry and Ponyboy finished up eating their pieces of toast right after Soda left the room and they walked in after him. Soda was now sitting down in the recliner, slipping on his waterproof boots. Pony watched him for a second, then turned his attention to Darry when he walked across the living room and picked up his dark blue winter coat.
"What should I do when I'm home alone?" Ponyboy asked
Soda and Darry looked at each other, then gazed back at their baby brother.
"What you usually do, Pone. Read, write, draw, do your homework that you received before the snow started getting worse," Soda listed
"I did all of that stuff already," Ponyboy informed
"Then you can properly start getting some Christmas decorations spread around. Since you're so thrilled about the holiday arriving, you can start decorating, alright?" Darry asked
Ponyboy hesitated as he thought about doing what Darry just told him to do. When Darry suggested something, it's ironically not a suggestion. It's a order. However, it didn't feel the same to Ponyboy if he did all of the decorating by himself. If he did so, such great memories from the past would flow into his mind of when he would help Soda decorate the tree while Darry hung some wreaths and placed Christmas candles around on the fireplace and coffee table that would cover up the scents of cigarette ashes and beer belches. Some crystal-clear, glass angels would be placed on the two stands on both sides of the TV and mistletoe would be hanging in the kitchen arch doorway. The beautiful colors of pink, yellow, orange, blue, purple, and especially the three main colors, red, white, and green dazzled all around the house, mostly from the Christmas tree with many colored lights, balls, and of course, Mrs. Curtis's old star that belonged to her grandmother.
"I'd actually like it better if I decorated the house with you guys. You know, as we usually do each year," Ponyboy told his brothers. Soda grinned and sounded pleased, but Darry's eyes shined with some anger as he shook his head at the youngest Curtis.
"Not this year, Pone. Just get the house decorated while we're gone. You know that the decorations are up in the attic and where they usually go," Darry instructed
Ponyboy still didn't want to do all of the Christmas decorating himself, but it was obvious to him that if he and Darry got into another argument, he would lose against Darry big time.
"Alright, fine," Ponyboy sighed
"That's more like it," Darry said, nodding his head two times.
Soda smiled again and stood up from the recliner. "We'll see you when we get home, Pony. Just do what Darry told you to do, okay?" Soda asked. Ponyboy nodded his head and walked up to the middle Curtis, wrapping his arms around him.
Soda's smile grew bigger, now showing his sparkling white teeth as he connected his hands behind Pony's back, giving him a hug back in return.
Darry watched his two kid brothers, wondering hard if he was doing the right thing of leaving Ponyboy home alone for the first time with none of the other Greasers and having Two-bit weighing hard on his mind from his disappearance. Not only that, but Ponyboy kept repeating that he just wanted to spend a day with his brothers and friends while they decorate the house for Christmas coming up.
Darry placed a hand over his mouth and started tapping his pointer finger a bit, rethinking everything through. Questions started running through his head, just like what happened with Ponyboy when he was thinking about Two-bit.
Is he going to be safe home alone? Should I at least stay back, or just Soda? Should I allow Ponyboy do put all of the decorations up himself? Is he going to be so lonely that it would cause him to literally call him or Soda up at work?
That was the most thinking that Darry has ever put up with when thinking about Ponyboy. His mind was clear with the final results. He wanted him and Sodapop to stay home with Pony like he asked and decorate the house with him like they always would by themselves since their parents died. But Darry couldn't risk getting fired, and neither could Soda. They must go to work.
Ponyboy and Soda finally let go of each other from their hug and looked into each others eyes, smiling at one another. Soda gently touched the left side of Ponyboy's head and stroked his fingers down his face.
"I love you, Pony," Soda said, giving his baby brother a brotherly kiss on the top of the head.
"I love you, too, man," Ponyboy said back
Darry slightly grinned at them, wishing deep on the inside that he and Soda didn't have to leave Pony all alone.
"Come on, Soda. I got to drop you off at the DX station then head off to work myself," Darry reminded
"I know, I know. See you later, Pony!" Sodapop said with a final wave, and after that, he was out the front door.
Ponyboy glanced over to Darry to notice that he was staring right back at him. Five seconds of complete silence formed until Darry walked up to Ponyboy and placed his hands on his shoulders. Pony looked up at him again, the two brothers now staring into each others eyes.
"Pony…you're going to be fine here alone, alright?" Darry asked
"Yeah, I'll be fine. I'll just do what you told me to do and turn our house into the holiday wonderland, hoping to death that Two-bit's okay out there somewhere in the freezing, cold, snowy weather," Ponyboy sighed as he looked back down to the floor.
Instead of receiving a lecture or anything like that, Pony surprisingly felt one of Darry's hands gently touch and lift back up his chin to see his eyes shimmering with sorrow. Darry could swear that he could feel his heart breaking, now realizing how much Ponyboy cared for the entire gang, even though most members could get bossy or annoying.
"Don't be scared, Ponyboy. Like Soda and I both stated, we're sure he's fine wherever he is out there. Don't worry, okay? He'll be back soon," Darry assured
Ponyboy continued frowning for a few more seconds, thinking harder about Two-bit, but even more about what Darry just promised.
"Okay, Darry…thanks," Ponyboy thanked, growing a slim smile.
One of Darry's rare smiles appeared on his face as he gave Pony a couple pats on the back and a little kiss on the top of the head, which he never did for many years unless Ponyboy was fast asleep. That caused Pony to completely be so surprised. It was a early Christmas miracle!
"I'll see you in a bit, okay, little buddy?" Darry asked
"Alright, Darry. I'll see you later," Ponyboy said, giving his oldest brother a quick hug before he headed out the front door into the gentle snowfall.
Ponyboy trotted his way over to the window and watched Darry as he climbed into the drivers seat of his truck with Soda already buckled into the passengers seat, considering Darry wasn't ever trusting him to drive his truck again without supervision.
The youngest Greaser continued watching as Darry turned the key, starting the car up. The engine roared and before taking off, Soda nudged Darry's arm and pointed to the window, smiling when he noticed Pony was watching them. Darry grew his rare smile again and waved good-bye to Ponyboy, keeping his other hand on the steering wheel. Soda gave Pony a two thumbs up, as if he was saying that he would do a great job being by himself completely for once and that decorating the house by himself would turn out better then what Ponyboy figured.
Pony waved back to Darry then gave Soda a thumbs up back, which made the two older Curtis's laugh.
That was the last thing Ponyboy saw until Darry backed the car out of the icy driveway and drove off down the road, leaving tire tracks in the snow.
Ponyboy leaned on the windowsill for a couple minutes, doing noting but frowning, feeling completely alone because he actually was completely alone. He started thinking that Johnny and Dallas must be having a blast together over at the Dingo and Steve was going to have another great day at work with Soda and the girls that he attracted to the station for fill ups on their cars. Darry was also going to have an ordinary day at work with nothing different unless one of his worker buddies reported that they witnessed where Two-bit was.
After ten minutes of doing nothing but leaning on the windowsill and thinking that he was all alone, Ponyboy thought that he should get started on decorating because there was a whole lot of decorations to place around and style in a specific way.
Ponyboy took in a deep breath and let it out as a complete sigh before he headed into the kitchen. Suddenly though, something stopped him when he just made it to the middle of the stairway. Pony had heard the front door open and slam shut with a loud bang.
"Hello! Anyone here? I'm home…technically," a male voice announced from the living room.
Pony widened his eyes and allowed his mouth to slightly drop open. His heart started racing in his chest as he quickly ran back down the stairs, knowing exactly who's voice that was.
"I'm here!" Ponyboy exclaimed, almost sliding on his socks when he made it to the arch doorway that entered the living room. When he stood there and looked at who was standing there, frozen like a rock from being so cold from the snow next to the door, Pony's heart felt like it was about to explode from being so surprised and joyful.
AN: Hm, who's in the Curtis's house? Did Darry possibly come back home? Soda, maybe? Did Johnny decide to come check on him? What about Dally? Did Two-bit return? Who's male voice proclaimed that they were technically home? You'll just have to wait and find out in chapter two! By the way, my own made up characters will start appearing in chapter two as well. This chapter was just supposed to help you understand the background and Greasers a bit more again. Anyway, I hope you liked chapter one and will continue reading. Please REVIEW! Thank you all! :D (Once again, I DO NOT OWN "THE OUTSIDERS" CHARACTERS. S.E. HINTON DOES!)