I do not own The Outsiders. Wish I did though!
This is after Mr. and Mrs. Curtis died, but before the events of the book.
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I woke up to the clash of thunder and pelting of rain on the roof. Seconds later lightning illuminated the room. I looked over at Soda who was sleeping soundly. His mouth was hanging open and a little drool was leaking onto his pillow. I laughed at what people would think of my handsome brother if they saw him like this. I began thinking about what Johnny was doing, worried that he was asleep in the lot, I quietly snuck out of bed.
I fumbled around my room looking for a pair of jeans to throw on, not finding any I whispered "Screw it" and found my way to the door. I tiptoed down the hallway into the living room to find not just Johnny, but Steve, Two-Bit and Dally as well. Johnny and Dally had fallen asleep on the opposite ends of the couch, Two-Bit asleep on the floor and Steve in the arm chair. I was irritated that someone had left the lights and TV on, but it was nothing to start a fight over. I shut them off just as another clap of thunder echoed through the house.
It startled me so much I yelped and ran into my bedroom, slamming the door behind me and leaping onto my bed. I wasn't really afraid of storms, but once in awhile they got my heart racing. I must have woken up Soda in the midst of this because as I was untangling myself from the sheets he lifted his head.
"Pony...are you okay?" exhaustion was ringing through his body as he helped me get untangled and settled back under the covers. It had been really hot all day, but when I woke up I was actually a little chilly.
"Yeah, thunder just scared me is all. You kin go back to sleep Soda, I'll be okay." He pulled me closer to him and mumbled something I couldn't understand. Soda had picked up three extra shifts at the DX this week and the effects were really starting to get to him. Laying there under the protection of my brothers arm I tried to drift off back to sleep but every time I was close to falling into the dark serenity of sleep thunder would strike and lightning would flash.
I heard the flush of the toilet and the mumbling of a quiet conversation. I guess I wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep. I listened for a few more minutes and the talking stopped but I heard the radio click on and switched to the news, thus revealing that it was Darry who was up. He is the only one of us greasers who really cares to check anymore. The house was silent again, aside from the storm and the quiet hum from the radio. I closed my eyes and finally drifted into a peaceful slumber.
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"SODAPOP! PONYBOY! GET UP! WE HAVE TO GET TO THE CELLAR NOW!" I woke up to the frantic sound of Darry's voice as he ran around the house waking everybody up. Soda heard him to because he jolted out of bed, found a pair of pants and threw mine on top of me. I got out of bed so fast my head was spinning, but still I managed to get my jeans on and follow Sodapop out of our room. Everyone was in the kitchen running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Darry was handing flashlights, batteries, candles and milk jugs of water to the guys when we walked into the room.
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