As I was recollecting my thoughts after what had just happened, I realized that Two-Bit was suddenly lounging on our couch with some beer and watching Mickey.

"Not that it matters, Two Bit, but how long have you been here?"

"Ummmm, I believe all day. I came here after a freakin' awesome party at Buck's last night. I was way too lazy and drunk to go home."

"But why'd you come here, your house is closer to Buck's than ours."

"Since when did my house magically move closer to Buck's?"

"I believe ever since you were born, you dumbnut. Wow no wonder your still in school, you're the dumbest person in the world. No wait I change my mind, you're the dumbest person in the universe."

"Okay Pone, there's no need to fire the sass-machine on me. God, I officially feel loved in this household."

"Wait! So if you've been here the whole time, did you see Dally?"

"What are you talkin' bout kid. Ever since I've been up, I've been puking up a storm in your bathroom. Why would I see Dally anyways…HE'S DEAD for your f.y.i. Mr. Smarty Pants."

"Umm Two-Bit you just said for your for your information, that doesn't make any sense."

"Shosh yeah it does…to me!"

Then suddenly a force came upon my muscular body shoving me down to the ground, and we were at it. Rolling around, throwing punches here and there, shouting some colorful language at one another all until Darry broke us up. Then I realized Soda on the ground dying with laughter, Steve was right there with him, but he looked more confused.

Soda somehow managed to say, "Two-Bit fighting someone because of his grammar man that's priceless." Two-Bit exchanged some colorful words and threw a pillow at Soda.

Yeah 'cause that's real manly there, pillow fights.

After all that nonsense, everything was back to normal: Steve and Soda were playing poker (both cheating obviously), Two-Bit was back acting lazy, and Darry was reading the newspaper. Since I was bored of doing the usual junk, I decided to ask if anyone was doing something interesting tonight.

Two-Bit then shouted, "Hey let's go to Buck's party tonight!" I of course was all for the idea.

"Please Dar, can I go, it's not a school night and I finished all my homework, pleeeeaaaaaaaasssssssse."

"No Pony, those parties are for trashy, washed-down, alcoholic teenagers. You're not one of them!"

"GOD, DARRY, YOUR NO FUN!"

"Good, at least I'm teaching you a lesson on what's the right decision instead of seeing you end up like your pal over there." Darry said while pointing towards Two-Bit.

"YOU SON OF A BISCUIT!" I said while storming to my bedroom.

As soon as I slammed my door shut (and locked it), I jumped out the window and headed towards Buck's. Once I arrived, my head was throbbing from all the music. Since, I didn't come with anyone, I decided to find someone who was worthy of being around my presence. Instantly, I find Curly and we start chatting.

"I didn't think your big bro would let you come to these parties."

"Haha you're funny, he didn't."

"Cool, Ponyboy finally unleashed his dark side, leaving the house to go to a party without Darry's permission. Wow my work around here is done I believe."

Suddenly, I hear a familiar voice start singing

Get your motor running
Head out on the highway
Looking for adventure
In whatever comes our way

As I turn around I find Two-Bit standing on a table with his bottle of beer, acting like it was a microphone singing in a very drunk tone.

Like a true nature child
We were born
Born to be wild
We have climbed so high
Never want to die
Born to be wild
Born to be wild

For some strange reason, everyone was enjoying the humiliation of Two-Bit. Then suddenly there was a change of music.

Where it began
I can't begin to knowin
But then I know it's growin strong

Was in the spring
And spring became the summer
Who'd have believed you'd come along

"Oh dear God, what is he doing?" I said. Then I made the stupid mistake of turning around, where I spotted him swaying back and forth with his beer bottle in one hand and his other arm around some blonde (go figure).

Hands, touchin hands
Reachin out
Touchin me
Touchin you

Sweet caroline
Good times never seemed so good
I've been inclined
To believe they never would

Then after those few lines I saw Two-Bit land face first on the ground. He was either really drunk or maybe he just has a burning passion for the floor that he just couldn't control…most likely the first option.

I decided to hang out a Buck's for a while longer with Curly and some broads that just couldn't stay away from us. Then I headed home without Two-Bit-who was passed out. Hopefully Darry doesn't realize I'm gone.