A/N: I have spare time off nano, so I thought I'd write something different. I just couldn't duplicate the humor in the first chapter, sorry!
Dedication: To SodapopsGurl17 and Outsider because I love you THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS much.

I heard some people running up behind me and I almost threw up. The thought of physical exertion makes me sicker than when I tried to eat rubber because I was hungry but I'd already eaten everything in the house. I would have eaten it, too, but it was a hot day and it nearly burnt my mouth.

"Are you alright, Ponyboy?" I heard Darry ask me.

"I'm huuuuungry," I moaned.

"Well, you can eat once we get you up. Do you think we can lift you, or do we need to call in the damn crane again?"

"Ugh," I said and I felt Darry grab me under the arm, then I felt six other pairs of hands grab me. I tried to stand up, and after five minutes of it I managed to get up.

"Gaw," I said, huffing and puffing. Standing up was hard work! I sat down on the curb, feeling like I was about to cry about all the muscle I'd probably lost while standing up. That's the most exercise I've had in a while, including the walk home.

"You okay Pone?" Soda asked me and patted my stomach, it was the part of me that he could reach. The muscle kept him too far from my shoulder to reach.

"I'm hungry."

"Well then let's go home and we can cook you a lasagna or a pizza or something."

"I want more ice cream," I told him. Was he stupid? Lasagna is healthier. So is pizza, it doesn't contribute to my muscle.

Darry gave me a look.

"Damnit Pony, you don't ever use your head. You ate ice cream and butter again, didn't you? I can tell you did, your eyes are glazed over. Remember what happened last time you had it? You broke out in pimples and itches… You must not eat it sometimes, you aren't always in pimples. But can you remember not to eat it? No siree bub."

"Well fuck you," I said, trying to stand up but falling down again. "I'll eat my ice cream and double butter if I want to!" With that, I reached into my pants and pulled out the load of garlic bread I kept there in case of emergency. "I HATE YOU DARRY!" I screamed as I threw it at him.

"What the fuck, Pony?" Two-Bit asked.

"I HATE YOU TOO! DON'T TRY TO TELL ME NOT TO EAT!" I screamed, bent down, picked up the garlic bread and threw it at him.

"What? Pony, I was just wondering why you kept-"

"I'M HUNGRY!" I screamed and managed to stand up this time, picked up the garlic bread that was on the road, and started eating it.

"Pony, is that healthy?" Soda asked, and I looked at him and could tell he was worrying about me.

"Yes, just like me. It's perfect," I said, wiping my hands on my pants to get off the crumbs of the garlic bread I had just eaten. I looked up at them, and we started the slow trudge home.