I do not own The Outsiders! But me making Darry hyper is my fault! ALL MY FAULT! MUWAHAHAHA! (looks around) Sorry, please read.
Darry was on his toes all day, waiting for the first snow flake. He loved snow and he always thought snow wouldn't fall this year. But it kept gettin' colder and colder and next time it would rain, Darry would be bouncing off the walls. I had to admit, I like how snow looks, just now the feel of it. Icy cold. I hated cold things, all except for beer. Cold beer made me happy.
"Darry what are you doing?" I asked. He was pressed against the screen door, not only his face, but his body and stuff too. There was a goofy grin on his face when he turned to me.
"It looks like it's gunna snow." he said, turning back to press his face to the door. His eyes grew large. "I think it's comin'!" he said. He was dressed in a heavy jacket and two pairs of jeans, ready for the snow. I was on the couch, sitting dressed in a heavy jacket and one pair of jeans. Darry wanted me to 'play' with him when it started to snow.
"I think you gotta wait till the snow fills up to make a snow-greaser." I said, making him laugh.
"I don't wanna wait." he said, whining like a little kid.
"Well, take off at least one pair of jeans until the snow fills up." He smiled over at me. I turned my head back to the T.V., where a weatherman said a major snow fall was headed our way.
"I guess you're right..." he took one off right in front of the door. I heard a little old lady scream and thought, 'Oh geez, Darry took off both of them.' I looked over at him; he was red and pulling on a pair. He looked at me.
"Darry, I said ONE pair, not both." I said, grinning. Now that he had on pants, he was jumping up and down in place. Suddenly, Soda ran out, yelling at the top of his lungs,
"EARTHQUAKE!" and he hit the floor and covered his head. Darry stopped instantly. Soda looked up at Darry. "Oops... it was you." Darry made a face at him.
"Thanks..." he turned back to the door.
"You're welcome!" said Soda as he got to his feet. Darry was smiling. Soda came over and sat down next to me. "So, Darry is making you go out a play?" he asked, messing with the sheep wool lining the collar of my jacket.
"Yeah, I get to play with Darry." I clapped sarcastically. Soda laughed.
"Me and Steve will go play with you two."
"Where is Steve, anyways?" Soda's grin went as he thought about it.
"Actually, I don't know... I said he would be here by now." There was a thud and both me and Soda turned our heads to the door. Darry was sitting cross-legged next to the door, eyes fixed on the outside.
"Darry, did you plop?"
"Yes."
"You're not supposed to plop, Darry."
"My house, I can plop if I feel like it."
"Plopping damages the floor."
"I'll fix it later."
Me and Soda rolled our eyes and said the same thing, "He's a kid."
"I am not!"
"Yeah you are." He laid off, he was too busy watching the door for any hint of snowflakes. Me and Soda turned our attention to the T.V.. There was another thud. I turned my head slightly and Darry was laying on the floor with the door opened in front of him. Dally was looking down at Darry.
"Darry, you okay man?" he asked, helping Darry up. Darry was looking hard at Dally, then noticed a snowflake on his hair.
"I'M GREAT!" he yelled, running out the door. Me and Dally's eyes met.
"Is he okay?"
"No."
"What's wrong with him?"
"He's got snow fever." They all cracked a laugh. Dally sat down in Darry's chair and waited. Everyone was quiet. It soon got too quiet without Darry whining to the door. But the silence was broken by Darry running back, covered in little snowflakes and a wide grin.
"Two-Bit! Come on!" he yelled, grabbing my arm. I was pulled out of the couch and pushed to the door. I heard Dally cussing at Soda, who was dragging him back outside.
The snow had picked up quiet nicely, flowing in a gentle feel. I was cold to the touch and because of the body heat, it melted quickly on our faces. There was a thin layer on the ground, but not much. I noticed Darry was jumping up and down, happily chanting some little verse over and over. I couldn't make out what he was saying, but it was funny. I mean, watching a twenty-year-old man jump up and down and chanting only because it was snowing was kind of funny. Soda was now over with Darry, also chanting but chanting something completely different to the other. Dally and I exchanged looks. That was when Soda tackled Dally and Darry tackled me. All four of us fell with a thud and giggles of laughter from the two brothers. I rolled Darry off of me, who rolled around with the goofy grin on his face. He didn't even care that the last shred of masculine was driven away. A giggling greaser didn't bode well unless that greaser was a kid under the age of ten. Darry was double that. I had to laugh too; seeing Darry this giddy was rubbing off on us. I found that Dally was also laughing.
Finally, there was enough snow for Darry to make a perfect snowball. Us other three got up and also made snowballs. Thus, the fight was started. Darry threw one at me; I dodged but Dally didn't so Dally returned the favor by throwing one at Darry. Soda threw one at me; I threw one to him and both fell down from being hit from them. I rolled over to Darry and grabbed his feet, tripping him into the snow build up. I grabbed a clump of snow and smashed it in Darry's face. I swear, Darry is too funny in the winter. Snow effects him like that. Dally prefers fall, Soda likes spring, and I like summer. We're all different, but all best friends.
And I'm glad we are too.
Okay, I'm stuck between two names for Two-Bit's future girlfriend: Jennifer or Crystal, so please pick between those two! REVIEW PLEASE and hopefully, the romance would kick in in the next chapter.