School started this week and I am so tired. Can it be summer break already? The laptop I had to use today has neither a spacebar or a c button, and the keyboard is half the size of the one I usually use so please excuse any mistakes that happen because of that. It makes typing a very hard and slow process. I tried fixing as much as possible, but Justin case, I thought I should let you know. Blame my sister for having a miniature laptop.
I do not own The Outsiders or any of the characters.
I wiped my forehead against my arm. An hour and a half of cleaning and I am finally done. My leg was killing me the whole time but I tried my best at ignoring it. Luckily Darry didn't notice because he was so focused at making the house fit the social worker's idea of clean. I slumped down in my seat, only to get up a minute later to get ready.
I hopped in the shower just as Soda got out. He woke up thirty minutes ago and was in the shower ever since. When I started the water the only thing coming out was ice cold water. I yelled at Soda through the house for using all the hot water, but jumped in anyway. The water was so cold I arched my back in attempt to keep it off my back. I looked down at my leg to make sure it didn't get any worse. It looked just as it did the night before. That means it is perfectly fine. Right?
I took one last look at my leg before deciding it was perfetly fine. I turned the knob to the off setting and stuck my hand out to reach for a towel. Nothing. I stuck my head out of the curtains and looked to where my towel usually hung. No towel. I can't believe I forgot a towel. Darry's right, I never do use my head.
"Darry!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. I heard the bathroom door creak open.
"What do you ant Pony?"
"I need a towel," I mumbled sheepishly. I stood in the shower for another minute before I saw a hand holding a towel appear above the curtain. I grabbed the towel and mumbled my thanks. I waited until I could hear the door click shut before opening the curtain.
When I stepped out Darry pushed past me and started the shower. I walked into my room and began digging through my drawers. I dressed in a white shirt with no stains and a clean pair of Soda's jeans. I shook my head to get some of the water out and stepped into the living area. I had to wait for Darry to finish his shower to do my hair.
I heard two knocks on the door and started panicking. When I heard the third knock a few seconds later I immediately relaxed. Our gang uses that knock so we know it is them before they come barging in. Two-bit strolled inside and two the kitchen. He walked out with a full case of beer in one hand. I'm not sure why he had it so I asked.
"Darry told me to come get it 'fore they come to check," he explained lifting the case above his head. I nodded and looked at the empty tv screen. I heard Two-bit yell his goodbyes and the door slammed. Darry walked into the room with a towel around his waist.
"Two-bit take the beer," he asked.
I nodded and started heading to the bathroom. I used my hand to wipe all the fog off the mirror. I reached for the grease and lathered it all over my came in beside me a moment later. He grabbed is toothbrush out of the cup and squeezed toothpaste on it. He didn't grease his hair since he wanted to seem older when we get checked on. It shouldn't have been too hard for him with how many things he stresses about.
Just as he finished we heard a knock at the door. Soda rushed out of the bedroom as Darry and I sped walked away from the bathroom. Soda and I turned the tv on and tried to look natural. Darry slowly opened the door revealing a tall man in a collared shirt and jeans. His brown hair had a small amount of grease and he had light blue eyes. He didn't look like he could be over 26. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he's a greaser.
"Hello," he said in a cheery tone, "I'm John Paul. You can call me John. I am taking the place of for his retirement." he offered Darry his hand, who gratefully took it. I think he liked the idea of a new person. That way, we could start on a clean slate. "Darrel Curtis," my oldest brother stated, "Come in."
John walked over to me and held out is hand, "You must be Ponyboy."
I nodded and looked over to Darry for help on what I should say. All he did was smile and nod his head. That's weird. When I looked back in front of me was introducing himself to Soda. He looked back to me and is smile altered.
"May I talk to you in private Ponyboy?" My eyes widened and I gulped. I pushed myself off the couch and led him to my room. I sat on my freshly made bed and he sat in my desk chair.
"What do you want to be when you get older Ponyboy?" he started.
I don't know why he asked this, but he did get me to do I want to do? Writing? Art? Those won't get me very far. Maybe I can do track. No, I wouldn't be able to do that wen I am old. Wait a second. I know exactly what to do.
"I want to do what you do." I stated in a matter-of-fact tone. His eyes widened in surprise so I decided to explain myself.
"Most of you guys are mean, but there are really nice ones too. If I can do what you do, while being gentle with the families, that is a few more families with less stress." I explained.
he nodded and continued his questions. Do I like living here? Duh. If I didn't I wouldn't be here. Does Darry treat me right. Yes, for the most part. Blah blah blah blah blah. The usual questions. He sent me out the room and called for Soda.
I sat across from Darry. He looked up from his hands and smiled. Seriously, what is wrong with him?
"What did he ask?"
"The usual," I shrugged. He smirked and nodded. Okay, now this is freaking me out.
"Why do you keep doing that?" I whisper yelled.
"What?" he smirked again.
"That!" I whispered pointing to his face. He sent me a look saying 'I'll tell you later.'
Soda came strolling out of the room followed by John. John asked to see the house and let Darry lead the way. Darry showed him every room in the house, which didn't take long. The whole meeting only took 45 minutes, an hour tops.
"You guys are perfectly fine as far as I can tell," he concluded, "I will see y'all next month." With that he left.
As soon as the car could be heard pulling away I looked at Darry.
"Tell me now. What has you all excited?"
"I'll tell you later."
"You said that earlier," I whined in the most annoying voice I could find, "Tell meeeeeeee."
"Fine," he sighed, "He was in one of my college classes. Well for the short time I was there."
I nodded, "Okaaayyy... so."
"He knew when mom and died," he explained, "He said once he starts working for the state, he would work with our case. He always did say he never lies."
"OOOOOhhhhhhhh..." Soda snapped his fingers, "I get iiiiittttt."
Filler chapters are the worst. But sadly, they exist. I actually got the ides of John Paul from a board in my spanish class with people students put together on a Q-tip. One of them says "I'm not John Paul," and I said "Or are you..." I can you all that John Paul will make more appearances. They just won't be like this...for the most part. The story may seem likes it is in the middle of nowhereland, but things should be getting better quickly. Peace frutatas of the world.
Amanda- I usually don't like movies so I never watch them. I actually began reciting parts of Dirty Dancing throughout the day, which is weird because I have only watched it once. I guess I loved it that much. Youre hated reading The Outsiders. personally I think she is alien for not liking it. TYSM. I continued just for you...mostly.
Pony'sGirlfriend- Thanks a million. You are way more awesome than me.
GreaserG1rl201- Thanks anyway! I actually based that chapter off of my family, Soda being my brother and me being Ponyboy. Thanks...again.
DanceMoms- First off, I love what you put your name as. Now that you mention it, he does have a mighty fine boo-tay.
The Curtis Crew- Welcome to the frutata army. Thanks and here is your long awaited update.
Michelle- It did for now. You no longer have to wait. Except for the next chapter.
Stay Gold,frutatas, stay gold.