I just want y'all to know I had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing.
Ponyboy immediately turned his head to look at Soda, seeing the papers in his hand. Soda had forgotten about them during Pony's outburst and let his hands- which held the theme- rest at his side.
"Damn you Steve." Soda muttered just loud enough that everyone could hear.
Ponyboy immediately let go of Steve, allowing him to stand up and rub his aching arms. Pony looked confused.
"I didn't write a theme.." But Soda thought he was bluffing, trying to get him to drop his guard.
"Hmm, let's see here." Soda teased, beginning to read the paper by holding it above his head. "When I stepped ou-"
"Soda. That's enough." Everyone turned to face Darry as he spoke, for they forgot he was still there. Darry had stayed quiet before then, watching them all with interest until he had decided to speak up. Everyone must have forgotten that he was sitting there watching.
Darry stood up and walked over to Soda and Ponyboy and snatched the paper from Soda's grip.
"Hey!" Soda yelled at his older brother, not bothering to move. "Give it Back."
Darry just ignored his younger brother and went back to his chair and sat down, holding the paper out a reading distance in front of himself.
"Come on everyone!" Darry said as if he were talking to a bunch of children. He turned to face everyone else. "Story time."
Steve's arms no longer hurt and his smirk returned to his face as he realized Darry was about to read Ponyboy's theme essay. Soda crossed his arms and frowned. He had wanted to tease his baby brother with it, but he didn't bother arguing with Darry, Soda knew he wouldn't win.
"Guys I really didn't write that.."
"Maybe you should listen to Ponyboy, I- I would think I knew what he wrote.." Johnny trailed off shyly.
"That's what Pone wants you to think Johnny." Soda said, scanning over the first few lines real quick, leaning over Darry's shoulder.
Not bothering to look over at Pony. "You shouldn't have left it out."
Ponyboy let out an agitated groan as he sat down on the floor; he wanted to hear it too, though he felt a feeling in his gut, saying they shouldn't be reading this.
Meanwhile, everyone had gathered around Darry. Soda and Steve were sitting on the couch with Two-Bit sitting on the floor in front of Darry's chair. Dally was sitting on a chair he brought from the kitchen. Johnny was sandwiched between Soda and Steve.
"I really have a bad feeling about this." Ponyboy told them from his spot on the floor, leaning on Soda's legs. Though he was extremely aggravated, you could tell in his voice he really meant it.
"We love you too." Soda said smirking: he was really still thought his brother was trying to pull his leg.
It was silent after that.
"Here we go." Darry said, ignoring his younger brothers' quick conversation. He returned his focus to the top of the page and began reading. "Chapter 1.."
As the group crowded around Darry as if he was a storyteller, which he kinda is, Pony was seriously wondering how the book even turned up.
Steve and Soda were on the couch, squashing Johnny in between in a brotherly way. Two-Bit was on the floor in front of Darry's chair like a child, meanwhile Dally was in chair he brought from the kitchen; Pony sat cross-legged on the floor, beside the couch.
Darry began, "When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I only had two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home."
What? The gang looked around confused. This never happened.
"Pone, when did this happened? I know you go to see movies a lot but one of us are always with ya. If not, those are the nights Darry's blasting your head off." Soda was honestly confused. This never happened, did it?
"Maybe if we continue we'll find out, Soda." Dally said this irritated. This is one of the times Ponyboy was thankful for Dally.
So, Darry continued.
Hope y'all like this chapter I know I did
