I do not own The Outsiders
The room finally was cleaned after an hour or so; that just tells you how messy it was. I went down stairs, shirtless still and scratching the hairs on my chest. The others were in the kitchen, so I sat down on the couch and flipped the T.V. from the news to Mickey Mouse. My mom stuck her head out of the kitchen.
"You cleaned your room?" she asked. I nodded.
"By the way, where is she?"
"She's out with Kendra sledding." she said, then she stared hard at me, "How can you walk around with no shirt on, kid?"
"Cause I can." I answered, smartly. She chuckled.
"Well, you mind going and picking up your sister and Jenni?"
"Aw, so I hafta?" I asked.
"Yes, either you go get them, or you don't get dinner." she barked at me. I stuck my tongue out at her.
"Fine, mother." I said, playfully of course. I stood up and grabbed a coat an wrapped it around me. "Where are they?"
"Down at the hill you take Kendra to all the time." she said, and disappeared. I went out, zipping up my coat. My car was cold again and the snow began to fall again. I got in quickly and wished I had brought a shirt. Starting the car, I backed out of the driveway and headed to the hill. On the side of the street, I saw Steve walking, hugging his arms. I stopped and honked, making him jump.
"Two-Bit!"
"Stevie!" he rolled his eyes and jumped in the car.
"Damn, it's freezing in here!"
"I'd give you my jacket, but I don't gotta shirt." He turned in his seat and started to look in the back. He turned back around and showed me a long sleeved shirt.
"Here, this was in here last time I was here."
"Oh, haha, okay." I took it, threw my jacket at him, and slid on the shirt. "Damn, the shirt is freezin'." I rubbed my arms as Steve slid on the jacket.
"Thanks a lot, man, I owe you." he said, hugging himself again.
"Are you okay?"
"Well... my dad was beating me earlier, that's why I wasn't there this morning. He kicked me out without a coat or shoes, so I decided to go to either your house or the Curtis'." He was shivering still. I looked at his feet and saw he wasn't wearing shoes or socks. I frowned and kicked off my shoes.
"Here, man, take these." I said, kicking them over to him. He cocked an eyebrow, a trick he picked up from me.
"No, you need them."
"Not as much as you do. Just take them." He did, slid them on, and smiled at me.
"I really owe you." I smiled and started down the road once more.
"Don't mention it." I said, shivering a little. We came up to the hill and stopped next to it. I saw a figure, a kid, sliding down the hill. I got out. "You can come if you wanna." I said to Steve. He shrugged and got out also. We approached the hill; I was shivering more cause my feet sank into the snow. I didn't care, as long as Steve wasn't frozen yet. The kid was in view of me and Steve. It was Kendra, happily yelling. She stopped a few feet away from me and smiled.
"Heya, Keith-e-boy!"
"Heya, Ken-e-boy!"
"I ain't a boy, idiot!" she yelled at me, hitting my leg. I smiled at her. "Why don't you got shoes, Keith?" she asked, looking at my feet.
"Stevie has them."
"Why?"
"Cause he didn't have any and he needed them more that me." I said, smiling bigger. She smiled too. Then, she jumped on me. I caught her and held her on my shoulders. Steve was staring at me.
"You're a good brother, Twobs." I knew he would of called me 'Two-Shit' but Kendra was only eleven. There was smile on Kendra's face as I looked around for the other chick called Jenni.
"Hey, Kenny, where's Jenni?" I asked. She pointed up the hill.
"Waitin' for me, bubby." she said, frowning. I handed Kendra to Steve.
"Well, stay with uncle Stevie and I'll go get her." Kendra nodded. I looked up the hill.
I began to climb if, my feet freezing and slipping from under me. I kept at it for a while until I made it to the top. There was a blonde chick, real Socy type, standing in a ski jacket an matching pants. I looked at her; she looked at me.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"Are you Jenni?" I asked. She narrowed her eyes.
"Who wants to know?"
"I wants to know." I answered smartly. She frowned at me. "Anyways, Kendra is waiting down the hill for you." She glared at me.
"What did you do with her?"
"What?"
"What did you do with her, smart-ass?"
"She's just down the hill with Steve..." I began, but she tackled me. She didn't even let me say I was Kenny's brother. I fell backwards and hit hard, them began to roll. I tried to stop but I failed. I noticed she was on a snow board, following me. She didn't even have the nerve to help me. I heard Steve and Kendra yelling at me and Jenni, but I still couldn't stop. Finally, I hit something hard, right on my back, stopping me.
"Oww..." I moaned, looking up at Kendra, who was being taken away from Steve. Steve was protesting.
"Listen, chick, I don't know who you think you are." Steve was saying. I got to my feet and staggered.
"I'm the chick who is taking care of Kendra. Now beat it you greaser." she barked. Steve was glaring at her. I spat to the side, making that piece of snow pink. My mouth was bleeding from where my jaw slammed shut. I went to Steve, shivering.
"She's violent too." I muttered. Kendra's eyes grew, then she turned to Jenni.
"What did you do to my brother?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow at her. I cocked my eyebrow too.
"Your brother, sweety?" Kendra dropped from her arms and went to me. She was so short; she was standing between my legs and holding onto them tightly.
"Yes, my big bubby." she said. Jenni was looking from Kendra to me to Kendra to me.
"I'm sorry, kid." she told me.
"I bet I'm older than you." I said, cocking my other eyebrow.
"No you ain't. You're probably only sixteen."
"And how old are you, missy?"
"Seventeen." I stuffed a laugh, "What's so funny?"
"I'm eighteen, idiot." I said, grinning like the Chessy cat. Steve was laughing too. She blushed a deep red.
"Oh..."
"Anyways, my mom said to come home." I told her. She growled at me. I picked up Kendra, making her scream playfully.
"Keith-e-boy, you're wet!" she protested, struggling.
"The more you struggle, the mor I hug you!" I teased, hugging her closer. She laughed out from my tickling hands.
This winter is gonna be a strange one.
REVIEW PLEASE! And it was fun to write Kendra being eleven! It's like, awwww!