The 4th Day Before Christmas- Two-bit's POV
I was frolicking in a field of purple wildflowers, having the time of my life. The aroma of them was amazing. Just then, two pink clouds appeared out of nowhere and with a crack of thunder, it began raining... beer bottles. I was running around like crazy, trying not to get hit by these drinks that were raining from the tapped me on the shoulder. I whipped around, to find none other than Mickey Mouse, taking a long drink from a bottle. He swallowed and raised his arm. "Follow me!" he said, jumping around. Suddenly, I heard a ringing sound in the distance. It sounded like... I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I stopped in the middle of the field to listen closer. Then, a beer bottle clocked me in the head, and I woke up with a start.
My body was completely tangled in the bedsheets. With a shriek and a thump, I fell out of bed. The phone was ringing. I crawled off the floor, rubbed my aching head and hobbled downstairs. I had to stop drinking before bed...
When I finally got to the shrill, ringing, nuisance, I picked it up and answered sleepily.
"Hello?" I heard muffled laughter at the other end of the line. I glanced at the clock. Who in their right mind was calling me at 5:30 in the morning?
"Hey Two-bit. Get over here right now!" Steve choked out, trying not to giggle.
"Wha-"
"Soda's house, quick, it's h-hilar-" He burst out with a sudden fit of laughter, only to be hushed by Sodapop. I heard the line click and knew he had hung up. I glanced up at the refrigerator and read my mother's note. She was out grocery shopping.
I grabbed my breakfast (a beer and a and groggily sauntered out the door. Instead of beer bottles, there was snow drifting down from the sky. As I walked down the street, I felt like I was forgetting something. With a quick look downwards, I sprinted like an Olympic gold medalist back to my house. The only thing I had be wearing were my blue Mickey Mouse boxers. A shirt and some pants might be nice for a day like this, I thought, pulling on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.
After I actually got dressed, I walked back down to the Curtis house. I opened in the door and was about to shout out a greeting, when Steve and Soda appeared out of nowhere. A huge grin was plastered on Steve's face and Soda looked interested.
"What are y'all doin' up at 5:30 in the-"
"C'mere!" he interupted, dragging me into Pony and Soda's room. I heard two people talking.
"I still don't see how you got that thing 'round your neck."
"I was just goofin' around and it got stuck!"
We all walked in the room. When I saw the sight in front of me, I imminently cackled my famous laugh. High pitched, rapid and somewhat obnoxious. Pony and Johnny were sitting on top of the bed. Johnny had a wreath around his neck and Pony was attempting to pull it off.
"Hold still Johnny!" he instructed, giving a sharp tug on the wreath.
"Ow! Don't pull so hard!" grumbled Johnny. Steve was cracking up but Soda appeared to be worried.
"Hey Two-bit, we gotta figure out how to get him unstuck. And be quite because Darry's still sleepin' in the other room." Soda told me.
"You mean I was sleepin' in the other room." Darry corrected, standing in the doorway. His hair was sticking up in all directions.
"You ain't goin' to prom like that are ya Superman?" I asked him, cracking a grin.
"Naw, I'm goin' to work." he corrected with a roll of his eyes. "And I don't have time for all this." Darry added, gesturing to Pony trying to pull the wreath off Johnny's head.
"You have work? But it's the holidays and we don't have school."
"Yeah, that's school. I don't get days off. Now listen here, I'm gonna take a shower. And Johnny..." he just gave him a long stare and walked out the door. Johnny appeared a little hurt.
"It ain't my fault this thing is so small. I didn't know it was this dang tiny. Stupid ring around my neck." he tugged helplessly at the wreath.
"Won't you wear my ring around your neck? To tell the world I'm yours, by heck! Let them see your love for me and let them know by the ring around your neck!" I sang. Pony cracked up laughing.
"You sure don't sound nothin' like Elvis, Two-bit." Steve announced. Soda however, turned his attention to Johnny.
"He's just a little uptight Johnnycake. Don't worry about it. I wish he didn't have to work. He won't be here Christmas or the day before!" Soda exclaimed. That was unfair!
"Not if I can help it!" I declared, running to the kitchen. Soda and Steve followed me, while Pony and Johnny stayed behind.
I snatched up the telephone and began dialing, looking off the number on the fridge.
"Hello?"
"Yeah, this is Darrel Curtis." I was on the phone with Darry's boss.
"Oh, Darrel? You don't sound quite... yourself." I winked at Soda and gave a fake cough.
"Well, I'm not. I've got the flu and I can't come in for... probably about four days." I tried to make my voice sound deeper, like Darry's.
"I'm sorry to hear that. Get better soon then." I coughed into the receiver again.
"Yeah I'll try." I said, somewhat dramatically, and hung up the phone.
Soda slapped me a high five and Steve smiled. Then we all heard a triumphant shout.
"I cut him loose!" Pony yelled joyfully, and him and Johnny ran out of the room. Johnny was still rubbing his neck. Just then, Darry came out of the bathroom, his hair dripping wet, clad in only a towel.
"Where's my shirt? And pants? I can't find them and I'm gonna be late and-"
"Darry," Soda interrupted him. "You're not goin' to work."
"Yeah I am, and I have to be there in ten minutes and-"
"No, really. Two-bit called in sick for ya." Steve explained, pointing at me. I gave Darry a smile.
"Yeah, I thought with Christmas and all..." I started.
"So I'm off for the entire day?" Darry said in disbelief. I nodded.
"Yeah, for the next four days."
"FOUR DAYS? Hallelujah!" he shouted, pumping his fist in the air.
"Hey, y'all want some hot chocolate?" Ponyboy asked us randomly, getting out some milk and chocolate syrup.
"Sure, man." Johnny answered happily. Soda and Steve both said 'yeah' at the same time.
"Oh, what the heck. I'll have some too!" I decided, tossing out my beer.
"Don't forget me!" Darry added. I'd never seen him so excited.
"Uh, hey, um Superman... just because you get to lounge around here for the next couple of days still means you have to wear clothes." I told him. Darry's face turned a curious crimson color and he retreated back to the bathroom to get dressed. And with that, we all started to crack up hysterically. Even shy old Johnnycake.
