A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! You guys inspire me! And thank you to all those with constructive criticism. I NEED it so thank you (: Now the story shouldn't be much longer. I'll try to show Roxy's colorful personality that she's been hiding in this chapter.
Roxy's POV
Man, those boys were some of the funniest boys I've ever met. I enjoyed hangin' with them today. For some reason Steve and Dally seemed to avoid Two-Bit today. I wonder why…
Ponyboy was talking to Darry about some Socs and how they jumped him the other day. Ponyboy said that Two-Bit was with him and that they broke out into a good ol' fist fight in the streets. Darry was hollerin' at him for acting stupid
and not using his head. Ponyboy mumbled and acted normally. Steve nudged me in the side and whispered, "Darry usually says that to Ponyboy. Nothing new." That wasn't fair! Ponyboy didn't do anything bad! Hell, I would have brought
out my switchblade and scared them off if it was me. Well, if I had my old switchblade…
I stood up and stared at Darry dead in the eyes. "You apologize right this insist!" I knew Ponyboy well and he was a good kid. He was also stressed out and didn't need a hollerin'.
Darry stared at me, his head titling slightly. "You heard me loud and clear. Ponyboy didn't do anything wrong and we all know that. If he had pulled a heater on them than that's something different." My voice was raising. He wasn't even
my brother but I felt like I needed to protect.
"He's only 14! I can't have him running the streets on school nights and fighting up any Soc he sees!" Darry's jaw muscles were tightening. The room was dead silent. Two-Bit face palmed and Steve, attempted to, raised an eyebrow at
him. Two-Bit whispered to everyone else, "Here comes Mother Roxy." And he rolled his eyes.
"Ponyboy, come here"-I opened my arms and he came to me and hugged me-"Darry, I ain't one to judge since I ain't his brother, but have you ever thought about Ponyboy's feelings when you say those things?" Man, I sound like a damn
therapist. Mother Roxy was a good name for it.
Some may call it a curse, some a gift. I naturally have this motherly trait in my blood that when I see someone, younger or older, in hurt or pain, my heart goes out to them. Especially with people just about my age. I have to help them
and make sure they're okay. I started acting that way after Marx died. I guess that some of my childish and immature natures died with him. Since that day I've been more open. I still drink like an old drunk man and I do enjoy my
shoplifting and pranks, but I've learned not to ignore the sufferings everyone is facing. I'm not sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing yet. It just…is.
Darry stood there and stared at his feet; his face was stone cold. He cleared his throat and looked at Ponyboy who was still hugging me. I petted his head and kissed his forehead. My mother use to do that to me when I was a baby. That
was a long time ago.
"Uhm…Ponyboy, I'm sorry for what I said there. I-I guess I should lighten up a bit. I just don't want you getting' hurt and all."
"That's good, Darry. Do you feel okay, Ponyboy?" He nodded at me. "Good, now dang, what time is it already, Two-Bit?" He checked the clock on the wall.
"Sweet mama, it's already 6 o'clock. We're gonna head over to my place and," He kicked Steve, who was giggling and whispering something to Dally, in the groin. Steve fell over and curled in a ball of pain. "have dinner." Two-Bit looked
anything but amused. I caught Ponyboy and Soda laughing quietly about Steve. It was pretty funny.
Of course, Two-Bit didn't mean that we wouldn't do a little shopping around before dinner. We stopped at a grocery store and, after about 30 minutes of walking, managed to score some expensive steaks and what not for dinner. We
walked out with huge grins on our faces. "Ohhhhh yeah!" I screamed out once we were in his car.
"We're eating good tonight!" Two-Bit hollered, slamming on the breaks.
We were at his house in no time. His mom and sister were working tonight so it was just us two for the whole night. This will be interesting…I thought to myself.
A/N: anyone notice that Steve has a big part in this? Haha he's my least favorite too. Weird. He's easy to write about because he acts a lot like me. Okay, I would also like to say that this chapter was used to slow down the story since I
planned to end it in this chapter. I think I'll do one or two more. Thanks for sticking this out and reading. (: 3
