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Lesson 4: Rainy Days Can Be Fun
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The guys sat around, bored. The forecast for that day was rainy. It poured down everywhere, drumming rythmically on the roof of the Curits house. It was supposed to be like that all day. And with Darry at work and Dallas roaming around, the number of the group had been cut down to five.
"I'm bored," Two-Bit said. He sat down in front of the television with the last half of chocolate cake and a beer, his eyes glued to the screen as Mickey Mouse danced along it happily.
"We all are," Steve groaned. "How about we do something?"
There was silence for a few moments until Soda finally asked, "What are we gonna do?"
They all looked at each other for a few moments then they all got up and ran out the door.
"Outdoor rainy football," Two-Bit cried happily. "Last one to the lot is a stinkin' soc!"
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Twenty minutes later, the guys were all soaked through and through but they were having fun. They had split up into two teams and were playing hard.
"GET HIM," Steve shouted at Two-Bit as Ponyboy ran for a touchdown with the ball.
The rusty-sideburned greaser snapped back to attention and ran after Ponyboy, catching him in a running tackle and knocking him to the ground.
"Gotcha," he panted, looking down at Pony.
Suddenly, he was aware of every aspect of the young man's body. The rain plastered his shirt to him, and Two-Bit could see every little curve of his muscles, leaving very little to the imagination. He could see the way that Pony's chest heaved up and down as the young boy panted. He stared into Ponyboy's eyes, losing himself in those imploring orbs.
Pony looked up at Two-Bit, his eyes probing Two-Bit's grey ones. Two-Bit was lying on top of him, causing him to sink slightly into the wet, musy ground. What was Two-Bit staring at? Then he saw the older greaser's eyes rake over his body in a strange way. He suddenly became very selfconscious. His whole face burned a bright pink and he wished to know what the other was thinking.
"Sorry, Pony," Two-Bit breathed huskily. "Did I hurt ya?"
"No," Ponyboy whispered timidly.
Two-Bit nodded and rolled off of his friend. He stood up and helped the youngest Curtis to his feet. What was coming over him lately? What was this feeling, he asked himself silently.
"We win," Soda crowed happily, jumping up and down, hugging Johnny. "You guys owe us soda's for a week!"
"Yeah, yeah," Steve and Two-Bit grumbled.
The gang walked home, sopping wet and tired. Two-Bit and Steve went to their houses to change, leaving Johnny, Sodapop, and Ponyboy alone in the Curtis household.
"What do you guys wanna do now," Soda asked.
"I don't know," Pony replied.
Getting up, Soda stated,"I'm gonna make us something to eat."
After twenty-five minutes of loud noise in the kitchen and funny smells, Sodapop came out, proudly holding something that Ponyboy suspected was cheesecake, had it not been purple. Johnny got brave and asked Soda what in the world he was trying to feed them.
"It's Pancake Cake," Sodapop declaired. "Can't you tell?"
"Ooh," Ponyboy said slowly. "Yeah, now we can."
"Well, eat up," Soda said, placing the plate of Pancake Cake down on the table.
The two teens looked at each other momentarily before each taking a cautious bite.
"Hey! This is good!" Ponyboy shovled down another mouthful. "How'd it get purple?"
"I don't know," replied his older brother, sitting down and scratching his head thoughtfully. "I guess it was the grape jelly and the mayonnaise."
Two forks clattered down quickly. The two boys looked at Soda. He just smiled back, completely clueless of how gross the thought of grape jelly and mayonnaise was together.
"I think I'm breaking out," Johnny mummbled, scratching his arm. "I'm allergic to mayonnaise..."
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Welup, that's it for Lesson 4. It'd be mean if I ended the story right here, wouldn't it? Yeah, it would. I wouldn't do that, don't worry. Not to this story, anyway. I'm thinking about doing a stupid story about how the church caught on fire and stuff. It'd be a humor and stuff, don't worry. What do you guys think? Let me know. I need opinions! I'm just an elected offical! I can't make decisions by myself! Okay, so I kinda stole that from A Nightmare Before Christmas. So? Wanna sue? You won't get nothin'! You know, at one time, I was thinking about doing an Outsiders story with that movie.... Okay, I know you people want me to shut up, so you're getting your wish. Shutting up now! Later Days, Loyal Readers! Review.
Lesson 4: Rainy Days Can Be Fun
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The guys sat around, bored. The forecast for that day was rainy. It poured down everywhere, drumming rythmically on the roof of the Curits house. It was supposed to be like that all day. And with Darry at work and Dallas roaming around, the number of the group had been cut down to five.
"I'm bored," Two-Bit said. He sat down in front of the television with the last half of chocolate cake and a beer, his eyes glued to the screen as Mickey Mouse danced along it happily.
"We all are," Steve groaned. "How about we do something?"
There was silence for a few moments until Soda finally asked, "What are we gonna do?"
They all looked at each other for a few moments then they all got up and ran out the door.
"Outdoor rainy football," Two-Bit cried happily. "Last one to the lot is a stinkin' soc!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Twenty minutes later, the guys were all soaked through and through but they were having fun. They had split up into two teams and were playing hard.
"GET HIM," Steve shouted at Two-Bit as Ponyboy ran for a touchdown with the ball.
The rusty-sideburned greaser snapped back to attention and ran after Ponyboy, catching him in a running tackle and knocking him to the ground.
"Gotcha," he panted, looking down at Pony.
Suddenly, he was aware of every aspect of the young man's body. The rain plastered his shirt to him, and Two-Bit could see every little curve of his muscles, leaving very little to the imagination. He could see the way that Pony's chest heaved up and down as the young boy panted. He stared into Ponyboy's eyes, losing himself in those imploring orbs.
Pony looked up at Two-Bit, his eyes probing Two-Bit's grey ones. Two-Bit was lying on top of him, causing him to sink slightly into the wet, musy ground. What was Two-Bit staring at? Then he saw the older greaser's eyes rake over his body in a strange way. He suddenly became very selfconscious. His whole face burned a bright pink and he wished to know what the other was thinking.
"Sorry, Pony," Two-Bit breathed huskily. "Did I hurt ya?"
"No," Ponyboy whispered timidly.
Two-Bit nodded and rolled off of his friend. He stood up and helped the youngest Curtis to his feet. What was coming over him lately? What was this feeling, he asked himself silently.
"We win," Soda crowed happily, jumping up and down, hugging Johnny. "You guys owe us soda's for a week!"
"Yeah, yeah," Steve and Two-Bit grumbled.
The gang walked home, sopping wet and tired. Two-Bit and Steve went to their houses to change, leaving Johnny, Sodapop, and Ponyboy alone in the Curtis household.
"What do you guys wanna do now," Soda asked.
"I don't know," Pony replied.
Getting up, Soda stated,"I'm gonna make us something to eat."
After twenty-five minutes of loud noise in the kitchen and funny smells, Sodapop came out, proudly holding something that Ponyboy suspected was cheesecake, had it not been purple. Johnny got brave and asked Soda what in the world he was trying to feed them.
"It's Pancake Cake," Sodapop declaired. "Can't you tell?"
"Ooh," Ponyboy said slowly. "Yeah, now we can."
"Well, eat up," Soda said, placing the plate of Pancake Cake down on the table.
The two teens looked at each other momentarily before each taking a cautious bite.
"Hey! This is good!" Ponyboy shovled down another mouthful. "How'd it get purple?"
"I don't know," replied his older brother, sitting down and scratching his head thoughtfully. "I guess it was the grape jelly and the mayonnaise."
Two forks clattered down quickly. The two boys looked at Soda. He just smiled back, completely clueless of how gross the thought of grape jelly and mayonnaise was together.
"I think I'm breaking out," Johnny mummbled, scratching his arm. "I'm allergic to mayonnaise..."
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Welup, that's it for Lesson 4. It'd be mean if I ended the story right here, wouldn't it? Yeah, it would. I wouldn't do that, don't worry. Not to this story, anyway. I'm thinking about doing a stupid story about how the church caught on fire and stuff. It'd be a humor and stuff, don't worry. What do you guys think? Let me know. I need opinions! I'm just an elected offical! I can't make decisions by myself! Okay, so I kinda stole that from A Nightmare Before Christmas. So? Wanna sue? You won't get nothin'! You know, at one time, I was thinking about doing an Outsiders story with that movie.... Okay, I know you people want me to shut up, so you're getting your wish. Shutting up now! Later Days, Loyal Readers! Review.