I am running outta ideas, but I don't want to end it here. But here's the next chapter (kinda silly). I don't own The Outsiders
-S13foreverfan101
I just had a fight with Tim, and I was lying on the Curtis' couch, when I smiled at the thought of Darry wearing a bikini . . . wait, a what? Suddenly my face went solemn and I decided I was drunk.
The next morning I woke up on the floor. "What happened?" I asked Ponyboy who was sitting on the couch, intently eating a piece of ham.
"Juliet died for Romeo," he answered pointing to the book beside him, tears now in his eyes. He threw his ham at me, so I picked it up and I ate it. Five-second rule, right?
"No Darry," Soda shouted in the kitchen. "Don't put him in the microwave!"
I had to see what was going on in the kitchen. As soon as I sat down at the table, Soda shoved a plate of meatloaf to me.
"That's Bob," he said with a smile.
Dally rolled his eyes and left after saying, "I give up, I'm taking you two to a hospital, "you know so we can make sure you're normal.
"No," Pony shrieked. "I hate daycare!"
I rolled my eyes as Soda began petting his meatloaf. I left when he began to sing to it.
"Wait," I said to myself. "Shouldn't I be hung over? Oh well."
That's when Steve walked in. "Stevie," yelled Ponyboy, now warring a poncho and a fake mustache.
"You are so strange kid," Steve said.
"Tacos," Pony yelled.
"Hey Dal," Johnny said. "Wake up."
I opened my eyes and saw Johnny. "Damn my head hurts."