Two Against One!
Sodapop and Darry have to look after baby Ponyboy. Let's just say they're not the best role models...
Darrel, Sodapop; this is your new brother." The nurse showed the two boys the baby, wrapped in a baby blue cotton blanket.
"What's her name?" Sodapop asked, jumping up and down with excitement. He was eager to be a big brother, like Darry already was.
"Oh, no," The nurse chuckled. "He's a boy."
"He's a he?" Soda gasped. "But we already have two he's," he said in confusion, obviously referring to Darry and himself.
"He's a he." The nurse nodded. "Now, come on, do you want to see your mother now?"
Soda nodded and Darry reached for the nurses hand, which she gladly accepted, and led the boys to Mrs Curtis' room.
"Hey, boys," their mother smiled.
"Hi mummy!" Soda basically lept onto her.
"Hi , Sodapop, hello Darry. Thank you, Miss Jensen."
"Oh, please," the nurse grinned, making her way out the door. "Call me Ellaine."
"What's her name?" Sodapop asked.
"He's a boy, Soda." Mr Curtis told them. "And his name is Ponyboy."
"Like the horse?"
"Yes, like the horse," he told them, smiling. "Now, who wants ice-cream?"
"I do, I do, I do!" Both Darry and Soda chanted as they followed their dad out of the room and made their way to the cafeteria.
TWO-AND-A-HALF YEARS LATER
"What? Why can't we come with you?" Soda asked, pouting.
"Because we're old enough to stay home alone, duh!" Darry grinned excitedly.
"YOU maybe!" Soda pouted even more, his bottom lip trembling in an attempt to make Mr and Mrs Curtis feel sorry for him. "You're nine! But I'm only six!"
"Almost seven," Darry corrected.
"Still!"
"I'm older than you, I make the rules!"
"Nah!" Soda fought back.
"Actually, we make the rules," Mrs Curtis told them as she pushed herself up on her tip-toes to kiss her husband on the cheek. "And we think you're old enough to stay home. It's a nice neighbourhood, and we trust you to watch Ponyboy."
"We're only going grocery shopping, we'll be back later," Mr Curtis said as they left. "Goodbye, boys."
Sodapop sniffled. "What now, Darry?"
"I-I don't know." Darry pouted as well. "I'm bored."
"Me too..."
"Daddy said we have to watch Ponyboy."
"Oh, oh!" Soda grinned. "We can be like Mummy and Daddy! We can look after him and feed him and play with him and-"
"We can practice being parents!" Darry gasped. "Soda, you're a genius!"
"I know right!"
Ponyboy was in his cot in the living room, and the two older boys were watching him from the kitchen.
"We are going to be the greatest parents." Soda nodded at Darry, who got his watergun ready. "But first... let's play!"
"Ready?" He asked the younger boy.
"Totes."
Darry looked at his brother strangely. "...what?"
"It's an... an abbriviatory."
"An abbriviation?"
"Yeah, that. Totes."
"...what."
"Let's gooo!" Sodapop squirted Darry with his smaller water gun.
"I didn't say go yet!"
"Too bad!" Soda laughed as he jumped in front of the cot.
Darry squirted his water gun at Soda, who ducked, making the water hit Ponyboy. "NYAAA!" He squealed.
"...whoops."
"Uh, oh, uh oh," Soda repeated. "This ain't good, Dar."
"Eeeehehh!" Ponyboy grinned. "I feel funny, eeeeheeeheeeh!"
Darry and Soda lookedat each other. "He likes getting hit by a water gun?"
"Strange child..." Darry shook his head.
"More, more!"
Soda squirted the water gun at the two-year-old, hitting him straight in the face. Ponyboy fell back onto his pillow.
"SODA!" Darry grabbed the water gun off of him. "Are you trying to kill him? We aren't even allowed to use the water guns in the house, i-if Dad finds out, we'll be in big trouble!"
"More, more!"
Soda grinned at Ponyboy and then back at Darry. "Two against one!" He aimed the water gun and Darry's face and shot him.
Darry fell back onto the couch. "We are so dead."
Thank you Pen .Paper . Paradise and MyMischeif for reviewing.
An even bigger thank you to greasergalsoda for the idea! :)
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- Lollie
