Stephanie's POV
As Ponyboy was explaining the whole story to his older brother who seemed royally angry, I ran out of the house past Dallas, Johnny, and Two-Bit. I stopped in front of the red haired man. "You're sister is a horrible witch!" I screeched.
"Tell me something I don't know, kid." He wrapped both arms around my little frame and lifted me over his shoulder like a flour sack. I screamed and kicked as he carried me up the steps past the other boys. A hand came down on my butt, a hand that obviously belonged to Dallas Winston.
"Hey!" I yelped.
"It's sticking out there little girl, free game." He told me. Two-Bit brought me into the house and placed me on the floor. Ponyboy was nowhere to be seen, Audrey was watching TV and Darry was trying to adjust his position, looking ready to cry from pain. I rushed over to him and gently lifted the weight from his hurt arm. He fixed himself and chuckled.
"Thank you Mommy Stephanie!" He joked, laughing at himself. I made a mental note to not give him any more pain killers and made my way into the kitchen. I filled the sink with hot, soapy water and piled the dishes up.
Over my shoulder I yelled. "Audrey Matthews! Come here please!" I heard a dramatic sigh from the living room, followed by over emphasized footsteps. The older girl entered.
"What do you want?" She whined. I pointed to the drying towel. Audrey rolled her eyes and picked it up. I washed the dishes quickly with Audrey's (reluctant) help. When we finished I glanced at the clock. Ten o'clock in the morning.
"What to help with breakfast?" I asked the other female. She threw the dish towel and walked out with her hands on her head.
"Nope!" She yelled, plopping her lazy butt on the couch next to her equally lazy brother. I rolled my eyes and rooted through the cupboards for two frying pans. I placed them on burners and turned them on, getting the bacon and eggs from the fridge.
I made Darry his bacon, egg and tomato sandwich. I made Ponyboy's hard yolk eggs and for everyone else I made standard scrambled eggs and bacon and dished it all out. "Come get it everyone! I don't deliver!" I picked up Darry's sandwich and carried it out to him, passed the other teens in the room.
"I though you don't deliver? Where's mine?" Two-Bit complained.
I handed the plate to the injured man. "On the counter, so go eat it! He is hurt!" I noticed Ponyboy wasn't there. "Ponyboy Curtis, get your rear in gear and into the kitchen, boy!" I yelled up to the bedroom. Dallas came back holding his plate.
"I like my eggs sunny side up." He told me. I scoffed and took the plate. Dumping the untouched eggs on Johnny's plate, I pulled out to eggs and cracked them into the still on frying pan. They quickly finished cooking, so I slid them on the plate and shoved them towards the hood, which at the moment was clearly enjoying torturing me today.
"Pony, you can do the dishes please?" The younger boy nodded. I went and switched the laundry over and took the already dry load into the living room. Darry looked at me.
"This is the best sandwich ever!" I smiled as I folded the laundry. I felt Darry's sympathetic eyes on me. "You don't have to do all this, Pony and Soda can…" I cut him off
"I live with my father and Steve, I'm used to it, your house is calm compared to mine!" As if to jinx what I said, there was a crash, yelling and laughter from the kitchen. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. It was going to be a long, long, day!
