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A/N: More stupid randomness, as requested. More on the way soon. Enjoy and, as always, thanks for reviewing!
In Bed
Ferdinan the Fein
"If my name was different, would you still be my friend?"
"What? You mean if you weren't a Curtis?"
"I mean, if I weren't Pony, Pone, Ponyboy, would we still be, you know, buds?"
That was a dumb question. I mean, Soda had head some dumb ones before but this was by far the dumbest thing he had ever heard his little brother say.
"Uh, yeah Pony. We would be. Why do you ask?"
"I had a dream where you told me we couldn't be friends anymore because my name was, well it was... Ferdinand."
"What?"
"Yeah."
"That's dumb."
"My dream's dumb? I may be Ferdinand, but at least I didn't get chased by a flock of pink flamingos and wake up having to run to the bathroom."
Soda gasped dramatically. "You promised not to mention that!"
"Correction: I promised not to mention that to anyone else. Big difference. Technically, I can torture you with it all I want."
"That's it Ferdinand the Fein!" Soda pretended to growl. "You must die!" He leapt on my little brother and we started wrestling. It was a typically destructive match. They managed to knock over the only table and lamp in the room and spill a beer that he suddenly remembered, with a cringe, he was not supposed to bring into the bedroom. Pretty soon he had Pony pinned down but then he yelled out-
"Soda, look a flamingo!"
"Where?"
"HaHaHa!"
"Shut up, Pone."