Chapter 4- Two-Bit suspects
When I woke up the next morning, Soda was still asleep. He had been crying, I could tell. He had red bags under his eyes and the pillow was stained with tears. I was so glad that Darry had to work all day today. I got up and went to get dressed in the same clothes that I wore yesterday. I didn't even bother to take a shower. Since I was the first one up, I had to make the breakfast, maybe I would do the dishes, since Soda probably wasn't feeling too good. As soon as I opened the fridge, I was a little alarmed to see 3 beer bottles in the side compartments. They must've been Two-Bit's. He practically lives here and is constantly leaving everything lying around. I decided that breakfast was just gonna be eggs, since there was no cake in the fridge.
"Hey Pony, smells good."
I turned around and saw the ever-handsome face of Soda standing right next to me. It made me jump and break the yolk in my egg.
"Look what you made me do Soda." I yelled playfully. We got into a long, happy conversation, as if nothing had happened the night before. After a while we heard the usual slam of the door as Two-Bit walked in.
"Hey guys, already eat breakfast? Did you save any for me?" I shook my head no and said I'm sorry. "Well that's not fair. Anyway, Soda, you wanna play some poker?" Soda nodded and went out to play on the coffee table. As usual they both cheated, or at least tried to. Two-Bit was a master at cheating, but Soda couldn't cheat his way out of a paper bag.
At around 10:30, Two-Bit flipped on the TV. It was about time for Mickey Mouse to come on. But instead there was one of those annoying television test where the TV buzzes for an hour. Two-Bit kicked the TV and cussed at the ' lack of dedication that Mickey has to his fans.' There is really something wrong with that man. Soda gave me a look that said 'This guy is off his rocker.'
We were about to go to a movie, when Two-Bit noticed a car pulling up in the driveway.
"Hey, I guess Darry got off of work early today." "Did you say Darry?" "Yeah, your oldest brother, ring a bell?"
Soda and I ran to the window, hoping it was a false alarm. It wasn't. We rushed to clean stuff up, while a confused Two-Bit sat on the floor scratching his head. We waited nervously for the usual scuffle of Darry's feet across the porch and then open the door. When he did, Two-Bit said, "Hey Dar, did your boss let you off early?" Darry looked at him and grinned, "Yeah, he did." "Hi Pony, Soda." We gave him a stiff hello.
It was obvious to Two-Bit that something was wrong. "What's up with you guys, you in a fight or something?" he asked when Darry left the room. "No, not really. Oh, and I really don't feel like going to the movies anymore." "Really, well alright. I guess I'm gonna go to the movies with Steve then." He said as he walked out the door.
For the rest of the day, Darry was really nice, like old times. He barely yelled and he even played poker with us. By the end of a 15 round game he won 20 dollars from us both. At around 11:30 Darry got up off the couch and said, "Pony, don't you think it's time for bed. You have school tomorrow." "No I don't, it's a teacher work day, and I don't have to go." He grunted and walked into his room to go to bed.
As I lay in bed that night, I started thinking that things would go back to normal. That him hitting us was just a phase. I fell asleep, and had the best sleep I've had in a while. Things were gonna be alright, I thought.
When I woke up the next morning, Soda was still asleep. He had been crying, I could tell. He had red bags under his eyes and the pillow was stained with tears. I was so glad that Darry had to work all day today. I got up and went to get dressed in the same clothes that I wore yesterday. I didn't even bother to take a shower. Since I was the first one up, I had to make the breakfast, maybe I would do the dishes, since Soda probably wasn't feeling too good. As soon as I opened the fridge, I was a little alarmed to see 3 beer bottles in the side compartments. They must've been Two-Bit's. He practically lives here and is constantly leaving everything lying around. I decided that breakfast was just gonna be eggs, since there was no cake in the fridge.
"Hey Pony, smells good."
I turned around and saw the ever-handsome face of Soda standing right next to me. It made me jump and break the yolk in my egg.
"Look what you made me do Soda." I yelled playfully. We got into a long, happy conversation, as if nothing had happened the night before. After a while we heard the usual slam of the door as Two-Bit walked in.
"Hey guys, already eat breakfast? Did you save any for me?" I shook my head no and said I'm sorry. "Well that's not fair. Anyway, Soda, you wanna play some poker?" Soda nodded and went out to play on the coffee table. As usual they both cheated, or at least tried to. Two-Bit was a master at cheating, but Soda couldn't cheat his way out of a paper bag.
At around 10:30, Two-Bit flipped on the TV. It was about time for Mickey Mouse to come on. But instead there was one of those annoying television test where the TV buzzes for an hour. Two-Bit kicked the TV and cussed at the ' lack of dedication that Mickey has to his fans.' There is really something wrong with that man. Soda gave me a look that said 'This guy is off his rocker.'
We were about to go to a movie, when Two-Bit noticed a car pulling up in the driveway.
"Hey, I guess Darry got off of work early today." "Did you say Darry?" "Yeah, your oldest brother, ring a bell?"
Soda and I ran to the window, hoping it was a false alarm. It wasn't. We rushed to clean stuff up, while a confused Two-Bit sat on the floor scratching his head. We waited nervously for the usual scuffle of Darry's feet across the porch and then open the door. When he did, Two-Bit said, "Hey Dar, did your boss let you off early?" Darry looked at him and grinned, "Yeah, he did." "Hi Pony, Soda." We gave him a stiff hello.
It was obvious to Two-Bit that something was wrong. "What's up with you guys, you in a fight or something?" he asked when Darry left the room. "No, not really. Oh, and I really don't feel like going to the movies anymore." "Really, well alright. I guess I'm gonna go to the movies with Steve then." He said as he walked out the door.
For the rest of the day, Darry was really nice, like old times. He barely yelled and he even played poker with us. By the end of a 15 round game he won 20 dollars from us both. At around 11:30 Darry got up off the couch and said, "Pony, don't you think it's time for bed. You have school tomorrow." "No I don't, it's a teacher work day, and I don't have to go." He grunted and walked into his room to go to bed.
As I lay in bed that night, I started thinking that things would go back to normal. That him hitting us was just a phase. I fell asleep, and had the best sleep I've had in a while. Things were gonna be alright, I thought.