Ponyboy: Big Blow-up

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            No way was I going to take that shit from Steve Randall. Even if he was Soda's best friend. I tried to stop myself from screaming at Steve like he screamed at me. I failed miserably, "TAGALONG KID?!?! IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK I AM?! WELL YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT STEVE RANDALL BECAUSE I AM NOT A TAGALONG KID! IS IT MY FAULT THAT SODA ASKS ME TO GO WITH YOU GUYS IF YOU'RE NOT TAKING GIRLS?! IS IT MY FAULT THAT IT SOUNDS FUN SO I WANNA GO?! YOU'RE FULL OF IT STEVE! YOU'RE JUST AN ASSHOLE WHO HAS NOT LIFE AT ALL SO YOU PICK ON YOUNGER KIDS LIKE ME!!!!!!!! AND FOR THE RECORD, I HATE YOU TOO!!!!!!!"

            We were both standing up at this point and we were both staring daggers at each other. If looks could kill, we'd both be dead. Soda was in total shock, especially after mine. He didn't think that I hated Steve. He didn't think Steve hated me. He thought we both loved each other like brothers. Well he was wrong. We both hated each other with red hot fire that would burn anyone if they told us that we didn't really hate each other. Darry was staring at me. I don't think he's ever really heard me say that much to anyone all at once ever since mom and dad died. Two-Bit was wide-eyed. He was probably the only person in the gang other than Johnny and Dally who knew that we hated each other. He just never thought we'd blow-up in front of Soda…the very person we tried not to blow-up for. Soda was white, "You…you guys don't mean that…"

            "YES WE DO!!!!" we shouted at him at the same exact time.

            "You guys, let's calm down…" Darry tried to make peace, but it really wasn't working.

            "NO DARRY! I'M NOT GONNA CALM DOWN! THE STUPID LITTLE TAGALONG KID JUST CALLED ME AN ASSHOLE AND I'M NOT GOING TO STAND FOR IT!" Steve yelled at Darry.

            "I AM NOT A LITTLE TAGALONG KID AND YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU ARE AN ASSHOLE!!!"

            Steve stared at me, eyes boring into mine. Then, he said, quietly and dangerously, "Kid, the next five days are gonna be the worst five days of your life."

            "You know something Steve?" I asked him, just as quiet as he was.

            "What?" he challenged.

            "You can just ROT IN HELL!!!!!!" I screamed out the last part. That was it for Steve. He lunged at me, knocking over the coffee table and pushing me hard into the wall. Although it hurt, I wasn't going to let him know it. We started slugging each other and kicking each other. I guess we had these feelings bottled up inside of us for so long; we fought to a maximum magnitude. We wrestled and punched each other until Steve threw me into the TV, causing me to kick him against the fallen coffee table. Finally, Darry came to his senses and picked yelled, "STOP IT BOTH OF YOU!!" It wouldn't matter anyway. Neither of us would fight. We were too tired, upset, and weak to get back up and battle each other out again.

            "I never knew you felt that way about each other," Soda said quietly, helping me up. Tow-Bit helped Steve up. I took a look at Steve. He wouldn't be able to see out of one eye for awhile and he cut himself up pretty bad from the coffee table. I wondered what I looked like. Steve muttered something about having to go home and gave me the dirtiest of all dirty looks. I shot one right back at him. Two-Bit volunteered to go after him.

            I escaped to the bathroom before either one of my brothers could say a word to me. I looked at myself in the mirror and gasped. I also had a black eye. The swelling feeling on my nose was from it being punched. It wasn't broken though because it didn't hurt when I touched it. My arms were bruised up pretty good too. I sighed and cleaned up my nose. About ten minutes later, there was no more blood and I was satisfied. I washed my face and undressed, leaving the bathroom.

            "I'm going to bed, night." I announced quickly slipping into mine and Soda's room. Neither of my brothers objected. I crawled underneath the covers and after long thoughts on what happened that day, I fell asleep. One problem: I had a nightmare.