~To My Reviewers~
Burnin church gal: My you wrote a lot! Thanks so much for all the
reviews, and tell Johnny never to touch the tranquilizer gun again, your
much more interesting without it!
Johnny: Reincarnated squirrel you say? You didn't perchance bight burnin church gal and give her rabies did you? (Heh, j/k!).
Vicki: Thank you! I don't know if the outcome will be like the movie, I don't really enjoy killing people off...that's just me though.
Blatty: Thanks! Well, I would let you have him, but he's mine!
Roya: Thank you very much! Uh, yeah there probably will be love interests, but not for everyone.
Mimi: I think your name is so adorable. Thanks for the kind review! I love planes also, I live about ten minutes away from an old airbase, (which just closed down a few years ago), but I always used to go to sleep at night hearing the planes, so now I find it a very comforting sound.
Rockabye: Hola chica! Haha, you'd tie me up without food? Now that's just mean! By the way..earsex with Dallas? Hmm.......
Author's Note: I'm very sorry, but I'm afraid Dally's much too busy doing my laundry to be in this fic. Johnny will, but that's only because he's allergic to my brand of fabric-softener. Also, Pony is 18, Johnny, Steve and Soda are 20(I'm rounding up), Two-Bit is 21, and Darry is 23...I think that's right.
Part Two
The cool breeze gently tousled the hair of a now full-grown Sodapop Curtis. Light spread through the blinds of the window above his head, creating the wheat-colored hair to look as if a halo was placed upon his crown.
'Aw, it'll be a shame to wake him,' thought Steve, who at this moment was standing over his best friend, pondering his next move. Enough pondering.
"Lt. Curtis, report on the air field this instant, CODE RED, CODE RED!!!!!!!!!!"
"Ahh!" The young man who was so previously sound asleep awoke with the shrieking that mirrored that of a little girl. "Yessir, Lt. Curtis reporting for duty sir!" He instinctively saluted to the thin air in front of himself, breathing hard. Realizing the situation, his face turned as red as a cherry, and his nostrils flared. His usually jolly voice now held a certain air to it.....along the lines of groggy, frustrated, and pure contempt of his best friend. Go figure.
"Steve..."
"Yeah?"
"Run!!!" With the warning proclaimed the two boyhood friends took off in a dead run, one scampering through the room dodging bunks to and fro with the other following right behind. The chase ceased, however as both quickly lost breath. The end resulted in a headlock, which Steve eagerly welcomed so long as he didn't have to run anymore.
"Why the hell do you do that?!?"
"Well in my opinion your screaming is just a little more entertaining than an alarm clock."
"Glad I have a purpose in life..." he muttered.
"Amen."
"Shuddap."
"Yes sir, captain, sir!" A fake salute was tossed into the air at this point, but was quickly released as a third voice entered the conversation.
"I think you're addressing the wrong officer, boy." Steve paled and bit his lip, causing the pink to turn white.
"Sorry sir, just having a bit of fun. Won't happen again, I promise, sir." He said as he addressed the commanding officer in front of him.
"I should hope not. Alright then, stop the twitching dammit, you're a pilot and a lieutenant, not some scrawny seaman."
"Yes sir."
"Oh, and Sodapop....."
"Yes sir?"
"Randle's right. You're screaming is much more entertaining than an alarm clock. See you in the air boys."
It was now Soda's turn to pale, although he turned bright red once a few moments passed themselves by, and the only sounds present were that of Steve's snickering. Soda smiled and shook his head, patting his "brother" on the back, and walking back into his barracks.
End Chapter
A/N: Yikes, I know this is short, but the next one will be longer, I promise!!!!!!!!!
Johnny: Reincarnated squirrel you say? You didn't perchance bight burnin church gal and give her rabies did you? (Heh, j/k!).
Vicki: Thank you! I don't know if the outcome will be like the movie, I don't really enjoy killing people off...that's just me though.
Blatty: Thanks! Well, I would let you have him, but he's mine!
Roya: Thank you very much! Uh, yeah there probably will be love interests, but not for everyone.
Mimi: I think your name is so adorable. Thanks for the kind review! I love planes also, I live about ten minutes away from an old airbase, (which just closed down a few years ago), but I always used to go to sleep at night hearing the planes, so now I find it a very comforting sound.
Rockabye: Hola chica! Haha, you'd tie me up without food? Now that's just mean! By the way..earsex with Dallas? Hmm.......
Author's Note: I'm very sorry, but I'm afraid Dally's much too busy doing my laundry to be in this fic. Johnny will, but that's only because he's allergic to my brand of fabric-softener. Also, Pony is 18, Johnny, Steve and Soda are 20(I'm rounding up), Two-Bit is 21, and Darry is 23...I think that's right.
Part Two
The cool breeze gently tousled the hair of a now full-grown Sodapop Curtis. Light spread through the blinds of the window above his head, creating the wheat-colored hair to look as if a halo was placed upon his crown.
'Aw, it'll be a shame to wake him,' thought Steve, who at this moment was standing over his best friend, pondering his next move. Enough pondering.
"Lt. Curtis, report on the air field this instant, CODE RED, CODE RED!!!!!!!!!!"
"Ahh!" The young man who was so previously sound asleep awoke with the shrieking that mirrored that of a little girl. "Yessir, Lt. Curtis reporting for duty sir!" He instinctively saluted to the thin air in front of himself, breathing hard. Realizing the situation, his face turned as red as a cherry, and his nostrils flared. His usually jolly voice now held a certain air to it.....along the lines of groggy, frustrated, and pure contempt of his best friend. Go figure.
"Steve..."
"Yeah?"
"Run!!!" With the warning proclaimed the two boyhood friends took off in a dead run, one scampering through the room dodging bunks to and fro with the other following right behind. The chase ceased, however as both quickly lost breath. The end resulted in a headlock, which Steve eagerly welcomed so long as he didn't have to run anymore.
"Why the hell do you do that?!?"
"Well in my opinion your screaming is just a little more entertaining than an alarm clock."
"Glad I have a purpose in life..." he muttered.
"Amen."
"Shuddap."
"Yes sir, captain, sir!" A fake salute was tossed into the air at this point, but was quickly released as a third voice entered the conversation.
"I think you're addressing the wrong officer, boy." Steve paled and bit his lip, causing the pink to turn white.
"Sorry sir, just having a bit of fun. Won't happen again, I promise, sir." He said as he addressed the commanding officer in front of him.
"I should hope not. Alright then, stop the twitching dammit, you're a pilot and a lieutenant, not some scrawny seaman."
"Yes sir."
"Oh, and Sodapop....."
"Yes sir?"
"Randle's right. You're screaming is much more entertaining than an alarm clock. See you in the air boys."
It was now Soda's turn to pale, although he turned bright red once a few moments passed themselves by, and the only sounds present were that of Steve's snickering. Soda smiled and shook his head, patting his "brother" on the back, and walking back into his barracks.
End Chapter
A/N: Yikes, I know this is short, but the next one will be longer, I promise!!!!!!!!!