No Chocolate cake??
Soda climbed out of the car. He had been sitting in the car in his driveway thinking about Sandy for the past half-hour. He shook his head lightly. Glory, I'm turning into Ponyboy, thinking so much and all. A lot had changed in the past four years. Pony was about to graduate in spring, and he was pretty sure he would be getting at least a partial scholarship to the University of Tulsa for his track record. He had placed first in just about every meet he was in for the past 2 years. Pony had been going steady with Two-Bit's kid sister, Kara. She's three years younger than Pony, and Soda reckoned the only reason Two-Bit wasn't constantly on Pony's case about it was because Two-Bit trusted only Pony to keep her safe, and even then Pony was on thin ice. Anyone else was likely to get their head kicked in for thinking about her. You just don't get on Two-Bit's bad side about his kid sister unless you have a death wish.
Soda and Pony's older brother, Darry, had been promoted to foreman of his own roofing crew, and was finally making enough to only need one job. Only working one job took a lot of stress off him, and soon he and Pony were able to talk to each other without being down each other's throats.
Soda was still pumping gas at the DX with Steve, but lately he had been thinking of applying for manager of the store. He'd been working there for nearly five years; didn't that make him qualified?
Soda quietly slipped into the house. It wasn't all that late, really, only about 11 p.m., but Darry was already home and his bedroom light was off. "Superman must have crashed early," Soda murmured, smiling at his own joke. He went into the kitchen and found a note from Darry on the icebox.
Sodapop-
Last I heard, Pony was on a date with Kara. He should get home around when you do. I've gotta be at work early tomorrow, so Happy Birthday if I don't see you.
Tell Pony to buy groceries.
-Darry
"Oh yeah, my birthday," Soda said, still thinking about the chocolate cake he came for. His eyes suddenly widened, "I'm going to be 21!" He laughed to himself, amused by the fact that 21 to him was nothing more than another number. Shoot, if I was going to be drinking, I would've started a long time ago! He rummaged through the icebox for a few minutes, hunting for cake No chocolate cake? I coulda sworn we still had some. I didn't think I ate the rest… and losing interest when none was found. He plodded off to the room he shared with Pony and rolled into bed, exhausted.
Sorry, another short chapter. It's a lot longer written out. Thanks for your reviews :)