I arrived at the Matthews' house at about seven thirty that night. When I rang the doorbell, Two- Bit came running. He welcomed me with a friendly kiss and then invited me in. I sat down on the couch, trying to catch my breath. He gave me a glass of cold water and told me about who he had chosen.
"…Their real nice people. They've got three sons. Darry, Sodapop and Ponyboy. Mr. Curtis is the most original person I know…."
"How old are they?"
" Think about this. They're my best friends parents and you think that I know how old…"
"No, Two-Bit! I mean the boys, Darry, and…who ever."
"First of all, y'all don't just call the Sodapop Curtis or Ponyboy Curtis who ever. And second of all, Darry's eleven, Soda's seven- but he'll be eight pretty soon, and Pony's five. Why?"
"Just wondering."
"Well, we'd better get goin', if my parents find out that I'm sneakin' off again, I might as well be ol' Uncle Bob. Remember him, Michelle?" Uncle Bob was Two- Bit's mom's brother and my dad's friend since college. Dad went into a drunken fit on my fifth birthday, and, well, let's just say that the police never found a body and me and Two- Bit were too God damn scared of what our dad's would do to us if we said anything.
"Yeah, yeah. Let's go already." I followed Two-Bit out the back door and down a few alleys. "It's safer goin' this way, so we don't get jumped."
Finally, they arrived at the Curtis's after about fifteen minutes of walking. "It's nice. Just lookin' at it you can tell that there's a family in there…a real family," I thought to my self. They walked up no to the porch and Two-Bit charged in, "Howdy, Curtis'! What's new?" "Nothin', considerin' you just called a little while ago," I guessed that this was Darry because he was trying too hard to sound smart, like Two- Bit said he probably would. "Two-Bit, why don't you be a gentleman and invite you friend in?" This, most likely, was Mrs. Curtis. Two-Bit came over to the door and held it open for me. I obeyed walked in. As I entered, I could here two boys laughing and playing in the room down the hall. "Well, Mrs. Curtis, I gotta get home before my dad realizes I'm gone. See y'all tomorrow!" He turned and started to walk out the door, but then turned to face me briefly, "oh, and, Michelle, if y'all need me, just give me a call and I'll be over in a flash, alright?" I shook my head yes and he left.