Hiya, this is another installment to some random story. I hope you like laughs maniacally. There are plenty of you that don't know what this is about. Sincerely, I don't know what this is about. Like I said, I got the idea when I was sitting in P.E. listening to the P.E. teacher showed us to stack cups. I was bored!

Disclaimer: refer to chapter one

Chapter two

I started the day off by eating a breakfast containing chocolate cake. It was good, but certainly not nutritious. Then I went to work, and Pony went to school. I had dropped out after mom and dad died so I could keep Pony in school. It sort of bothered me. It bothered Pony a lot, though. He wanted me to stay in school. I wanted to, too. Well, it was either drop out of school, and pay the bills, or stay in school and starve. I weighed my choices out and decided I liked to work with cars more than mathematics.

My day at the DX was pretty uneventful. I had several cars to fix up in the morning, and then I had to fill up some gas tanks in the afternoon when all the kids got off from school. As the day wore on, I got a swarm of girls crowding me as I fixed a real piece of junk.

Soon, at six ' o clock, I finally got to go home. I walked into my house to reveal the living room filled with chaos, and Two-bit. Pony was on the couch with his nose in a book ignoring Steve and Two-bit's rough housing. I laughed at the sight, and went into the kitchen. I soon discovered that Pony had put a couple of chickens in the oven to roast. He hadn't completely forgot about dinner, which I was very glad about since I had a hard day.

I went into the living room. Steve and Two-bit were having a ' civilized' game of poker.

" Hey, Pony," I said as I sat on the couch next to him.

" Hey, Soda," he answered.

" How was your day," I started with the usual conversation.

" Fine," was the usual answer, though I wasn't quite sure it was true. Dally's and Johnny's death had been hard on him. It had been hard on all of us, we just didn't show it as much as he did. Sometimes we had to remind him that Johnny and Dally were our buddies, too.

" I have to go check on the chicken," Pony said as he put his book down and headed toward the kitchen.

" I'll go with you," I announced to whom exactly I have no clue.

I followed himn into the kitchen, and watched him open the oven.

" Be careful," I warned Ponyboy as he tried to take the chicken out with a wet potholder.

" What?" he asked as if coming out of a trance.

" Your potholder, it's wet," I told him.

He nodded his head, and found a dry one to take the chicken out with.

" Hey, what's going on?" Darry asked as he came through the door.

" Just cooking dinner, Dar," I called from the kitchen.

" Okay, do I have enough time to take a shower before dinner?" Darry called.

" Yeah," Pony answered. " it'll be ready in a few minutes."

Darryy nodded and headed to the bathroom, while I helped Pony get dinner on the table.

" Dinners ready," I yelled a few minutes later. Steve, Two-bit and a freshly showered Darry showed up at the table. We sat down, and started to eat. It was another average night at the Curtis's, but something didn't seem quite right. It seemed…a little empty.

I end my chapter there. I hope you like it, and pickles are good. Comments are appreciated, and chocolate makes my hyper!

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