I will update cause star wars, I have to admit, is awesome! I don't know why that is a good reason for updating, but it will be. Again, I have a firm grasp of where this story is going. In includes the names Patrick, General So in So, and tied die.
Disclaimer: P three peo is awesome and I don't own anything.
Chapter four
The next day of course was Saturday. Saturdays at my house were always hectic, but I loved in everyway.
Darry had to work that Saturday so it was even more hectic than usual. He usually keeps us in line and prevents us for breaking anything.
Kim was running around a house full of guys, trying to get ready to go out with her friends. Of course her getting ready process was putting her make up on, a process I have never understood.
Steve and Two-bit were wrestling in the living room when Kim came out in a well can't really say decent, but appropriate length skirt that was just above the knee.
" I'm going out," she announced around noon like she always did.
" Okay," I said. I don't think anyone except me heard her. Steve and Soda had just started a game of poker, and Two-bit was watching Mickey Mouse, which always came on at noon on Saturdays.
A little later, I decided to go to the park. I looked at the fountain. I looked at the spot were a dead body had lain five months before. I remembered how worried Kim was when I wasn't when I didn't come back at curfew. She was just as worried as Darry when she found Johnny, and me.
Johnny. God did I miss him. He was my brother, my buddy. He was probably better off dead, anyway, instead of getting beat by his father or yelled at by his father. I missed Dallas too. Kim did too. Even though she really doesn't hang out with the gang she missed Johnny and Dallas as much anybody else.
I looked at the clear spring sky. Little flower buds were sprouting all over the trees. I deiced to go back home. Maybe play some poker with Soda or wrestle with Steve.
I walked home. Soon, I found myself inside my house having a slice of chocolate cake. I glanced at the clock. It was five o' clock. Mickey Mouse always came on at five. That's why Saturdays were Two-bit's favorite days; they played Mickey Mouse twice, well actually the Mickey Mouse club.
I sat down in front of the TV with Soda, Steve, and Two-bit. We all watched the Mickey Mouse club at five. I can't remember a time when we missed it. I take that back. I can't remember a time when Two-bit missed it.
At six o' clock, Soda started dinner, a half an hour before Darry was due home. Kim wasn't home by then.
Six thirty rolled on in. Darry came home and Kim didn't. After a little while of waiting, we decided to go ahead and eat our dinner. We sat around the table and ate, and cleaned up. Still no Kim.
We turned on the TV after dinner to anticipate the arrival of our sister. The news was on. Something about the draft. Darry immediately turned it off. Nothing good, I supposed. I went to my room and picked up a book and started reading.
" Hey, Pony, have you seen Kim today?" Darry asked a little while later.
" No, not since she left this morning," I said.
" Okay, I was just wondering," he paused. " I'm just thinking of the last time you missed curfew."
I grimaced.
" I'm sorry Ponyboy. I didn't mean to bring it up," Darry muttered.
" That's okay," I hung my head. Down.
" I think I'll wait a little bit before going out and looking," Darry stepped back into the living room.
I read some more. My eyes itched with tiredness, and I was about to go to sleep when Darry called me into the living room.
" Are she sure she didn't tell you where she was going?" Darry asked.
" I already told you, no," I snapped.
" I'm sorry Pony, I'm just…where could she be," He was really starting to worry. I looked over at Soda. His eyes where filled with concern.
I picked my book up and read in the living room. After a little bit I looked up.
" Is she coming?" I asked.
" No, not yet. I wonder where she could be?" Darry looked out the window, just like last night.
" Oh, there she comes," Darry opened the door to let Kim in.
She walked through the door, and like last night, she started to go to her room.
" You better have a pretty good reason why you where gone all day, and most of the night without telling any of us where you were going," Darry yelled.
" I," Kim began. " I lost track of time."
" For fourteen hours? I don't think so," Darry's booming voice echoed through my bones.
" I'm sorry Darry. I didn't think that…" Kim began.
" You're right, you didn't think," Darry sat down on the couch next to Kim. This is exactly what happened the night Johnny killed Bob.
" I had to really fight for the social workers to let you stay here," Darry started. " Do you know they wanted to throw you into a girl's home?"
" Yes Darry," she hung her head down.
" I thought something bad happened to you," he boomed. " You know, I started to have the cops looking for you?"
" Yes Darry," She started to cry.
" I really don't want to do this, but your grounded for two weeks," Darry finished.
" Do you want me to make it a month?" He asked.
" No Darry," she sniffled.
" Okay, now off to bed," Darry said.
Kim got up and went to her room. The room that used to be mine. The history of our bedroom arrangements had always been an interesting topic. Darry's room had always been his, but when Kim and Soda where little they shared a room until they were five years old and I was three. Then mom and dad moved my crib into Soda's room. We have shared a room ever since.
I took off my shoes and shirt and climbed into bed. I was waiting for Soda to come, but he never did. I could hear him and Darry silently talking in the living room. I strained to listen.
" Darry, did you hear about the draft," I heard Soda whisper.
" Yeah, I did," was Darry's solemn reply.
"When I turn eighteen, you know I'm going," he said.
" Yeah, I know," Darry, whispered so I could not hear. It wasn't working, though. I knew Kim could hear them better than I could because her room was closer than mine.
" Kim can hear us talking," Soda said. They dropped their voice to a low whisper so neither Kim nor I would hear them.
I closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep, but the words ' when I turn eighteen, you know I'm going' kept on echoing inside my head. Was it true? Would I lose my best friend, my brother to a war? An unnecessary war for that matter.
I shrugged it off. It wouldn't be for several months until Kim's and Soda's eighteenth birthday. It wouldn't matter to me if they never turned eighteen. I shrugged it off, and went to sleep.
That night I had a nightmare, one of those I couldn't remember. Everyone was used to them, well everyone except me.
I will stop there! The bunnies are finally gone! I tried chicken wire and it worked! Reviews are highly appreciated, and the bunnies are gone, but the frogs are back. Safe me!
Until next time,
Blame it on the government
