I woke up in a cold sweat, and looked around me, trying to figure out where I was. I then realized after several minutes that I was in my room, lying on my bed. Pony wasn't there, so I figured it was at least 7 in the morning. I decided to get up and get dressed.

I walked into the bathroom and checked myself over, making sure that there was no sign of me having that dream. We already have to deal with Ponyboy's nightmares; I didn't want to scare Darry more. But for all I was worth, I couldn't figure out why I kept having these dreams every night. I shook it off and just walked into the kitchen. I noticed that Kit Kat was up and eating breakfast.

"Hey guys," I said as I walked into the room.

"Hey Soda," Pony and Darry said simultaneously.

"Hey, baby," I said to Kit Kat. She laughed in response and kept eating. Well, more like flinging food all over the room. "Pony, did you just give her some cold oatmeal and a spoon?" I asked. He nodded and kept eating his chocolate cake. "She can't eat that by herself! She's 6 months old!" I said, laughingly good-natured.

"Ponyboy, please, use your head! A 6 month old can't eat oatmeal!" Darry scolded Pony.

"Ahh, lay off him, Dar, he didn't mean any harm! I'm just get her some milk." I announced, and walked over to the counter. I looked in the cabinets for a bottle and finally found one. "Hey, Dar, do you think this bottle will melt if I put it on the stove?"

"Don't tell me you're a pyro, Soda!" I turned around to find Dally smirking at me.

"Yeah, Dal, I'm a pyro!" I said, also smirking. Dally laughed and sat down next to Darry.

"Darry," Dally started.

"Hmm?" Darry asked for behind his newspaper.

"Do you always read the paper in the morning?"

"Yes,"
"Well, not this morning," Dally grabbed the paper out of Darry's hand and ran. Darry sat there for a minute with his hands still in the position that they would have been in if the paper was still in them. Then he realized what Dally had just done and shook his head, and kept eating.

"Ya think he's still a bit drunk?" Pony asked.

I just laughed in response. Just then Two-Bit and Steve walked in.

"Hey! Curtis family! Anyone alive?" Steve yelled.

"Steve, shut up, you're gonna scare Kit Kat!" I said.

"Sorry!" Steve said, walking over to Kit Kat and patting her on the top of her head, "How's Kit Kat this morning?"

Kit Kat started to laugh again and picked up her spoon – mind you, it was full of oatmeal – and flew it across the room at Two-Bit. The spoon hit Two-Bit in the head, and the oatmeal was all in his hair. Everyone erupted into a laughing fit.

"Hey, Two-Bit, sporting a new hair style?" Dally asked wile entering the room, again.

"Ya, I thought it would look good," Two-Bit answered.

"Well, he has Kit Kat to thank for that. She thought it would look pretty good, too!" Pony finally spoke up.

Ok, this chappie has a little Dally OOC, but you'll see why in the next chapter, THX FOR REVIEWING!