Well, here's chapter Two, sorry it took so long to post... heh...

Is there a possibility that someone could be my Beta Reader? I'm not too sure of my writing... I know for sure there are a lot of places that could use a lot of work...

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Chapter Two: The Family Artist and My Best Bud

The cold wind continued to nip at my face. I hugged my leather jacket tighter Jeez, why couldn't those morons live closer? I couldn't take this harsh wind much longer. Only Dally could stand this kind of weather... I decided to light up, in hopes of warming up. It didn't work as well as I hoped, but I was satisfied. Besides, there wasn't much more to walk... the street lamps flickered as I passed them and the wind picked up even faster. I stomped out my cigarette, and made a break for the Curtis' place. When I got closer, I saw that the only lights that were on were in the living room. That must've meant Darry was asleep--you don't want to get in-between Darrell Curtis and his sleep. He really did need it hough, with all the work he did... and I never messed with him--he'd beat my head in as fast as you can beat a twig...

"Hey..." I didn't even bother to knock--no one ever did.

"Hey." Soda waved, wearing a smile full of laughing pride. I automatically knew he had done something...

I took a look around. Soda was sitting on the couch, his feet on the table. Pony was sitting right next to him, engulfed into another one of his books--he was even mouthing the words as he read. Glory--how could he read so late into the day? Now that didn't make any sense... Two-Bit, was sitting on the other side of the coffee table, literally shoving his fist into his mouth, trying to keep his laughing down...

I knew for sure they had done something...

"What's so funny?" I sighed, looking over at the clock. Wow--it was only about half past mid-night! "Not too late..." I muttered raising my eyebrows. Darry would be real mad for Soda being up at this time... He must've been real tired if to not make sure Soda and Pony were asleep before he hit the sack... Tomorrow was Thursday, which meant that Soda had work full time at the DX. Come to think of it... so did I...

"Dally fell asleep, and Two-Bit dared Sodapop to draw a clown face on him." Pony explained--finally taking his nose out of whatever the heck he was reading.

I scowled. Why did he even bother talking to me? To tell you the truth, I didn't like him. Well... scratch that... it's not that I didn't like him... I just really didn't get along with him. He was too quiet and nothing but a tag along. It was too hard for me to start up a conversation with the kid. I remember quitting after a bit when I first met him. The only reason i let him slide, was 'cause he was Soda's baby brother.

"Really?" I took another look around--no Dallas Winston in sight, "Where is that piece of ice?"

"In... their... room." Two-Bit managed to get out in between fits of laughter. How could he stand to laugh this much?

"But that's not the end of the story!" Soda began--a triumphant look in his face with a mischievous gleam in his eye. "I wanted to see that bull with a pirates face instead!"

"He's the family artist..." I muttered, flashing a grin. You can't help but smile when you're around Sodapop Curtis.

"Anyway," he continued, "Tow-Bit didn't like the 'pirate' idea, so we ended up fighting over it, and then we... we... ended up..." he started sputtering, clutching his sides. He bent over laughing so hard I thought he'd die right there.

"Shut up Soda!" Pony warned, but his laughing eyes betrayed him, "You'll wake up Darry!"

Soda ended up shoving a pillow into his face. When he was finished with his little 'giggle fist', he looked up and nodded at Two-Bit.

"Just go look for yourself!" Two-Bit smiled.

I sighed. I really wasn't up for this--but I could use a laugh. I rolled my eyes an walked down the hall to Soda's and Pony's room.

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