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Hahukum Konn: You'd rather pet a pit bull? Actually, I think I might just draw on his face... it would be fun! And I hope he has a soft spot for girls... lol--I wouldn't get in that much trouble that way...

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Chapter Three: The Pit Bull...

The sight I saw made me want to laugh my ass off! There--snoring on the bed, was the great Dallas Winston, and scribbled all over his face, were several colored wonders... Thank god for the dim light from the closet, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to see anything...

I always knew Dallas Winston can could sleep through anything... the only way to wake up the guy, was is to send a good punch to his stomach. Although I wouldn't recommend it--last time I tried it, it seemed like that black eye and swollen lip would never go away...

Anyway--back to Dally and his little... makeover... On his upper lip, was a huge pink mustache that extended sideways all the way to his hair, and by the looks of it--there was a green mono-brow hastily drawn. There was also a brown mole underneath his left eye... man--it was ugly... around his right eye, I noticed a faint black circle that had a line extending to his hairline, I guess that was supposed to be a pirate eye-patch?

Man let me tell ya--it was a sight to see... I circled around him a little--incase I missed anything, and saw that on his forehead, written upside down, was scribbled:

'Soda an' Bit wuz here! P.S. love that new look Dally, it hides all that crap on your face...'

I guessed that last part was from Two-Bit... Soda wouldn't be that mean--much.

As I walked back into the living room, Soda sat upright and looked at me, I guess waiting for my opinion.

"Well?" Two-Bit asked impatiently, still laughing. How could he be so cheery all the time? And he wasn't even drunk!

"Well what?" I groaned, "You had your fun... y' know he's gonna kill you? Yeah it was funny--but I sure as hell know he ain't gonna feel the same way. That P.S. was a laugh though..." I turned to Bit, "You wrote it--didn't you?"

"Huh?" he asked making me wonder if he was drunk after all...

"The P.S. moron..."

"Oh!" his face lit up into another smile, "Yeah, it was awesome wasn't it?"

I shrugged. What was I supposed to say? It was hilarious, but he already knew that. If I said anything--he and Soda would just start laughing all over again... Besides, I was too tired to join in the fun...

I let out another groan and rubbed my eyes. Man I was beat! Dead tired was the only way to explain it...

"Soda--I'm spending the night--ok?"

"Yeah man no problem! You don't have to ask!"

"Oh, I'm hungry--what's there to eat?" Two-Bit got up suddenly and headed straight for the kitchen.

Pony sighed and shook his head, leave it to Bit to have the weirdest timings for food...

"C'mon Soda we got work tomorrow..." I mumbled, shoving him slightly off the couch.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he said still smiling, and stretched. He turned to Pony, "C'mon--we gotta get my latest masterpiece outta the bed..."

Pony nodded, letting out a yawn, and gave me a small wave. I nodded my head in response. I wasn't in the mood to talk anymore--sleep was overtaking me faster than I thought. I kicked off my shoes and stretched out on the couch. It felt like a million nails in my back. Soda had been smart enough to turn off the lights for me. A few minutes passed till I heard Dally come in and plop himself on the other couch--a string of curse-words following. A few more minutes passed till I heard Bit's shuffling, he stretched out in on the rocking chair near the television.

I sighed, wondering where my old lady was by now... what she was up to... thoughts like this kept entering and exiting my mind, till sleep finally washed over me.

That amount of sleep was the best I'd had in a long time--despite that damn couch... that is, until I was awoken by the sounds, made by the dear--pit bull--of the family...

"SODA! TWO-BIT!"

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