Title- A No Title Jess

Chapter Title- Chocolate Cake

Disclaimer- I do not own The Outsiders

Note- As I am writing this, tons of things are going through my mind. Last night (7/28), my brother's girlfriend of the past four years broke up with him. Being the good sister I am, I'm trying to be nice and let him use the computer more. Also, my mom decided to take away my copy of The Outsiders to try to get me to start my summer assignment. It's due the first day of school which is around the corner, September 7th. She has also shortened the time I am on the computer. So, this is like the second to last chapter. Now that I have informed you of what is going on with my oh-so interesting life, let us get on with the story.

The next few months went by very fast. I was either working or taking care of the twins. It was really strange because Nate never made any noise. No, Ronnie cried for him. Yeah, it was odd and a lot of people thought it was. We could take them to a doctor, but we needed to pay back the loans. We didn't have the money to get them checked out. Besides, it kind of sucked walking everywhere. Once we finished paying back the loans, we were going to get the car. I only had to walk to work, and it wasn't very far. Darry picked up Soda on his way to work.

Danielle had tried to call me, but I hung up on her or I ignored her and let her ramble on. I was so mad at her. Sure, she did apologize, but she didn't make an effort to say good-bye to the gang. Sara and I started to hang out a lot more. We became really good friends, better than Danielle and I. I never saw Michelle and Anna, they moved as soon as they hit 18. Sara says she hears from them occasionally. I was surprised Sara didn't leave, but I was glad she didn't. She was an awesome baby-sitter.

Soda got better, and if it wasn't for the scar on his leg, you'd never be able to tell. It kind of freaks me out still, the fact that a bullet went through his leg, tearing his muscle and tendon or whatever. It was hard that month when he couldn't walk. He spent the month on the couch, oh boy, I bet that was fun. While is muscle was getting stronger, it had bothered him to walk but we kind of forced him to.

For our first anniversary, I got really excited. Somebody decided to have a bunch of people by the names of Two-Bit, Steve, Darry, Ponyboy, and Sara chip in and buy us a car. It was a car that probably had a few owners before us, but I didn't care. It was a car. It had four wheels and it moved! Soda took me to dinner and then, well, you know what? That's our business.

Soon enough, the twins' first birthday snuck up on us. We planned to invite the gang and Sara; we really didn't know anybody else. I was forced to make chocolate cake by somebody. Surprisingly, it came out good. The frosting wasn't too sweet, but it was still sweet and the cake itself wasn't dry. Well, I might not be able to cook chicken, but I can bake a cake. It was an okay birthday, it would've been better if they didn't sleep the whole time. Or if Ronnie wasn't crying constantly.

"Hey, who made the cake?" Steve asked.

"Me," I spoke up.

"No way, you made this cake?"

"Steve, believe it or not, I can cook," I answered.

"'What happened to if I cook, I'll end up burning the house down' or what about all those times we came over here to eat and got burnt food?"

"I dunno, but apparently, I can make cake," I said. I was actually quite proud that I could make a good chocolate cake. I would need this skill, especially since I was living with Soda.

"What store did you buy it from?"

"Steve, I really did bake this cake. If you want me too, I'll bake another one just for you."

"Soda, did she really bake this cake?" Steve asked Soda. Soda nodded because he was in the middle of eating a very big piece of cake. I stuck my tongue out at Steve.

Soda really liked my chocolate cakes, and I think my small employee discount was spent buying cake mix. Soda probably went through one twice a week. He ate too much chocolate cake, I ate some, plus, sometimes we had the gang over.

"Do you ever want another desert? Doesn't chocolate cake get old?" I asked them one night.

"No," they answered together. I wondered what they what do if I decided not to buy the mix or make the cake one night. I was going to do it.

"Jessi, did you forget to make a cake?" Soda asked after searching through the ice box like five times.

"Oops, I must've, sorry," I told him. I was an okay liar; I just hoped he couldn't tell I was lying.

"That's okay, I'll just make one," he said. Wasn't it going to be funny when he opened the cabinet and there wasn't any stuff to make the cake? I stood there trying not to grin. He opened every single cabinet.

"You forgot to buy the stuff?" he asked. I smiled innocently.

"I don't know what I was thinking. Don't you think you should try to eat something else for desert?"

"You did this on purpose!" He finally realized it. He walked towards me and started to tickle me.

"Soda, stop it!" I said in between laughs. I collapsed onto the floor in a fit of giggles, but he proceeded to tickle me.

"Soda, we're gonna wake up the kids," I told him.

"You didn't make me chocolate cake," he said. He got up, crossed his arms across his chest and pouted. He helped me up and I kissed his cheek.

"The cake mix is under the bed," I told him. I hid it there, because it was the last place he would think of looking.