Title- A No Title Jess
Chapter Title- Um, the End!
Disclaimer- I do not own The Outsiders, and my paperback copy is being held hostage.
Note- Boo-hoo, this is the last chapter. Never fear, I have another story! Yes, it is slightly about Jessica, but it's told in a different point of view. I'm going to shut my mouth, and stop typing about it so I don't ruin the surprise. Another note, I'm surprised I got this up. I, being the sweet angelic person I am, gave my sister the finger last night because she was whacking me. I know, it still doesn't give me the right to give the finger to a nine year old, but whatever, she deserved it. I was surprised she didn't tattle, if she did, I wouldn't have been able to use the computer for a week. So, now, let us get on with the last chapter in the story...
I bet every parent believes that their children are the cutest ever. Well, I'm just like them. Veronica and Nathaniel are the cutest kids ever. They have my dark hair and Sodapop's eyes. With Soda's eyes alone, they are the cutest kids ever. If it weren't for that fact that Nate's a boy and Ronnie's a girl, I'd say they were identical.
Nate doesn't talk much. When they were four, we were going to take him to the doctor to get it checked out but Ronnie came running in. She started to say that Nate was okay and he talks to her. Why would he talk to her and not us? It confused me. Nate seemed to rely on Ronnie a lot. He had a very big fear of the dark. Ronnie and Nate shared a bed; I thought if they shared a bed, it would help Nate. After all, didn't sharing a bed with Soda help Ponyboy? Nate hated to be in large crowds, he would grab on to Ronnie's hand and squeeze the life out of it. He also hated school.
On their first day of kindergarten, I took them to their classrooms. They were put in separate classes because they were siblings. Well, I dropped them off and decided to go to work. I was there barely fifteen minutes when I got a phone call. Nate apparently was sitting in the middle of the classroom crying. Not screaming his head off crying, nom he even cries silently. I had to go back to the school and pick him up. We got him changed into Ronnie's class and they made a note to put them in the same class every year.
Ronnie got most of my personality. Especially sarcasm, by the time she was five, half the things she said were sarcastic remarks. I can't spank her for talking back; I don't think that's right. You shouldn't hit your children; people who do that should die. Or, soap in the mouth, yeah, that's just disgusting. If I used a new bar of soap, it would be covered in her germs and if I used an old bar of soap, it would be putting bacteria in her mouth. Ronnie talked for both her and Nate, and it was impossible to get her to shut up. Her other problem, she had this thing about hitting people. She loved to pick fights. No other five year old has buried a boys head in the sand for trying to hold her hand.
Nat was a fast runner, quiet, shy, afraid of being alone, and afraid of the dark. I can't say much else about him. He doesn't talk to anybody. Actually, he only talks to Ronnie, but I've never heard him. He is even quiet in his sleep. Ronnie talks, you really can't shut her up.
Sara moved eventually, so we were going to have to find another baby-sitter. It was going to be a problem with Nate. He hated to be around people he didn't know. He was fine with Sara because he grew up with her and she was fun. Nobody in the gang wanted to baby-sit; he was fine with the gang. He grew up with them as well. Ronnie liked Two-Bit a lot, she laughed at all of his jokes. I doubt she understood half of them, but she laughed anyway. He still refused to baby-sit. He did, however, help us find our baby-sitter. You'll never guess, his sister. I trusted his sister. She was seventeen and she seemed nice enough. She was capable of handling two five year olds. Ronnie was comfortable with her, therefore, Nate was.
I was still working at that store, but it wasn't bad. I was a manager now. Soda still worked at DX, but he had gotten a raise over the years. Sometimes, it's hard to believe I am 24, it feels so weird. I have many regrets about what I have done. My biggest is dropping out of school. I wish I hadn't, I could be working a better paying job now. But, hey, at least one of us Greasers was going to school. Yeah, Ponyboy was in college. I couldn't tell you where or what he was studying, I don't remember. Two-Bit and Steve graduated, but they stopped their education there. Steve started to work full time with Soda. I still can't believe those two are best friends. After all the years, I believe Soda told me he was only mad at Steve once.
"Mama, it's my birthday!" Ronnie screamed after waking up one morning. She jumped into my arms.
"What did I tell you about being loud in the morning? It's too early," I told her and hugged her. She was extremely loud. She talked a lot and she was loud.
"Sorry, I forgot," she said and grinned. They got Soda's grin and they could talk me into anything. I mean, Ronnie could talk me into everything.
"Don't forget again," I told her and kissed her forehead. I woke up Nate. He wasn't a morning person. It took a few tries to get him out of bed.
"Do you have work today?" Ronnie asked me. I nodded.
"Is Miss Mathews comin'? I like her." It was funny. They used to call Sara by her first name but they called Two-Bit's sister Miss Mathews. I laughed and nodded.
"She'll pick you guys up from school. Hurry up and eat your breakfast, I got you Frosted Flakes because I know you love them."
"Thanks mama," she told me and ran into the kitchen. I helped Nate out of bed and carried him into the kitchen.
"Nate, you're gonna be six, can't you walk into the kitchen?" He stared at me for a while. I guess he was thinking. He shook his head 'no'. I put him on the chair and poured them two bowls of cereal. Then they had to get ready for school. As always, Ronnie cried when I had to brush her hair and I hit knots. Nate did the usual routine. He would try to get out of school by hiding under the bed. Soda didn't know how the morning routine went. He was always at work before I had to wake them up and they didn't do those things on the weekends.
That night, I tucked them into bed and kissed both of their foreheads. Soda did too.
"Hope you had a good birthday," I said to them.
"We did, but mama, Nate wants to know why do we always have chocolate cake?"
THE END
Within the next few hours you should see another story by me. That's right; I have about 3 chapters done… Talk about caffeine rushes.