Title- The Tale of Ronnie

Chapter Title- For a Week?

Disclaimer- I do not own The Outsiders

Reviewers-

Darkravenx0- God, shopping with my sister is really boring. LOL, I do remember that story I e-mailed you. That was hilarious. The cake questions are answered here.

XAmberX- Maybe Nate talks later on, not in this chapter. I do have quite a few written.

BlackLightningDX- Because, she is 7 and she doesn't know any better.

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I woke up on Sunday to the smell of eggs cooking. Hopefully mom forgot about the no chocolate cake thing. I walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. There was half a cake in the middle of the table. I tried not to look at it. Mom placed a plate of scrambled eggs in front of me. She put a glass of orange juice near my plate. Wait, no chocolate milk?

"You only said cake last night," I pointed out to her, hoping that she made a mistake.

"Well, I decided this morning when I saw a nice piece of cake missing that you won't be allowed to have anything chocolate for the next week." I got mad at Nate. He had to take that piece of cake for me. I looked at the orange juice. I hoped it didn't have any pulp in it. I don't like pulp orange juice. I hated it when it got stuck in between my teeth. I looked to the side of me. Dad was already eating his breakfast. I think it's funny; he eats jelly on his eggs.

"I can't believe you really eat jelly on your eggs," I said. When I was younger I thought he just did that to make me laugh. If he did, it worked. I don't believe a lot of people until I see it for myself.

"You should try it," he told me. He handed me the jelly. I thought about it for a while. Finally, I took my fork and put a tiny bit of jelly on my eggs.

"It's no chocolate, but it's good," I said smiling. My mom let out a little laugh.

"You are exactly like your dad," my mom told me and went to go wake up Nate. She came out of the bedroom, with Chocolate behind her.

"You let the dog sleep with you guys last night?" she asked. She sounded annoyed. I nodded and put more jelly on my eggs.

Nate came out rubbing his eyes. His hair looked kind of funny. He must have done something to it in his sleep. Maybe he had a bad dream; I tried not to laugh at him.

"You should try some jelly and eggs," I told him. He looked at me like I was crazy and then sat down. Mom handed him two hard boiled eggs. I think hard boiled eggs are a waste of time. It takes so long to boil them and then you need to peel the shell. Nate had that down pretty good, he could peel eggs quickly. He unpeeled it and put the egg in his mouth. The whole thing, he just stuck it in his mouth.

"Nate," mom said, "please eat the egg the right way. If you don't, I won't make you them anymore." He took the egg out of his mouth, and broke it in half. He ate it slowly, to please mom. She put some chocolate milk in front of him. I finished my eggs quickly and went to get dressed. It's not fair he got chocolate milk and I didn't. I could always tell mom the truth, but I don't think she'd believe me. She'd want to hear it from Nate, and Nate wouldn't tell her.

I stayed in the room until Nate came in. I was a little mad at him for that thing with the cake last night. I walked out of the room and turned the television on. I sat down on the couch.

"Ronnie, you need to get your dog some water," my mom said. I went and got a bowl and filled it up with water. I put it on the floor in the corner. Chocolate went over and started to drink the water.

"Your dad and I decided that you can keep the dog, but you need to train it and take care of it. Nate can help if he wants, but I won't and your father won't."

"Okay," I told her. I think when she says father it makes dad sound old. He's really not old. He's about 26, I think, I'm not sure. It doesn't matter any way. He doesn't look old. Grandparents look old. I don't have any grandparents.

My grandma and grandpa on my dad's side died in a car wreck before I was born. My mom's mom died of a stroke before I was born. Her dad died of cancer before I was born. They all died before I knew them. Mom said I would've liked her mom, but not her dad. Nobody really talked about my dad's parents. I don't mind not having any, except, there was one time. My friend got neat stuff from her grandparents and she was bragging about it. That was the only time I really wanted grandparents, so I could get neat stuff. Mom said that if her mom didn't die then she wouldn't have met dad, so I couldn't say I wanted her back. Then, my mom said that her dad wouldn't have even sent a card in the mail, so I didn't want him. I guess I wanted my dad's parents. I wonder if they were nice.

Nate came out of the bedroom dressed. I asked him what he wanted to do today and he just shrugged. Sometimes, I hate the fact that he doesn't talk. Nobody knows why he can't talk, I know he can talk. He's said a few words to me before. He has a really quiet voice and he talks in a whisper. He only talks if we are the only two in the room.

Having a dog wasn't as fun as I thought it would be. After it peed on the floor a few times, it wasn't fun. Mom made me clean it up. I was grouchy the first week; I hadn't had chocolate in a while. I guess I deserve it; I lied to Two-Bit and disobeyed my parents. But, it still seems a little unfair, no chocolate for a week?