Title- The Tale of Ronnie

Chapter Title- Just Tell Me

Disclaimer- I do not own The Outsiders

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Note- You'll notice that when they go to the Dairy Queen, Nate only gets fries and a shake. My brother has a friend that only gets fires and a shake when they go to a fast food place. The kid is a really picky eater. When we had Chinese food he only ate fried rice and wanton soup. He eats pizza and drinks iced tea, and likes ice cream Watermelon rolls. Along with the occasional hot dog, other than that, I have never seen him more. My sister held a Mighty Ducks marathon today. All I can hear is 'quack, quack, quack', yeah, and it's going to drive me insane. We are leaving for Florida in 14 days (as of 8/2), it sucks. Ten days without a computer! Well, I have my laptop, but no internet! It is a conspiracy to kill me! Well, all is good. My dad got this DVD system for the car (we are driving). Two mini televisions that go on the backs of the seats and are hooked up to a DVD player. My first thoughts? 'Oh god, my sister is going to play all these Emilio Estevez movies... kill me now.' I was wrong. I looked at the movies she wanted. There were two, of course they did have Emilio Estevez in them, but his roles weren't big. Tex and The Outsiders, I love those movies. I added Pirates of the Caribbean and A Series of Unfortunate Events. I'm sure you all really care about that, so I'm going to stop and start the story.

I went into my room and looked out the window. Dad came back a few minutes later and walked into the bathroom. He didn't have anything with him, I didn't think. Mom wasn't in the bathroom. I leaned against the wall and peeked in to see what he was doing. He put something in the cabinet and then got ready to leave. I quietly left and sat on my dad.

"I'm home," dad said leaning into our room. Nate was on the floor coloring and I was staring at the ceiling.

"What did you do?" I asked. He told me he did nothing. I wasn't going to believe that. I'd figure out later, tomorrow. Dad would be leaving in the morning and Miss Mathews wouldn't come right away. Mom was dead to the world when we woke up.

Dad took us out to eat. He took us to the Dairy Queen. I tried to get dad to let me get a banana split instead of a regular dinner. He didn't let me so I settled with a barbeque sandwich, a coke, and some fries. Nate ate a few fries and a milkshake. He didn't like much, milkshakes and fries when we went out and sometimes what mom and dad placed in front of him at the dinner table. Seeing him eat chicken is hilarious. He pulls it apart with his fingers and then inspects it before he puts it in his mouth. Mom hates it when he does that. It's almost as bad as when he eats his hard boiled eggs. He used to shove the whole thing in his mouth but mom got mad so now he pulls the white off of the yolk and throws away the yolk. He doesn't like yolk... how can you not like the yolk?

"Dad, what's wrong with mom?" I asked in between bites of my sandwich.

"Don't worry about it, she'll feel better soon."

"You know more, c'mon, dad tell us. Please?" I begged. He shook his head and I crossed my arms across my chest. I knew better than to start a tantrum in the middle of the Dairy Queen, but if I had too, then I would.

"Ronnie, we'll tell you when she feels better," he told me. I felt sort of satisfied. But, what if mom didn't get better? What would happen then? What, what would happen if, if she died? No, mom won't die.

We finished dinner and then went home. Mom was sitting on the couch in another pair of dad's pants and one of his tee-shirts. She was eating some crackers and watching television.

"Mom, don't you have your own clothes?" I asked her. She smiled and patted the spot on the couch next to her. I sat down.

"Did you hit somebody today?" she asked me. She sounded like she was going to be annoyed.

"Yeah," I said looking at me feet, "but only 'cause the guy was in fourth grade and made Nate do his homework for him," I said. I waited for her to get mad at me. Instead, she grabbed another cracker out of the box and sighed.

"We gonna tell them?" she asked looking at my dad. Tell us what? I'm dying here. I wanted to shout 'yes, tell us,' even though I had no idea what they were talking about.

"What ever you want," dad said and shrugged. I wanted to know.

"What?" I nearly shouted.

"Calm down, if you don't, I can't tell you," mom said. I sighed and shut my mouth. I wanted to know, really bad. I needed something to do. I was sitting on the couch and I couldn't talk. Mom and dad were exchanging glances. God, what did they have to tell us? I was going to pull out my hair. I looked at Nate, maybe if he said something, they would tell us.

"Mom," I whined. I just wanted them to say something. Mom gave me this look. She sprang to her feet, dropping her crackers and ran to the bathroom. If they weren't going to tell us, I was going to do my own investigation. I wouldn't wait until tomorrow morning. I would check that cabinet tonight, and I was going to find out.

So the faster you review, the faster you find out. I am so evil for torturing you like this, aren't I? No, seriously, review, my fairies have taken a mini vacation, but I still have the need to update. What with being off the computer for 10 days.