Title- The Tale of Ronnie
Chapter Title- New Years Eve
Disclaimer- I do not own The Outsiders
Reviewers- I don't have my e-mails and reviews… this isn't my computer and I snuck on. Hope you enjoy! It's about 12:30 'cause I spent the day with Red and Kiwi arguing with Kiwi: Green Day Vs. Coldplay. And after Green Day finished, she took out the c.d. and I put in my Good Charlotte c.d. and told her if she took it out, I'd slap her. Kiwi got slapped.
Note- I must thank somebody extra special. My muse, who likes to visit in the wee hours of the morning, Has she no sense?
I just happen to like bothering you.
My muse doesn't have a name. I call her muse and you can call her charmedgurl1891's muse.
Maybe I do have a name... maybe my name is Granola Bar, or GB for short.
I have no idea, but I shall continue to call her muse and you shall continue to call her charmedgurl1891's muse. I do not give into her wishes and call her Granola Bar or GB. So, my kind reviewers please say hello to my muse!
Hello kind reviewers.
Okay, now she can leave.
Oh, thank you, you are finally letting me go!
She is a nocturnal muse. Obviously, giving me story ideas at 2 or 3 in the morning.
I told you, I like to be annoying. Something you are quite good at!
This is, sadly, my third to last chapter. I decided to go with Ronnie and make this story have an even amount of chapters, twenty.
I woke up late the next morning. So did everybody else. I could've slept a lot longer, except my mom got off the bed and it creaked. I was a light sleeper sometimes and I guess that was one of those times. I woke Nate up; I had to drag him everywhere. I couldn't let him alone, except when he went to the bathroom. I stood outside the door and waited for him. I made sure he spent an even amount of time in there.
After crying with mom that day, I felt a little less guilty. I knew I never would completely get over it. A part of me will always feel guilty. Nate and I walked into the kitchen. Mom was making us two bowls of cereal. She set down a bowl of Frosted Flakes in chocolate milk in front of me and Lucky Charms in front of Nate. I smiled at her.
Mom went back into her bedroom. She came out a few minutes later, followed by dad. I wondered if I would ever have another sibling again. Part of me didn't want another one. I loved Nate and I didn't think I could ever love somebody else like I love him.
We had everybody over for New Year's Eve. Uncle Steve brought over his new girlfriend. I don't think I like her. She laughed at everything with a high pitched giggle, said words I was told not to say, she wore a lot of make up, and acted like I was a baby.
"Mom, can I stay up this year?" I asked my mom. I wanted to stay up with everybody. I didn't like to be in bed when everybody else was still up.
"Aw, how cute, Ronnie wants to stay up with the grown ups," Steve's girlfriend said in this weird voice. I narrowed my eyes and I wanted to hit her. My mom came over to me.
"You can try," mom told me. She pushed my hair out of my face and gave me a kiss. When mom went away I stuck my tongue out at Steve's girlfriend. I didn't like her, I don't even remember her name. I remember falling asleep before midnight, and then waking up. Everybody else was asleep. Mom and dad were in their room, Nate was next to me on the couch, Steve and his girlfriend were in our room, Darry and Pony were in, um, the other room, and Two-Bit was on our floor.
I woke Nate up, quietly. I dragged him into the kitchen where I looked through the draws. I eventually found what I was looking for, a pair of scissors. I dragged Nate into our room and cut of that lady's hair. I kept my laughter inside and washed the scissors. They were dirty and they needed to be cleaned. I dried them and put them away. I went back on the couch with Nate and fell asleep.
We were woken up about an hour later, by a shriek. Everybody rushed to the room it came from, my room. I went just as fast as everybody else, I didn't want to look suspicious.
"It was her, I swear, the ungrateful little," and then she called me a bad word. Mom looked at me. My eyes probably said 'yeah, I did it,' but I mouthed 'no'. Mom walked over to me and put her hand on my shoulder.
"I don't think my kids did it," she said, "they were fast asleep when we went to bed, and woke up when you screamed." Good ol' mom, she knew what to say to get me out of trouble. When she wanted to say it.
"Yeah, I was with them all night," Two-Bit added. At least, she didn't know Two-Bit could sleep through a nuclear war.
"I can't believe you would blame something on two seven year olds," Steve said. He looked at her, I think he was upset. That was the first time I think I actually felt like he really cared about us. The lady huffed, grabbed her bag and shoes. She stood by the front door.
"Fine, Steve, care more about your bratty neice than you care about me. I don't need you anyway," she shouted. She slammed the door shut.
"Ronnie, I can't believe you would do something like that," my mom said. I had guessed she'd known for sure. If she didn't, she would've accused me with that lady. I let out a little giggle.
"I didn't like her. How'd you know I did it?" I asked. I already knew, she was my mom and moms knew these types of things.
"Well, hair doesn't cut itself and I could tell you didn't like her," mom answered. I loved her, she knew me really well. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her. I let go and mom went into the kitchen to make breakfast, she had gotten better at cooking. When I was five, almost every thing came out burnt.