Time Travlin' Terry: Chapter Three
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"Ok fine." Dally shrugged and continued walking.
"Damn you're persistent! I'll give you that much." Soda said 'defeated', "Steve and I…Oh dear god, it's too unbearable to speak about!"
"Then don't." Dally said, and silently the others agreed. They really wanted their ice cream.
"FINE, DALLY! Just push and push me until I break! Have it your way then! Ok it all started when…"
:Suddenly things become wavy, signifying a flashback sequence that only Soda can see…and yet it would only make sense if you could see it….:
"Fuck, I must be really stoned today…" A nearby tree said.
"You must be new around here." Johnny said to the tree, seemingly out of nowhere. "Things are always like this."
"Ok…" Soda began, "We went to go play "interview with a toilet" in the bathroom at MY house!" Apparently the fact it was at the Curtis house was supposed to mean something. "And Steve was trying to hog the toilet and use all his ideas!"
"Is that all?" Ponyboy asked. It seemed like a pretty stupid reason to him.
"What the hell is "interview with a toilet"?" Terry asked before he could stop himself. At this rate the ice cream would be melted by the time they ate it, and they hadn't even bought it yet.
"See, it's this really cool game that Two-bit, Steve, and I started to play a while back. We make the toilet speak and it's really hilarious!"
"What do you make it say?" Terry asked.
"Ok
well this one time…" Soda giggled. "This is Two-bit doing the toilet-talk. I'll
say toilet or Two-bit before each thing…it gets confusing with all the T's!
Two-bit: So how's life been going for ya T-man.
Toilet: It's been all right but the other day someone made a big old dump and
it was quite unpleasant since it wouldn't flush quite right and some got
stuck…"
"TOO MUCH INFORMATION!" Johnny shrieked.
Two-bit: Is it gross to have people
going to the bathroom on you all day?
Toilet: Well only if they have a hairy ass…not that I'm naming any names.
Two-bit: Spill it girl!"
Toilet: Omg
that just sounded sooo gay!
Two-bit: FUCK YOU! Ok so anyway! Can you describe one of the most
traumatizing incidents that you've had to endure in your line of work?
Toilet: Well it's awful when someone comes to jack off on me. Like the other
day I was sitting here minding my own business when some dirty boy came in and
starting stroking the munchkin…"
"OK STOP TALKING RIGHT THERE!" Ponyboy said shuddering.
"Why! Because you don't want the truth to be revealed? Well guess what, you CANT HANDLE THE TRUTH!"
"Pony?" Johnny sounded scared and 'dramatic', "What does he
mean? Oh golly, say it aint so!"
"He just said…golly…" Terry
said to dally and had to suppress a laugh. He found he was doing that a lot
here.
"Just be happy he didn't say gee whizzy, cheesy whiz!" Dally replied.
"Yeah! YEAH!" Soda said with a crazed look in his eye and pointed at Ponyboy. "Tell him Pony! It was YOU toilet was talking about!"
"You just did." Terry pointed out.
"Okilie doodly!" Soda said, glad for another opportunity to use his catch phrase. He was proud because he hadn't enlisted Steve's help to make it.
"But Pony doesn't have a hairy ass…" Johnny said with a confused look. This raised some questions and eyebrows, including Ponyboys.
"Well, now I'm even more disturbed than I was ten seconds ago, if that's possible." Ponyboy said sadly. "Let's just stop talking about this."
"Ok, right!" Soda said ignoring the last bit. "So we were playing the game, and I wanted to put a pink bow on to symbolize Mrs. Toilet, but Steve wanted to use a red bow. Then to top it off he wanted to have a beer, but I wanted to have a soda!" He looked angry.
"Those are stupid reasons to end a friendship…" Dally gave a dramatic pause which signified that there would be two random New-York stories in one chapter. "I once was at a store…"
"The one you got arrested at in the last story?" Johnny asked.
"Yup." Dally replied. "So I was standing there, and my friend came over and was all like 'hey dally you want a coke?', and I got pissed because he knew I hate cokes and then I socked him in the face, and he never offered me a coke again." Dally looked proud.
"Was he ok?"
"Huh?"
"Was your friend ok?" Ponyboy repeated.
"Huh, what? Oh no he died." Dally said looking confused.
Ponyboy thought the option of remaining silent was the best choice.
"Is that all Soda?" Terry asked, getting extremely impatient.
Soda thought for a moment. "No it isn't! PLUS he wanted me to wear my green underwear, and I wanted to wear blue underwear," He turned to Ponyboy "You know! The ones with the pink flowers that you wanted to borrow last week!"
That just scared the hell out of everyone.
"Why was he picking out your underwear?" Dally was the only one with the courage (stupidity) to ask.
"Well D-uh! Hullo! He has the fashion sense of our group. Or at least of the two of us." He added so as not to offend any of the other greasers.
This was the exact opposite of what Ponyboy was thinking. He thought of Steve had the fashion sense of a box of macaroni and cheese. 'I mean really!' Ponyboy thought 'had soda seen the outfit Steve had worn to their house? The colors had been so off and didn't he realize that white leisure suits were so out! Wait…he didn't want to be having these strange thoughts. He pretended he had never thought that…he seemed to be getting very good at that. He swore he would never ever speak of it.
"Johnny! I just had thoughts about fashion errors made by a member of the gang!" At least Johnny didn't know who he meant. Ponyboy never had been good at keeping secrets for less than 10 minutes…if he got past that 10 minute mark he was in the clear…but those hellish 10 first minutes…oh he shudders to think.
"Just take deep breaths Pony…Hey wait, were you talking about Steve's leisure suit?"
"Yeah…"
"Damn that thing was so out four weeks ago."
"I know! What was he thinking?"
"I almost DIED when I saw it! Haha, I can't believe he wore that."
"I know! I'd never be caught dead…" Ponyboy thought for a moment. "NO JOHNNY! It's happening again!" He started freaking out.
"It's ok Pony, just take deep breaths and count sheep." Johnny tried to sound relaxing. After all, that's what he did when his parents got angry with him.
"Um…ok?" Pony turned back to the others who were now discussing what conditioner they used, much to Dally's dismay.
"…It makes my hair shine!" Soda was explaining to Terry.
"Well mine makes it sexily smooth."
"DAMN! That's some bad-ass condish!" Soda said feeling Terry's hair and vise-versa. Dally merely shuddered.
"I want ice cream!" Johnny began crying even though he never seemed to cry unless he was being beat up by a certain Soc with rings on his fingers, but that story has absolutely nothing to do with this.
Since Johnny was the pet of the gang they all began walking to the ice cream shop, but suddenly it was time for yet another distraction.
The guys heard screaming, and they saw a girl with shiner hair than Sodas, a seemingly tougher exterior/attitude than Dally, and a kinder more abused heart than Johnny's. She was fighting seven huge Soc's for no reason…except the one she told them after the Soc's ran away…
:D Hope you guys enjoyed. I have I think up to seven chapters written.
