Hard Life Chapter Four, an outsiders fanfic

1Sorry for the lack of updates! Thanks to those that reviewed.

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Sodapop jumped off the couch and ran to the table. Mr. Curtis gave me a look that was screaming "we'll talk later". I swallowed hard. "What's for dinner, Mom?" Soda asked Mrs. Curtis excitedly. I sat down quietly. I wasn't so hungry anymore.

"Pork, and go wash your hands, you two." I followed Soda to the kitchen sink and squirted pink dish soap on my hands. Me and Soda had a quick water fight and ran back to the table. Darry was telling his parents about some school thing or something. We sat down and started to serve ourselves. I reached across Darry for a roll.

"...And they win all the time–all the time. It's great. Only eighth graders can be on the team, so I can finally try out. Whatdya say? Can I do it? Please?"

"Yeah, Mom. Can he do it? Please?" Soda grinned at Darry.

"If you'll stick with it, then yes." Mrs. Curtis said. Her and Soda's dad smiled at each other.

"Yes!" Darry smiled and went back to eating.

"Yes!" Soda copied Darry's every move.

"Aw, come on, Sodapop. Don't copy me."

"Aw, Come on, Sodapop. Don't copy me."

"Quit it, Soda!"

"You're being a baby."

"Dad, make him stop!"

"Sodapop, stop copying your brother."

"Now you're copying me?"

"Sodapop Patrick Curtis!"

"Grow up, Soda."

Mrs. Curtis just shook her head, but I could tell she was smiling. "That's alright, Sodapop. You go ahead and copy all you want." Soda beamed and Darry's mouth dropped open. I smirked. I knew what Mrs. Curtis was up to. "I'm sure you don't mind not having your chocolate cake for desert. You see, I've got enough for the family, and I didn't make any for the second Darry." It was Soda's turn to drop his jaw. Chocolate cake was his all-time favorite, and he could never pass up the opportunity to have some. I bit my lip to keep from smiling, so's Soda wouldn't think I was laughing at him, which I was. Mrs. Curtis shrugged and started clearing the plates. Sodapop was torn, I could tell. Everyone was trying not to laugh. Just as Mrs. Curtis was going into the kitchen, Soda sprang up.

"I changed my mind! I ain't Darry no more, Mom! Really! I'm Sodapop, see?" He jumped up and down, eyes wide. We were all laughing by then. Darry reached out and messed up Soda's hair.

"It's okay, little buddy. I'll share with you." Soda practically jumped him. And that's what we did all night. We laugh, and we played, and we even sang a little. I never used to know families could be so happy before, until I met Sodapop. I couldn't help but to be jealous of him, but I'm like a regular part of the family now, anyway, and I ain't never been happier.

Wow, I haven't updated this in FOREVER! Well, school called. You know I live for reviews...