I know I said Ponyboy next but I lied. It's Darry. Thankyou everyone for reviews. I'll respond to them in the next chapter. Thankyou all, please review.
The day in the life of Darry Curtis
Darry walked out, slamming the door behind him. No one would follow. No one would care. No one understood. No one sided with him. No one realised how hard it was for him to not go to college. No one realised how hard it was to bring up two teenagers when he was still getting over the death of his parents.
All Darry wanted was for Ponyboy to have a good life, a good future. He wanted him to make something of himself, to stick in at school and do something with his life. Anything wrong with that?
Hours past and midnight arrived with a cold air. He walked down the road, kicking a stone as he did. He would only stay out a night, give them a little worry then come back the day later. Completely irresponsible of him but it was worth it. Worth it in the respect that he may get some respect.
Darry turned a left towards some houses. He was heading to Kirsten's, his girlfriend. He needed time to cool down.
After about a ten-minute walk, he had arrived at the large house. Kirsten, unlike Darry, actually had money. Her mother was a lawyer and her father was an accountant. She lived in-between the East and the West side of Tulsa. But she wasn't a Soc, she had been brought up as a Greaser – her father was a Greaser when he was juvenile.
Darry walked up the steps towards the front door, he heaved a sigh of relief because small droplets of rain began to fall from the sky; he had made it in time.
As he stood on the porch he could see a bright light peering through and the noise of the radio. He rang the doorbell many times out of anger and frustration.
"Alright, alright. One second, I'm comin'!" the familiar voice of his girlfriend rang through the house.
"Hurry up, it's cold out here." Darry stated. He shivered in the cold air and waited patiently for the door to open.
About thirty seconds later, a shadow could be seen moving towards the entrance and the door was opened.
"Jesus Darry, what are ya doin' here this time? Where's Pony 'n' Soda?" Kirsten asked. Darry, for the first time, realised how late it actually was. Kirsten's dark hair fell slightly past her shoulders and her green eyes were wide with surprise.
"I, err, I walked out…" Darry trailed…
"YOU DID WHAT?" Kirsten yelled, "Do you not know how irresponsible that is? They could get put in boy's homes. And you, you could get… Jesus Darry, I can't believe you!"
"Yea, quit the lecture already. Ya don' think I know all this?" Kirsten gave him disapproving look, Darry sighed. "Listen, I'll explain, just let me in first!"
"Come in, come in." She opened the door wide. He walked past her and into the cream coloured living room. It was large and she had big leather sofa's.
"Where's ya parents tonight?" Darry asked her as he sat on the brown sofa. It was comfy.
"They're out at some 'luxurious' hotel, wont be back 'till tomorrow or summit!" Kirsten replied. She walked into the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of soda. "So ya gonna tell me what's goin' on?"
"They neva listen to me, Soda always sides with Pony, an' all I wanna do is have him have the life I couldn't have. I'm sick of it all, I try an' stay strong for em but they just throw it back in my face." He moaned.
Kirsten handed him a bottle and sat down beside him. She stroked his hair gently.
"Aww, Dar. I know it'll be hard but they do love ya really. They're teens, they don't understand how hard it is for you. You're their guardian, like their parent, it only makes sense that they side together."
"But they wont even try to understand, I mean Sodapop might do… but… but Ponyboy, he doesn't even care. I'm like the odd one out, the outsider of us all. I sometimes think, why? Why am I doin' this for em if they don' care? Why do I bother? I coulda just gone to college and I could be big and they could be in a boys home, but I stuck about. I ruined my future to secure them a future and I sometimes wonder, what's the point?"
Darry put his head between his hands and began silently sobbing. Kirsten gave him a tight hug.
"Darry, it'll be okay, it'll be fine, you'll see."
"I'm stayin' here tonight and then I'll go back tomorrow. God, I wont have a house left. It'll be blown up!" Darry cried.
"Hey, what makes you think I'm lettin' ya stay here?" Kirsten teased.
Darry jumped up and down, crying like a child, "FINE, FINE, FINE, FINE. I'LL LIVE ON THE STREET!"
Kirsten hid her muffled laughter and tried to calm him down. "Hot-shot, don't worry. You can stay here tonight… only if you ring the boys to tell them that you're only here tonight and that you're only here to calm down and that you love them… dearly!"
Darry lay on the cream carpet. Although it was a nasty moment, Kirsten couldn't help but laugh a little. He looked so helpless, so childish.
"Okay, okay. GIVE ME YOUR PHONE!" He shouted.
"Gitto, don't cry on the phone. Here you go!" Kirsten handed Darry the phone.
He dialled the familiar number and waited patiently for some one to answer.
Ring, ring.
Ring, ring.
"Hello." A voice sounded, the male voice was joyful and playful --- not what Darry wanted to hear.
"Who, who is this?" Darry bellowed.
"It's Steve, this Darry?" The boy asked. Darry felt like his oxygen was being stopped, what was guests doing there? It was his house. They should be crying, not having parties.
"Yes it is. What are you doing answering my phone, at my house, in my land?" Darry asked, agasped by his appearance – although Steve was often there.
"I'm stayin' tonight. Soda said I could." Steve paused. "Hey, Darry, are you okay? Soda told me what happened."
"What? Why? What's he getting at?" Darry panicked, had Soda told everyone? The Soc's? The police?
"Nothin'… Man, are you okay?"
"Of course I am, why wouldn't I be?" Darry asked quickly.
"I, erm… Darry, you're freakin' me out here." Steve replied, unsure if he should.
"Tell MY BROTHERS, Sodapop AND Ponyboy that I'm at Kirsten's. Don't worry – I'm doing well. I'll be back tomorrow, I want the house spotless and we'll talk tomorrow." Darry thought if that was all. "Oh and tell them that… I… love… them... dearly!"
"Okay, I've wrote it all down. That was a good plan getting that paper and pen next to the phone." Steve commented.
"Yes well, it was MY idea!" Darry arrogantly muttered. "Oi, Stevey-poo-"
"What? Why? Darry, are you on drugs?" Steve asked slightly taken-aback.
"Oi, Stevey-poo, don't you go ruling my house. I don't want your belongings being moved into MY room. No drugs, no smoking, no sex, no foreplay, and no parties in MY HOUSE!" Darry stated roughly. Kirsten gave him a confused look as if to tell him to get off the phone.
"Aww, that ruins my whole night plan. First I was planning on movin' in your room, then getting ripped. After that I was plannin' on havin' a tab, then sex --- in your room, then 'foreplay' as you put it. Damn Darry, you ruined it all!" Steve said sarcastically.
"WHAT? YOU BETTER NOT! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Darry screamed. Kirsten ran over and got the phone off him.
"Steve, it's Kirsten. Ignore Darry, he's a bit off at the minute. You guys have fun, Darry's staying here tonight, he'll be back in the mornin'. I'll see you later."
"Yeah okay, bye." He hung up.
Darry lay on his back, panting. "How dare, how… I don't believ… ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Darry, he was jokin'. Go to bed, please!" Kirsten demanded. He obeyed. He walked up the stairs and into Kirsten's room.
"Jesus Christ…" Kirsten muttered.
"Hey, Kirsten? Are you leaving me?" He shouted from above.
"No Darry, I'm comin'!" She stood up and walked up the stairs.
"I am just an outsider…" Darry muttered to himself.