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Chapter Three: Love & Hate… And Dislike

When we arrived at home, Darry had dinner made, and they were all just sitting down to eat.

"I saved you two a seat!" Soda said to Pony and me. We sat down on either side of him as Darry put plates of food in front of us.

"Thanks Darry, it looks great!" I said and smiled warmly at him.

"Well, at least someone appreciates me," He said, kissing me on the cheek.

Soda, Pony and I were taking up one side of the table, Steve, Two-Bit and Johnny were on the other side, Dally was at the end and Darry was at the other end. I picked up my fork and took a glance at Dally. He narrowed his eyes at me.

I glared right back at him.

"So, Dallas, slept with any girls and never called them back lately?" I asked coolly while taking a bite of salad.

"Yeah, all your friends," He said just as calmly.

Everyone at the table was looking at us.

"How wonderful. Speaking of friends, you got any yet?" I asked, using a voice like one would use in a pleasant conversation with a friend.

"Why yes, more than you'll ever have," He said, using the same voice I was.

I glared heatedly and opened my mouth to say something smart, but my twin knew that look all too well and cut me off before I got sassy.

"So how was everyone's day?" Soda asked the table.

"Oh it was great, Johnny, Pony, Two-Bit and I were having a great time, then Dallas showed up and it all went downhill from there," I said. Soda sighed. I grinned devilishly at Ponyboy. I knew he didn't like Dally as well as the rest of the gang did.

"Oh yeah, and it just made my day when I saw you too," Dally said sarcastically.

"Alright you two, that's enough, or I'll kick you both out of the house you hear?" Darry said. I and Dallas stopped after that. At least for that night.

The next day, Ponyboy and I were alone again while Soda, Darry and Steve went to work. I couldn't care less where Dally was, and Two-Bit had taken Johnny over to the Dingo for lunch.

Ponyboy and I were sitting on the couch being bored, so Pony picked up the phone.

"Who are you calling?" I asked.

"Janine… see if she wants to come over," Ponyboy said and took the phone into the kitchen. I sighed and continued watching TV.

About 10 minutes later, Ponyboy hung up the phone and asked me to come with him to pick up Janine so he wouldn't be walking alone. So, I put on my leather jacket and walked out the door with Ponyboy.

We arrived at Janine's house and knocked on the door. She answered and stepped outside with a plaid sweater on.

"Hi Ponyboy, hey Sunshine," She said and closed the door.

"Hey Janine," Pony said.

"Hi Janine," I said and led the way back home, with Pony and Janine behind me holding hands.

When we finally got back home, Ponyboy and Janine went straight to making out on the couch, which disgusted me, so I went into mine, Soda and Pony's room. I went through the bookshelf and found one I hadn't read; Gone With The Wind.

I looked in the cover and saw Ponyboy's name in it. I shrugged and took it over to my bed and flopped down on my back, and started to read.

After a while, I had too many things on my mind to concentrate on the book so I put it down and thought.

I had these three brothers, the greatest brothers in the world, and I loved them. I had an enemy, and annoying, cocky, jerk of an enemy, and I hated him. Ponyboy had a girlfriend, and I got the feeling she didn't really like him, she just was using him to make out. That's all the ever did. Even though she was nice to me at the movies, I disliked her.

I thought about Dally again. God, I hated him. But, if I really hated him, then why did I spend so much time thinking about him? Was Ponyboy right? About the whole hidden feelings thing? I shook my head. Impossible. I hoped.

I thought about Ponyboy and Janine again. I kinda hoped Darry or Soda or someone would catch them making out. I didn't have to hope for much longer, because I looked at the clock and noticed it was time for Darry and Soda to get home from work.

I heard the front door open, Janine gasp, Ponyboy mumble something along the lines of "oh crap," and then Darry yelled,

"Ponyboy!" I laughed to myself as I laid on my back on my bed, listening to the proceedings. I didn't like it when Darry yelled at Pony, or when any of my brothers fought, but this time Pony had it coming.

I slowly crept out of my room, down the hall, and into the living room.

"Oh, Hi Darry, Hello Sodapop," I said innocently, like I didn't know what was going on.

"Hello Sunny. Janine, I think you should leave, I need to talk to Ponyboy," Darry said and Janine curtly got up and left.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Ponyboy was just making out with Janine!" Soda said, clearly amused.

"Pony, don't ever let me catch you doing that again, and especially not on the living room couch for God sakes! Anyone could have come in!" Darry said.

"Aw, come on Darry, ease up a little," I said.

Darry looked at me, then back at Ponyboy.

"Fine, but remember what I just said," Darry said, and then went off to his room to change.

Ponyboy sat on the couch looking dazed.

Soda laughed and walked over to me, innocently standing there. He threw his arm over my shoulders.

"You knew, didn't you?" He asked me.

"Me? No!" I said, trying to look offended. Soda cocked an eyebrow at me. I ginned. "Yeah!" I said and giggled. I put my arm around Soda's waist and looked him in the eye. Together we both said,

"No… yeah!" And we both laughed harder. Pony looked at us like we were crazy.

"Twins… I'll never understand you guys," He said and stalked off to the kitchen.

Soda and I sat on the couch, still laughing. Darry came out soon after, changed into jeans and a black t-shirt. Me and soda were still in a silly mood. Darry came out and stood beside the couch and looked at us. He just looked so tough and serious, I burst out laughing.

Soda laughed too.

"I'm not even gonna ask what you two were laughing about before and what you're laughing at now," Darry said and went to go make dinner.

"Darry wait!" I said and leapt over the back of the couch, falling on my ass. I giggled and got up.

"Darry, me and Soda will make dinner," I said, pushing Darry back out of the kitchen.

"Come on Sodapop!" I called my twin brother.

"Alright, but if anything's burnt, undercooked, or coloured a different colour than food should be, you're both getting it you hear?" Darry said as we walked out to the kitchen.

We were in the middle of making salad when I heard Darry yell,

"Sunny, did you spill coffee on the floor out here?" I had indeed spilled coffee on the floor out there.

"No," I said. Then I looked at Soda.

"Yeah!" We both said again and burst out laughing.

Then we continued making dinner.

Soda and I were just plain mentally insane sometimes. Soda and I get drunk off of just plain living, as Ponyboy says it. Although, a little alcohol doesn't hurt!

Finally when we were done making dinner, we all sat down to eat, talking and laughing about our day, making jokes. I loved all the gang, but today it was just me and my brothers and it was nice.

I enjoyed the rest of the night, surprised by lack of visitors.

That night, being the nice sister that I am, gave Ponyboy my bed, and let Soda have their bed all to themselves, and I slept on the couch.

Well, it was about the middle of the night when someone came in. Someone was always coming in, even if it was the middle of the night, because we leave our door open in case someone needs a place to stay. I looked up and saw a dark, shadowy figure come through the door. But I recognized who it was. It was Dally.

I quickly put my head back down on my pillow and pretended to sleep.

Dally walked over to the other couch and laid down on it, using his brown leather jacket as a blanket.

"Hey, Sunny, you awake?" He whispered, seeing through my bluff. Why was he using such a civil tone with me?

"Yeah…" I whispered back cautiously.

"Good… I'm sorry…" He muttered.

He was sorry? Dallas Winston was apologizing? To me? He must be drunk, I thought.

"What?" I asked.

"I'm sorry… and no, I ain't drunk, just accept my apology alright?" He said and fell asleep. I was puzzled, but I fell asleep too.

(A/N: Sorry if this was kinda short. I think the next one will be longer. Please review!)