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Wednesday (same night)- 10:14 PM

Sighing, I sat up from the bed. Ponyboy, of course, was scribbling like crazy at the desk. Rubbing the back of my head, I stood up and stretched my arms.

"Hey Pony, better get ready for bed soon."

He didn't say anything, but I think I heard a grunt or something. Shrugging, I went out of our room and stepped into the living room.

"What's he up to now?"

Darry, sitting in the armchair with a newspaper folded in his lap, asked, looking over once I walked in.

"Doing his homework like the good little boy he is." I replied, waving my hand to the side carelessly.

He chuckled, then looked towards the floor. I saw that good ol' Two-Bit was still hanging around.

He slowly turned his gaze from the television set and stared back at us. "What?"

Darry tipped his head at him. "You planning on leaving anytime soon? It's late."

"Aww, don't talk like that to me. I ain't one you Curtis's." Sighing, he stood up, making a big deal of brushing off his pants. "But if ya want me to leave so bad, I guess I'll go."

Laughing, I tackled him, wringing an arm around his neck. "Yeah, get outta here, ya grease."

He mockingly puffed his chest, patting it. "You talkin' to me? Huh?" Suddenly, he ducked and grabbed me 'round the legs, causing me to fall back onto the couch.

Of course, not one to let such an assault go without revenge, I pulled him down with me, twisting over so I ended up sitting on him.

Darry, obviously annoyed, threw his newspaper at my head. "Cut it out, you're disturbing other people in this house."

"Yeah man, I can't breathe. Maybe about time you went a diet or something?" I barely heard Two-Bit mumble, with his face shoved into the cushion and all.

I jokingly gasped, acting as if he just slapped me. "Oh, so now I'm fat, huh!" I grabbed his head and pressed it further into the cushion, enjoying the sound of his struggle.

Apparently, Darry thought I was killing him (probably was, but you know I wouldn't do such a thing on purpose), grabbed me 'round the waist and hoisted me in the air. Then stepping back, he let go, allowing me to fall onto the floor HARD.

"Oww! You gotta be so rough there, Superman?" I complained, rubbing my bottom.

Two-Bit sat up, gasping for breath. "I'm still alive. Praise the Lord!"

"Aww, can it and get out." Darry said, picking up the newspaper and swatting at him.

"Yeah, yeah, I know when I'm not wanted." Two-Bit replied, grinning. "I'll catch y'all tomorrow." He made a mocking gun shot with his fingers, and disappeared out the door.

"And you, grab Pony, clean up and get in bed." Darry told me, smacking me in the head with the paper once more, before dropping it on the armchair. He walked into his own room and shut the door.

"Yeah, yeah." I stood up, trying to brush back my now-messy hair. "Gheez, everyone's against me." Turning around, I headed into the bedroom and came across an amusing site.

Poor Pony fell asleep at his desk, with his pencil still standing in one hand, and the other arm resting across the top of his head. Papers were scattered all over the desk. I really don't know how he keeps anything in order.

Walking over, I poked him in the side. "C'mon Pony, time for bed."

He mumbled something while pushing himself away from the desk and stumbled into bed as if he hasn't slept in weeks.

"Hey, c'mon Pony, you still gotta brush your teeth." I poked him again, but no response. "Pony? You okay, honey?"

He still didn't say anything, but merely shifted over onto his side.

"All right, you win. Don't tell Darry that we skipped clean up though." Taking off my shoes and shirt, I climbed into bed with Pony.

Light snores were all I received back. Chuckling, I pulled the blanket over the both of us. Throwing an arm across his chest, I pulled him into a comfy snuggle. Then darkness came and dream world arrived.