Mwhaha, thank you for all of your kind reviews! I feel the impatience burning off of you guys... INTO MY FACE! AHH, IT BURNS!
I'd like to thank JessH89 (whatever that means) for finally making me get off my butt and to start writing for a bit again! So thank you Jess!
Now, last time, Soda encountered... a sleeping Pony! Again! But not anymore! Soda will finally take action on his day off! What will he do? Read and find out!
And I apologize for a mistake I made. I said the day was Friday but Steve and Soda were discussing plans for Sunday, not Saturday (the next day)! Just so you know, they meant Saturday... which is the day for this chapter!
I was standing on a path but ahead of me was absolute and utter darkness.
Next to me was Ponyboy, but he was completely silent.
Suddenly, he ran forward, quickly disappearing out of sight.
I called his name, but nothing came out.
It was like I lost my voice.
Saturday morning- 8:59 AM
Squeezing my eyes closed tightly, I draped an arm over my face to block out that annoying sun. Stupid sun. Why does it bothers us so early in the morning. Especially on my day off...
Opening my eyes, I quickly flopped over to look at my bedmate. See that he was still sleeping, I sighed with relief. Now was the time to capture him into my grasp and never letting him go all day!
First... I might as well wait until he wakes up on his own... with some help.
Sliding an arm underneath his own, I tapped against his sides, a well-known weak point. His body twitched and I could also see his face scrunching up. Again, I lightly pressed my fingertips along his side, below his ribs or whatever those bones were.
He made some kind of weird noise and was trying to push my hand away.
But I will not be defeated so easily.
Slowly, I sat up, crawling over top my brother's body. Sitting down so I both straddled and held him down, I placed a hand on each side, torturing him oh so painfully.
He gasped, eyes wide-open and staring into my own. Clamping his mouth shut and grabbing onto my hands, Pony started wiggling his body around like crazy. I saw him taking a deep breath, pausing... then throwing himself against me.
Of course, me having no sense of steady-ness... or balance, Darry calls it, I immediately fell over, off the bed with Pony on top. Groaning when my head hit the ground, I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, then reopened them only to find myself staring at a mischievous-looking grin.
Gulping, I chuckled. "H-Hey Pony, c'mon, I was just teasing ya."
Suddenly, his hands felt like they were all over my sides and stomach at once. Gasping, I put up quite a struggle, trying to hold in my laughter because if I were to let it out, then that would mean ultimate defeat.
And I won't lose.
Grabbing his hands by the wrists, I yanked him to the side, causing him to slide off of me. Using this as my chance, I flew back on top of him, doing a hand battle with that beloved younger brother of mine.
Mwhahahaha, I will win this.
That is, if somebody didn't just tackle me from behind, causing me to fall off of Pony and on to scraggy carpeted floor. My breath was caught in my throat as I felt the pressure laying on me getting heavier by the second. Opening my eyes, I saw an impressively long sideburn... and then a snotty smirk close by.
"Two-Bit... you ass..." I mumbled, sucking in some air as he picked him up off of my poor, fragile body.
"Haha, ya better watch that filthy mouth of yer's Curtis. The only sane one left might catch on to yer naughtiness." He said, chuckling, waggling a finger in my face. God, how I wanted to shave off of those sideburns and stomp on the hairs.
"Like ya should be talkin' 'bout my mouth when nobody gots a dirtier mouth than you except fer Dal' and them Shepard kids." I shot back, looking around the room for Ponyboy, who just seemed to magically disappear... or just walked out of the room.
"Hahaha, I can tell yer just jealous of me."
Groaning, I shoved my hands against his chest, forcing him off of me. "What are ya doin' here anyways?"
"Superman told me to baby-sit you Curtis brats." He explained, shrugging his shoulders.
I waited for the punch line.
He stared back at me, creating a shocked look. "What! Ya don't believe me? How could ya do that to one of yer bestest friends, huh!"
"Maybe that's what Darry said... but not what he meant, hmm?" I smirked, giving him a sly look... well, Pony said I 'had a 'sly' look about me when I was making an intelligent remark'... or something like that. Pony's too smart for me to handle.
"Hardy har har... I ain't puttin' up this kind of talk from you. Just wait 'til Daddy hears 'bout this. Yer gonna get a spankin'."
"I'm sure. Now, if ya don't mind, and I'm sure ya really don't, I need to get ready fer today." Standing up, I walked to the... rather messy closet.
"What, a date without me? Oh, I see how it is. Yer just tryin' to get of rid me, right? Well, guess what?"
I sighed. "What?"
"I'll go out on my own date, so hah!" Crossing his arms, he looked away. After a moment, Two-bit took a step forward. "So who's the girl?"
Pulling a slightly wrinkled shirt, inspecting it, I turned to make a glare. "Hmph, if ya must know, Pony and I are hangin' out together today."
Two-Bit put up a blank stare. "Really? 'Cause it looked like he had other plans, the way he was escapin' the room."
"Well, if SOMEONE didn't attack me from behind, we would be sittin' here and discussing it." Giving the guy on the floor an irritated look, I turned back around to hunt for a clean pair of jeans. I'm sure I have a pair in here somewhere...
I heard him shifting around and standing up when I turned to look at him again. He had an annoyed look. "What are ya bein' so pissy 'bout? Golly, I walk in here and ya start yappin' at me like one of those stupid poodle dog things."
I didn't say anything, but I did feel a bit guilty. He must think I'm acting really strange and Steve's the only one who knows what I'm doin' today. "I... I'm sorry. Its just that... I think there's something up with Pony lately." Glancing at the door, I lowered my voice, causing Two-Bit to lean closer. "And I just... want to spend some time with him to make sure he's okay."
He stared at me suspiciously, then cracked a grin. "Probably a girl or something. Hell, who knows how many kids he's got now with that face!" Laughing hysterically, he walked out of the room, slamming the door loudly just to get on my nerves.
I stared at the closed structure. "I wish I could say the same thing..."
Saturday morning- 10:23 AM
Somehow, and don't ask how because it was hard, I managed to drag Pony out of the house with me. Of course, he never said anything but stared at me like I was a loony the whole time.
Whatever. I have him in my clutches now, so there's no escape.
Chuckling madly and receiving some stares for something other than my looks, I stared at the diner menu in front of me. If you want to know, the first thing on my Super-Duper-List-of-Things-to-Do-with-Ponyboy-Today was to eat breakfast at a local diner.
Why? Because diners are cool and they make good food just the way I request it, haha.
Peeking over the edge of my paper menu, I took a good stare at my dining partner. He was reading through his own menu, with a, if I'm not mistaken, bored look.
Boredom equals bad. Pony cannot be bored. Because when he's bored... he daydreams, which results in him... not talking.
Coughing lightly, I placed the menu down on the table, I gave him one of my specially-reserved smiles for him, hoping to get some sort of reaction.
He just stared at me, blinking.
All right, new tactic. Clearing my throat, though I don't know why I do that considering I really never do clear my throat, I placed my chin against my propped up left hand. "Pony, whatcha gonna get?"
He kept staring, though less blinking.
"Hiya, what can I get you pretty boys today?"
Looking up at out intruder, I noticed that she was a quite a cute girl, complete with blond pigtails and small glasses. She wore the diner uniform, yet was wearing hot pants (shorts, for those who don't know) to show off her nicely toned legs.
Bitch.
She kept smiling at me and of course, I flashed her grin out of habit. Then, she blinked, finally taking notice of my beloved brother.
"Oh, Ponyboy, good to see you again. I take it yer havin' yer usual, right?"
He nodded, as if everything around was fine.
"Okay, a burger with fries and a glass of chocolate milk, right?"
He nodded again, smiling at me as if he just won some sort of contest.
Which he did, in a weird way. Well, I wasn't too thrilled with the discovery that Pony was, in fact, a regular at this diner. Curse it...
"And for you, sir?" She was grinning at me again, which, for once, was just plain annoying me.
"Same as him, thanks." I forced another smile, though I was obviously irritated. My creativity for food was gone, down the drain, far away.
"Okay, yer orders will be out in a bit so sit tight." She finally turned around to walk back to the kitchen or wherever servers go, I wouldn't know.
Sighing, I glanced up to look across the table, only to find Pony... gone. Great, he keeps disappearing on me.
Maybe I should find out how he does that so I can escape from the boss-jerk at work. Heh heh, he would walk outside the station, demanding that another car to be fixed, only to find me... gone!
But then that would leave Steve with all the work. Ahh, I'll just teach him the trick too.
Shifting in my seat, I turned my head around to look for that brother of mine. And there he is, in front of the jukebox. I wonder what he's going to pick...?
When he sat down, I gave him a questioning look but he only shook his head and smiled. Sticking my tongue out at him, I leaned back to wait for the music to come on.
I didn't recognize it at first, but then quickly realized it was an Elvis hit. Looking over at him, he had his eyes closed, head slightly swaying to the beat. Grinning, I did the same.
Of course, by the time the song ended, the food arrived. I must be having bad luck today or something. Another thing that must be noted is that Pony doesn't like to talk during mealtime.
I suppose it came from arguing with Darry so much at dinnertime, so he must've decided to just clam up while eating.
This is going to be harder than I thought.
END! OMG, I'm seriously dragging this out so badly, huh? Don't kill me! Yes, it is still a light-hearted kind of flow right now, but wouldn't you rather read something that was carefully dragged out to its fullest potential... if I even have any potential, that is... oh well, hope you enjoyed and please review. They inspire me greatly.