BABYSITTING
CHAPTER 1 – HOME
SODA'S POV
I walked in the house, took off my shoes and threw my jacket at the couch, and, of course, missed again. My aim ain't that great.
I felt like some chocolate milk so I walked into the kitchen and got some. I explain things quite well, don't I?
I looked around for Darry and Ponyboy, but found no one.
"Must not be home yet," I said to myself.
Just then, my stomach growled at me. It was this really annoying noise too. It was like 'Grrughrr…"
"You're hungry again? I just fed you! I ate that burger, remember?" I asked.
It's kinda pointless talking to a growling stomach, but its fun. The only answer you'll get back is 'Grrughrr!" Believe me. It happened to me a bunch of times.
"Hey Soda," Ponyboy said as he walked in the house followed by Darry.
"Hey Pepsi-cola," Darry said. "Who were you talking to?"
"Uh… my stomach," I answered.
Darry raised an eyebrow and gave me a strange look. "Your stomach?" he asked.
"Well there's no one else here to talk to," I said, defensively. "Plus, my stomach was growling at me!"
"Aww, poor Sodypop," Ponyboy said. "Who talks their stomach anyway?"
"I do! Don't you have homework?" I asked.
"Nope, weekend," Ponyboy answered, grinning one of those cheesy grins of his.
I gave him a cheesy grin back, and the rest of the gang walks into the house. No surprise.
Of course they stay for a few hours and Dally, Two-Bit and Steve head on home. Johnny stays here on weekends, so… yeah.
"Where do you want to sleep Johnny?" Darry asked.
"I'll stay on the couch," he said.
"Okay. See ya tomorrow," Darry said, and walked to his bedroom.
Pony and I said good night to Johnny and went to our bedroom to have ourselves a good night's sleep as well.
Little did I know about what was going to happen in the morning...
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