Back! – FS77

The little tykes arrived at the table and Soda and Steve sat down. Dally sat beside them watching everything around him. He remembered when he met them…

Flashback

I ran down New York's streets. The cops were after me. I ran into a side alley waiting for them to go by.

"Freakin cops." I muttered. The idiots walked right by and I smirked. I went out and was about to leave the enclosure when the jerks spotted me again.

"Great." I muttered. I kept runnin, listenin to them yellin stuff like: "Son, you are under arrest!" "Slow down kid!"

I didn't listen to them. I hightailed it all the way to the ends of NY. There a family was putting stuff away in their car. They looked like tourists or something.

I ran towards them. There was an 8 year old and a couple 6 year olds. "C-can I- hel-p you?" I asked as polite as I could. Maybe the cops wouldn't notice me behind all that stuff.

"Sure." Said a man with auburn hair. The woman smiled at me and I smiled back.

I helped them load their stuff into this old car.

"Thanks son." said the man. "Say you're a nice boy." He said. "I could use a helper like you back home."

"Home." I thought. "Where's that?"

"Good ol' Tulsa, Oklahoma." He said.

I nodded, putting the last few things in the car. "Maybe I'll go there someday." I said.

"We'll be waiting!" said this little kid with a grin.

"C'mon Soda." said a tall boy. Darry, I soon figured out.

"Well look us up." Said the man shaking my hand. "Mr. Curtis and Mrs. Curtis." "That's Sodapop, Darry and Ponyboy."

I stopped a snigger at all the names. "Ok, I will." They piled into the car and drove off.

End Flashback

Dally smiled. Then he met the rest of the gang. They were pretty amazed by all his police stories and he quickly racked up a record with the Tulsa police.

"Watch'a thinkin bout Dally?" asked Johnny. Peanut butter had gotten on his nose and cheek.

Dally smiled leaning forward and wiping it off. "Nuthin." He said.

Johnny shrugged getting down. "Ok." He said.

Steve and Soda were seeing who could drink the most milk without exploding.

Soda was on his 6th glass and Steve was on his 8th. Steve was a tiny bit bigger than Soda so he had an advantage.

"No fair." Soda gasped wiping milk from his face.

"It ain't my fault you're so small." Said Steve shrugging.

"I'll show you small." Said Soda. He tackled Steve and the two rolled around on the ground.

Johnny shook his head and Mrs. Curtis smiled. "Boys will be boys." She chirped.