Reham: Woot! Another BETTER chapter! I tried updating yesteday, but this damn website wouldn't let me!
Two-Bit: This is a GREAT chapter!
Steve: How would you know?
Two-Bit: You have underestimated me, my dear Stevie
Soda: You aren't good in English in any way! You've failed it!
Two-Bit: Me fail English? That's unpossible!
Darry: -shaking his head- That's extreme proof in that last sentence
Pony: And if you couldn't get it, then you should just stop living
Two-Bit: We get to beat up Dally in this chapter! WOOT!
Dally: -grabs Two-Bit by the front of his shirt- What did you say
Johnny: Run, Two-Bit, run! RUN!
Reham: Dallas Winston, you put Two-Bit down! AND the knife!
Johnny: Can you please wait while we try to contain Dally from slicing Two-Bit into fine cheese?
Soda: That's Swiss cheese! It's really good!
Pony: Oh please, if Reham owned us, she wouldn't do this to us
Darry: Hence the reason they have disclaimers!
Pony: That's what I just did!
Steve: Yeah right
Pony: You shut your mouth!
Steve: If you shut yours first!
Johnny: REVIEW!

:Snow Day:…

:Steve's PoV:

I had exchanged glances with Soda and the two of us dashed into the room Pony had just entered. If only Soda didn't have to sleep with him. He was 14 for cryin' out loud! Come on! He can handle his own nightmares. But I had to put up with it . . . for Soda's sake. If I had to share a room with Ponyboy, then I'd ignore him the best I could. I knew he'd do the same. The only thing we agreed on was our feelings for each other . . . and that was hatred. Pure, deep hatred.

"Let's put our things in our closets and skedaddle. I don't wanna stay in my room forever while we're here," said Soda. I nodded and opened my bag. I hadn't packed much because I didn't have much. I had four pairs of jeans which should last me the week. I had a single jacket, two sweatshirts, and three long-sleeved shirts that would also last for me. Instead of bringing my Chucks, I brought my worn black boots that I'd had for a while now. I just shoved everything in my closet pell-mell and turned around. Soda seemed to have done the same because when I turned around, he was standing right there, grinning like a Chessy.

"Hey Pon, wanna come? Stevie and me are gonna go play a game of poker with Two-Bit and Dally," said Soda.

Damn, I wish he hadn't said that. When Soda was turned around, I glared at Pony. He noticed my glare but decided that he could ignore it for once. Thankfully, he shook his head. "No thanks," he said in that innocent tone I despised so much. "I'm going to pack my things away and I'll be down in a few."

Wise move, kid. I wouldn't have wanted you along anyway. Soda shrugged and walked out the door, his grin still not fading. Sometimes that boy was too happy, but I followed him out of the room anyway. Two-Bit was already down there, sitting at the table with a deck in hand. There was no doubt that he had just thrown his clothes onto his bed and ran out of the room.

"You guys aren't going to do that all day, are you?" Darry asked from the stairs. He was a speedy cleaner that was for sure.

"Don't worry, Darry. When Johnny and Pony are finished, we'll be outside having a snow day," replied Two-Bit.

I knew what that snow day was going to involve, and I was looking forward to one event: the snowball fight. That was a chance that I could finally throw something at that little brat without getting in trouble. Maybe this vacation wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Alright, but wear heavy clothing. I don't want any of you sick for the entire vacation," he warned before heading out. I noticed that he was wearing bulk of his own and he was tying his boots.

"Where ya goin'?" I asked him before anyone else could.

"I'm goin' fishing with Dal. We're bringing back the dinner," he replied. Then, to the room upstairs, he called, "Hurry up, Dal!"

Dally emerged in his fur-lined (fake fur – he didn't have that much money) leather jacket (once again – fake leather). "Hold your horses, Darry. I'm here, ain't I? And dinner's, like, four hours away," he replied. I grinned on the inside. That was good ol' Dally for you. He loved to do things at the last minute.

I shook my head and sat at the table. Two-Bit dealt the cards as I watched Darry and Dally leave with a bucket that had been present in the cabin already. When they shut the door behind them, two other doors opened in unison. Johnny and Pony came out and ran down the stairs.

"Come and join us, guys," said Two-Bit. "We'll play one round of poker and then go outside for some real fun."

"Who says poker ain't real fun?" I said to him as Johnny and Pony shrugged and took their seats. Two-Bit dealt them their hands and I looked at mine. Then I took my cigarette pack out of my pocket and put three cigarettes in the middle. I was definitely going to win this game.

15 minutes through the game, I put down my cards and said "Read 'em and weep" as I began gathering everything on the table that was put up for a bet; seven cigarettes, five pennies, a nickel, and a sticker of a car. I had placed down the top of them all – the royal flush. If I say I was going to win, then by all means, I was going to win.

"Ha!" Soda said while he placed his cards down. He'd gotten a royal flush as well.

"Hold up, hold up," said Two-Bit, placing his cards down. He had two queens. Johnny placed his cards down as well. He had one queen. That meant Soda had to be cheating. "One of you guys cheated. I know cards and there ain't five queens in a deck."

"I honestly didn't cheat," I said. That was the truth and it ain't nothin' but the truth. I looked at Soda and his grin only got wider. I pointed at him and said, "You always grin when you cheat, Sodapop!"

"Heck, I didn't cheat. I guess that means we're gonna have to share the dough. Cough it up, Stevie."

"Oh, I'm going to share something with you alright, but it won't be this dough." I ran upstairs to grab my jacket and then ran back downstairs. "You're going to get a lot more than this dough."

"Bring it on," said Soda, grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair. Two-Bit already had his jacket on, and so did Pony, and I don't think Johnny's ever taken his off. Soda ran after me as I dashed out the door. The snow was deep, but not so deep that we couldn't walk in it. I ran out and grabbed a handful of snow, immediately cushioning it between my hands to get it into a perfect ball. Before Soda had the chance to make his own, I sent mine hurling through the air to hit him squarely on the chest.

"Cease fire!" Two-Bit shouted, putting his hands up. "I suggest we make teams! I get Johnny and Pony, and you two can have each other!"

I exchanged glances with Soda and grinned. I mostly grinned because Soda was on my team. The other reason for the grin was because I wouldn't have Ponyboy on my back. This was going to be great.

"Deal!" I shouted back to him. "We each have five minutes to build up our bases and then when I give the signal, we'll start!"

Two-Bit nodded and he, Pony, and Johnny started building up the snow. Soda ran to me and began doing the same. We got the side near the woods and they got the side near the house. In three minutes, Soda and I were able to form a thick, tall wall that would protect us against any snowball. We spent the next two minutes making a great amount of snowballs. I didn't have a clue when five minutes would be over, so I just decided on instinct. From behind out wall, I lifted my hand up in the position of a gun and then pretended to pull the trigger. The war was on.

Soda and I started pelting them with our snowballs. We managed to break down their right wall when we finished our snowballs. Since I had a better throw than Soda and since Soda could make snowballs faster than me, he started making the snowballs and handing them to me.

An eruption of snow suddenly came to me and our left wall was down. In between shots, I tried rebuilding it, but it was impossible. We had their walls completely torn down. I started focusing most of my shots at Ponyboy when he started focusing his shots at me. Soda was back with me and he was shooting at Two-Bit and Johnny. They finally got our wall torn down completely. That was when I threw the ball in my hand at Pony and went charging forward to slam into Two-Bit, knocking him back into the snow. The wrestling matches were now on. Pony and Johnny were wrestling each other and Two-Bit tag-teamed Soda in when he'd had the wind knocked out of him and it was a wrestling match against me and Soda. It finally ended when I thrust Soda down and told him to beg for mercy. He finally gave in when I started hurting him.

"Alright, now that we're all cold and tired, who's up for making snowmen?" said Johnny.

"Who's up for making the biggest snowman?" suggested Two-Bit.

"How about we all work on a monstrous snowman to kill Darry and Dally with when they get back?" said Soda.

"I'm in," I said.

"Same here," said Two-Bit.

"Ditto," said Johnny.

"I guess," said Ponyboy.

"It's settled then. We'll all make a giant snowman and when Darry and Dally get back, we'll push it onto them . . . and then we'll run before Dally beats us to make juice."

I laughed at that and got up, brushing the snow off of me. That instantly became useless because the white clouds in the sky starting grouping together. Snow showered us like it was raining.

"Well ain't this great?" said Pony as he started rolling a ball of snow on the ground. If this snow was any good, it would keep sticking to the ball until it gathered so much that it was too big to roll.

After a while of rolling that baby around, it got too big for only Pony to handle, so Johnny joined in. Soda and I were busy working on the torso of the snowman. A few minutes after Johnny joined in, Two-Bit joined in. "Just roll it somewhere where we know Dally and Darry are gonna walk," I said as I pushed the torso with Soda.

When the other three firmly placed the bottom part of the snowman on the ground, Two-Bit helped Soda and me lift the torso up on top of it. While we were doing that, Johnny and Pony were readying the head.

"Now how are we gonna get that up there?" Soda asked. He put his hands on his hips and looked up at the towering headless snowman. It was taller than him by a foot. After a minute or two, he bent down and said, "Pony, get on my shoulders."

Pony looked confused and stared around at all of us. Dammit boy, just do what your brother says! I think he could hear my thoughts because he suddenly glared at me and hopped up onto Soda so that he was sitting on his shoulders. "Now Two-Bit, hand Pony that head," said Soda. Two-Bit did as he was told. Pony fumbled with the head and I was half-wishing that it would slip from his grasp and shatter on the ground, but he got it up on top anyway. Soda dropped Ponyboy into the snow and fell backwards into me. I grabbed him, but shoved him roughly forward so that he fell into the snowman, but not hard enough to topple it over, just hard enough for it to leave an imprint of his body in it. I laughed at that, and he grinned when he came out.

"How the hell are we supposed to get a giant carrot for the nose?" Two-Bit said as he leaned on the body of the snowman.

"We can stick you in there instead," I offered jokingly.

"We can use you as the scarf," he replied.

"Guys!" Soda said in a hushed voice. "No time to decorate! They're coming!"

I looked out from behind the snowman to see Darry and Dally coming out of the woods. They were talking to each other and amazingly, Dal was laughing. I don't know what happened in those woods, but they suddenly got a lot friendlier. Darry was carrying the same bucket he left with, and it was filled to the brim with some good looking fish.

Excitedly, we hid behind the snowman so that the two couldn't see us. "Okay, on three," I said in a whisper.

Darry and Dally stopped to look at the snowman that towered above them. Actually, it seemed to be only a few inches taller than Darry, but it could still take them down.

"One . . ."

"Looks like the boys had their snow day, alright," Dally was saying.

"Two . . ."

"I'm gonna go cook this fish for dinner," said Darry.

"Three!"

With that, Soda, Two-Bit, Johnny, Pony, and I pushed onto the body of the snowman, making it waver slightly and then go crashing forward. Unfortunately, Darry yelled "Jesus Christ!" and ran off before the snow could come crashing down on him, but Dally wasn't as lucky. The entire snowman fell onto him and buried him in several feet of snow so that we couldn't see a centimeter of his body. We were exposed and Darry could see us all laughing.

"You know you guys are going to be in so much trouble when Dally comes out of there," said Darry, looking both shocked and amused.

"Who's gonna let him out?" Two-Bit managed to say between chortles.

"I am, because he's already drenched in ice cold water from the river, so you guys had better run."

I hadn't noticed until now that Darry's clothes were soaking wet from the waist under. Oh shit, Dally was going to have our heads. We could all hear the muffling voice that came from the mound of snow, and I could make out a colorful string of curse words.

"Run. Now."

That was all of our cues. We took off running and went straight into the house. I was the first to make it into the room. Soda followed me closely after that, then the brat. Two-Bit and Johnny decided to take refuge in our room as well. When Johnny closed the door behind him, he locked it and made sure it was locked. "Just in case," he whispered before going to sit on my bed.

"How long do you think he's going to stay mad?" I asked while I took off my coat. The snow on it was melting and was causing it to become drenched. I hung it on a hanger in my closet, not caring the least.

"We'd better wait until Darry calls us for dinner. That way, we'll have Superman on our side," said Two-Bit.

"Shhh . . . do you hear that?" said Johnny. We all listened intently, not making a noise. The door to the cabin slammed open and there were heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. "Dallas, you're dripping all over the floor! Don't hurt them too bad!" Darry was saying. Great, Darry . . . you're not even going to try and stop him?

The footsteps got louder until they stopped. We thought Dally had finally gotten to his room, but we were wrong the second we heard thumping on our door. "Everyone get out of that room right now!" Dally growled from behind the door.

"You're not going to hurt us, are you?" asked Soda in an innocent tone. I bit my tongue to keep my face from laughing. The puppy dog eyes he was giving was hilarious, even if Dally couldn't see him.

"I'm not goin' to hurt ya . . . I'm just goin' to bash your heads in and then bury you outside . . . alive!" was the reply we got back.

"I'm going to wait until dinner," said Two-Bit.

"You guys do know I sleep in the same room with him, right?" said Johnny quietly. We laughed a little at that and I ruffled his hair, saying, "Poor Johnnycakes. But everyone knows he won't hurt ya! It's the rest of us he'll beat in."

Johnny smiled and I was happy to have made the kid crack a grin. He was too sad sometimes. Dally continued to pound on the door until Darry said, "Dallas, you're going to break that door and then you're going to have to pay for it!"

Dally grumbled a colorful rainbow of curses and then stomped off. We heard the door to his room open and then slam shut. I blew a sigh of relief, just to lighten up the mood. Actually, that was a real sigh of relief, because I wasn't all up for getting a beating on the first day of the vacation.

There was a softer knock on the door and I looked around at everyone. Soda nudged me forward and Two-Bit flung me at the door. "Bastard . . ." I mumbled before turning the key. I heard the lock click and then I turned the doorknob. Another sigh of relief came out of me when I saw Darry standing there.

"Get washed up, guys, and then get settled at the dinner table," he said. "Don't forget to change your clothes and put them outside to dry."

"Hey, can we lock Dally inside of the room for precaution?" asked Soda.

"No way, I have to get in there, too, you know," said Johnny. He left the room and I closed the door behind him. Dammit . . . Dally was going to get revenge on us. And everyone knew that Dally's revenge was a horrible thing.

Soda: You're making me scared
Two-Bit: Me too
Steve: Do we have to face Dally?
Reham: What're you guys chicken?
Johnny: Did you see what he did to Two-Bit in the first conversation we had?
Darry: Actually, no one saw it.
Pony: And no one wants to see it. If you do, be prepared to gouge your on eyeballs out
Steve: Then how come Two-Bit's talkin'?
Reham: It's a miracle, I guess. Dally can't really hurt anythin' too bad . . . he's got pillow hands
Dally: -punches Reham hard- I heard that. Still think i got pillow hands?
Reham: Point taken. I've decided NOT to post up the review replies here, 'cause I got word that it was "illegal" on fanfic, but I'd like to thank my reviewers of the last chapter:

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