Reham: Hey ya'll! I wanted to update sooner, but-
-The gang rolls their eyes-
Johnny:
Here comes the lame excuse
Reham: Yeah, the lame excuse is that my school started, and I had to get everything done with it, and then by the time I was ready, the next day, Fanfiction was offline for the whole day! So then the next day I fell asleep for 4 hours and I had to go shopping for supplies, so now I'm free today. Sorry for the long wait.
Dally: Sorry my ass
Pony: Is Dally going to beat us up?
Reham: Hopefully, no, just a little mention of it
Two-Bit: Unless . . .
Reham: Unless what?
Soda: Unless Dally got into your computer and changed the story!
Reham: Number one, Dally's not even smart enough to know how to turn on my laptop
Dally: Hey!
Reham: Second of all, he doesn't even know my password. And third, I highly doubt he's smart enough to read. Oh yeah, and his pillow hands make it difficult to type!
-the gang but Dally break down in laughter-
Steve: -stops laughing, looking at the situation-
RUN REHAM RUN!
Reham: -looks around to see Dally with a blender and a Tomohawk. Runs for her life- Dallas Winston, you put that blender down!
Dally: Make me, bitch!
Darry: Dally, is that the blender from my kitchen? I need that to make smoothies, you idiot!
And now, if someone was to look at the ongoing, they would see Steve, Pony, Soda, Two-Bit, and Johnny cracking up with laughter while Reham is being chased by Dally, who is being chased by Darry
The Gang:
She no own! She no own! Review!

:Pranks and Laughs:…

:Pony's PoV:

The snow day was excellent. I got the hits I wanted on Steve. If he wasn't such a pain in the ass, and if he didn't think of me as a tagalong, I would have been happy to call him a friend, but no – he had to do both. All of his ideas are stupid. Now we've got Dally on our tails and he's going to try and kill us, saying that it was an innocent murder.

Dinner that day was great. Darry talked about their adventure at the river. They said the water was so clear that you could drink from it. Dozens of fish sailed through the water and Darry even said that they'd seen a brown grizzly drinking from the river. We replied with our own stories about the snowball fight and the wrestling.

Right after dinner, I was so tired that I'd gone to sleep. It was morning now, and the sun was annoying me. I felt Soda's arm around my shoulder, so I carefully slid out from under it. He didn't stir and I felt relieved. Steve was on the bed besides Soda with the blankets wrapped around him like the string wrapped around the handle of a kite. I wish I could bind those blankets around him tighter . . . just enough to choke him. But I couldn't 'cause then Soda would be crying for hours on end.

I carefully creeped to my closet and opened it, hearing it creek. I looked back at Soda to see if he had stirred, but he hadn't. Good. I took out a shirt and put it on before slipping out of the door. Darry's bedroom door was open, but no one was in it. He must have gone hiking like he said he would. Two-Bit's door was closed and there was soft breathing in it, so he must have been asleep. The same went for Dally and Johnny. Shrugging, I decided that the rules in our house went for the rules in the cabin. I was about to make breakfast when I realized that it was already set up on the table. Oh yeah, Darry was the first one up.

"Pony, what are you doing up so early?" Soda asked me. He was walking towards the stairs and dragged his feet slowly down it.

"How early is it?" I asked as I dug into my eggs.

"I don't know, but it's pretty early if Steve didn't wake up yet. Darry went hiking – I heard him an hour ago. I'm gonna go take a shower . . . a nice, long shower . . ."

Yup, Soda was definitely out of it this time. The second he closed that door behind him, our bedroom door opened again. Steve came out, his eyes shifty and his movements sluggish. He spotted me down at the table and I heard him groan. Yes, that's right Steve, I'm eating breakfast. That's what I do every day.

He didn't say anything to me as he sat down at the table, but he shot me a dirty glare. I returned his glare with my own and then returned to my eggs. He collected some of the ready-made eggs onto a plate of his own and said, "Can you pass the chocolate milk?"

I smirked at this. There were milk cups set out for each of us. With Soda in the bathroom and the others upstairs sleeping (with the exception of Darry in the mountains), I would have a pretty good job of getting away with it. I picked up his glass and handed it to him, but right before he could take it, I accidentally let go, causing the glass to slip and fall forward so that the chocolate spilled all over the front of his shirt.

"You bastard!" he shouted, getting up immediately. He shot out from his chair so fast that it fell to the ground. "You did that on purpose!"

"It just slipped out of my hand!" I said innocently. He took off his shirt and threw it at me.

"You purposely tipped it over! You bastard!"

Okay, I didn't know he was going to get this angry over a little spill of milk . . . okay, maybe I did, but it was tempting to do. I threw his shirt off of me and stood up like he was standing.

"It was a little spill," I said, trying to control my anger.

"You want a little spill? I'll show you how little of a spill it was!" Swiftly, before I could do anything, he grabbed my chocolate milk from in front of me and poured it all over my head so that it flattened my hair and dripped off of its tips. He smiled triumphantly and said, "That's a little spill."

"You're just an asshole, you know that?" I said fiercely. Now his stupid antics were boiling my blood. "But since you need to cool down, why don't you just take some more milk?" I took another one of the gang's chocolate milk and threw it into his face, then set the cup down.

"That's IT!" he said, shouting the last word. He furiously ran around the table to get me and then tackled me to the floor. I groaned slightly when my back hit the wooden floor, but I struggled to get out from under him. He started hitting me on the face. I closed my eyes and tried to stop his fists, but he was angry . . . and when Steve gets angry, he's blinded with rage.

I flailed my arms and hit him on the bruise on his cheek. He yelped and stopped for a second, but then he went back to hitting me in every inch he could get.

"Holy shit!" I heard someone shout. Steve was suddenly pulled off of me and I was pulled up from the ground by someone from behind. I had been closing my eyes the whole time, so I hadn't noticed who had just come. I opened my eyes to see Steve being strangled by Dally and Two-Bit was holding me up.

"Okay, why is Steve shirtless and Pony . . . why are you covered in chocolate milk?" he asked me.

"More important, why the hell were you two rumbling over here? I can't believe Soda's in the shower now," said Dally. He was struggling to keep Steve in his grip because Steve was flailing and kicking and screaming obscenities at me. I smiled slightly, but then I felt pain coming from my cheek. I knew I probably had a bruise like Steve's there.

"The bastard over there spilled chocolate milk on me," spat Steve.

"I said it was an accident," I replied, just as cold.

"You damn well know that it wasn't an accident!" he screamed.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, so you guys are saying you got so worked up over some chocolate milk?" said Two-Bit. "You guys are going to need some ice for those bruises."

Soda decided that it was time to come out of the shower. He came out wrapped in nothing but a towel. When he looked at Two-Bit helping me up and Dally tightening his grip on Steve, he raised his eyebrows. "What happened?"

I walked to the table and sat down. Two-Bit went to the freezer and took two hand towels from their rack by the refrigerator. He put ice into each of them and handed me one and Steve one. Dally had let go of Steve and Steve was now glaring daggers at me. He took the towel from Two-Bit and put it on his bruise. I laughed inwardly when he grimaced from the pain.

"Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum over here got into a fight about spilt milk," said Two-Bit.

"It was nothing serious," I said, trying to get Soda to stay out of it. I didn't want him worrying over me.

"Nothing serious? You guys were on the ground trying to bash the other one's head in!" said Dally. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. I hadn't noticed that Johnny was in the room. He was sitting on the steps, watching with wide eyes.

"I'm sure they didn't mean nothing of it, right Pony? I'd get a little angry if someone spilled my milk," said Soda. "Just don't hit each other over it next time, okay?"

I nodded my head just to make Soda happy. Steve did the same. I knew I wouldn't try to kill Steve over some chocolate milk . . . I'd try and kill him over something else. Soda disappeared into our room for some clothes. I glared back at Steve, then put the ice pack down. I took an extra towel from the rack and began to clean up the table. I heard Two-Bit chuckle. That's right, Two-Bit, go ahead and laugh because if I don't clean up this mess, Darry's going to beat my head in.

"I'm goin' out," said Steve. He put the ice pack down and followed Soda's footsteps to the room. He later emerged with a sweatshirt on and his boots laced. In my mind, I couldn't help but think 'Good ridden'.

When I had finished cleaning up the milk on the table, Soda came out of his room. He was fully dressed and looked like he was getting ready to leave.

"You're leavin' too?" I asked as I put the dirty rag away.

"'Course I am! I'm goin' to meet Steve at the river. Tell Darry where I went when he gets back, okay?" He didn't even let me answer because he was out of the door in a second. I sighed and sat back down at the table. Fun vacation . . . yeah right . . .

And then another one of my crazy ideas popped into my head. Why don't we play pranks? All I needed was Two-Bit and we'd have the best pranks ever.

"Hey Two-Bit, you got time?" I asked from the table. He was on the couch with Dally and Johnny flipping through the channels.

"Yeah kid, I got all the time in the world," he replied.

"Good . . ."

XxXxXxX

I had gotten not only Two-Bit to join me, but also Dally and Johnny. Two-Bit was giddy and wanted to try every prank in the book. I had to say that I wanted the pranks pulled on both Steve and Soda so as not to arouse suspicion. Two-Bit told us what to do and Johnny, Dally, and I set everything up. All we had to do was wait until Soda and Steve to come back. To pass time, we played a game of poker.

Darry came back before Soda and Steve did. We had to guide him around all of the pranks we'd set up without actually telling him what we were up to. Darry looked so tired that he could fall asleep on the floor, so I led him to his room and shut the door on him so that he would be able to get some sleep. Just as I did that, the handle to the front door opened and in came Soda and Steve. Steve was in a better mood than before. They had dozens of sticks in their hands and they just set it all at the front door.

"What are the sticks for?" Dally asked, keeping cool.

"Carving," Soda replied simply.

We all eyed them as they went to their room. I knew Two-Bit was biting his tongue hard and he had to turn away so that Soda and Steve wouldn't see him stifling his laughter. The second Steve touched the doorknob, he pulled his hand back instantly. "Dumbasses!" he shouted from upstairs. Soda laughed at this and said, "Who put honey on the doorknob?"

"Two-Bit was eating a honey sandwich and he wanted something from my room," I started, "but he didn't wash his hands."

Steve muttered under his breath and turned the doorknob all the way. When he entered the room, it was priceless.

We had filled the bucket Dally and Darry had taken fishing with snow and placed it on top of the door of our room so that when someone would open the door, the snow would fall all over him. And Steve just happened to be that victim. The bucket landed directly on his head and trapped him in it, letting the snow fall over his body. Everyone but him (and Darry) was laughing their heads off. Steve let out a yell of fury and chucked the bucket off of his head. He launched it off of the stairs so that it barely missed Dally's head. "Bastards!" he yelled, his eyes filled with rage.

The snow was melting on him, drenching his sweatshirt. He turned around on his heels and stalked to the bathroom. Uh oh.

Darry came out saying, "What's going on?" before he heard another scream . . . yup, that was definitely Steve's. I guess he sat on the toilet seat . . . that we greased with my hair grease! Whoops . . . I hadn't meant for Steve to get all of the pranks played on him! Okay, so maybe I did, but this was priceless . . .!

Steve emerged several minutes later to our audience of laughter. I was laughing so hard that I could barely breathe. Steve was red in the face with a soaking sweatshirt on and his hair had fallen out of its intricate swirls of grease. He looked around at all of us before slamming the door to our room shut.

"That worked out better than I'd planned," Two-Bit said as he wiped tears from his eyes.

"You guys did this? Steve is going to murder you!" said Darry. He looked up at the clock that hung in the cabin and said, "Oh God, it's time for lunch!"

Wow, I didn't know it was that late already. Time flies when you're pranking your worst enemy! Darry went into the "kitchen" and began making lunch. I got up from the table to pick up the bucket and set it in the corner. I'd like to see Steve try to get back at us.

Steve: I don't like where this story is going
Pony: I do! -laughs-
Two-Bit:
That was my chocolate milk that he spilled!
Soda: No it wasn't, it was mine!
Reham: Those pranks were classic, weren't they?
Steve: I still don't like them
Darry: And I'm not cleaning up the mess you guys made
Johnny: I'm using the downstairs toilet from now on
Dally: And I'm going to watch out for flying buckets from now on
Reham: Just wait until all the action happens in the next chapter -cackles maniacally-
The gang back away slowly, creeped out
Johnny:
Um . . . can someone review?
Reham: I'd like to thank my WONDERFUL reviewers! WOOT!

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