Reham: Warning: Earmuffs needed
Steve: Yeah, I finally get to mash the little bastard's head in for all those MoFo pranks he did
Pony: And I get to finally beat up Steve
Two-Bit: And I - -Reham puts hand over his mouth-
Reham:
Oo-kay then. That's enough guys.
Soda: This is a very dramatic section
Dally: -a couch magically appears and he sits on it, taking out a bowl of popcorn from behind him like you see in cartoons- I'd better stock up for the show
Two-Bit: I call the beer!
Johnny: You can't get drunk yet! You're a big part of this story!
Darry: No he's not!
Reham: Shut up, Darry! Anything to get him to shut up!
-Two-Bit comes in with a chainsaw- (has anyone noticed a chainsaw is a BIG part of this story?)
Steve:
What's the chainsaw for?
Two-Bit: For shredding the table after you guys leave blood on it so that when the cops come, there'll be no evidence that Steve killed Pony and Pony killed Steve at the same time
Pony: We'll see who kills who
Soda: We'll see if someone even gets killed
Reham: I'm going to go take a shower
Steve: I'm going to go take a show too
Soda: Me too
Two-Bit: Me three
Johnny: Me four
Dally: Me five
Darry: Don't tell me you're all going in the same shower!
Dally: Do you want us to? -wiggles eyebrows-
Everyone:
Pervert!
Reham: For once, I'm so glad I don't own you guys . . . Tch . . .

:Rows and Blows:…

:Pony's PoV:

Fifteen minutes later, Darry called us all for lunch. That was when Steve finally emerged from his room with a backpack on his back and in a sweatshirt. He has a jacket in his hands and I wondered where he was going to go. It seems that Soda's also wondering because he asked about it.

"I'm going to take a hike through the woods after lunch . . . alone," he added after seeing Soda open his mouth. "I just want to get some air and be alone for a while."

"Alright, fine with me," said Darry. "As long as you're back before dinner. By the way, we're having lunch outside this time, boys, so grab your coats and meet me out at the table over there."

I already had my heavy winter coat on so I helped Darry carry out the food to there. The snowing had ceased already and the day was getting to be beautiful. I sat down and waited for everyone to come before digging into my food.

Oh yeah, now I remember why everyone was staying away from the ketchup. We'd added a little prank with that too. I didn't like ketchup with my hotdogs so I just ate my hotdog. Two-Bit, Dally, and Johnny remembered what was in the ketchup so they stayed away from it. Soda was too busy helping himself to the orange juice and Darry was piling mashed potatoes onto his plate. And everyone knew Steve loved ketchup on almost anything. So I watched him reach for the ketchup and spread it all over his hotdog. Now everyone but Soda and Darry was watching him take a large bite of his hotdog . . . then spit it back out.

The ones who were in on the joke burst into hysterical laughter. We'd taken the bottle and filled it with red paint that I brought for drawing. It was a good thing we had extra ketchup. Steve was standing now and the look he was giving all of us was murderous.

"That's it!" he screamed, spitting the red paint onto the floor. His mouth looked like it was bleeding. "When is all of this bullshit going to stop?"

"Right now – that was our last prank," I said. I wish I hadn't.

"It was you all along Pony, wasn't it? You were the one behind all of these stupid pranks just so you could make it all worse? First the chocolate milk and now this?"

"Hey, I already said the chocolate milk thing was an accident . . . and I wasn't the only one that was behind this thing," I said.

"Stop bullshitting me! How the hell can a cup fly forward by a slip?"

"Guys come on – these pranks weren't hurting anyone," said Darry.

"Well they were hurting me!" Steve shouted.

"Hey, if you weren't such a stick in the ass then it wouldn't hurt you! But no, you have to go and take everything too seriously!" I was standing up now, looking at Steve directly in the eyes, but cringing slightly under his gaze.

"If you weren't such a damn tagalong boy who always wanted to be the center of attention, you wouldn't have come up with anything in the first place!"

"I only came up with this shit because I hate you!" Great, now he got me cussing.

"I've hated you since the day you started following me and Soda around! I hate you for being such a cry baby! You get everyone to care for you! You don't need it, God dammit! YOU'RE FOURTEEN FUCKIN' YEARS OLD!" yelled Steve. Everyone was staring at the two of us with wide eyes. I didn't give a shit.

"YOU WERE ALWAYS SUCH AN ASSHOLE, STEVE! IT AIN'T MY FAULT SODA ASKS ME TO GO WITH YOU GUYS!"

"WELL IT'S YOUR FAULT THAT YOU'RE AFRAID OF BEING ALONE ALL THE TIME! AND IT'S YOUR FAULT THAT YOU ACCEPT THE DAMN INVITATION!"

"Guys . . ." Soda squeaked out, ". . . you don't mean all of this, right? It's just the hotdogs that are making you go crazy, right?"

"No it's not!" Steve and I screamed in unison. "Soda, I know you really like Steve and I try to put up with him, but I hate him with all my heart and right now, he's being such an ass!" I said to Soda.

"And I know he's your kid brother, but do you always have to take him along everywhere?"

"You stay out of this, Randle," I snarled at him. "If I want to have a conversation with my brother, then God dammit, I'll have a conversation with him."

"Well if the conversation is about me, then I have every damn right to get in this!"

"Guys, calm down!" ordered Darry. We didn't listen to him.

"That's always you, isn't it, Steve? Always wanting to be the boss of everyone. Always wanting to get everyone's attention. Why don't you go jump of a cliff? Rot in hell for all I give a shit!"

"Drop dead," he snarled.

That was it. I had snapped. There was no way I was going to take this shit from Steve Randle. I lunged forwards at him, over the table, and we landed on the ground closest to the house's door. I started slugging him in the face. He grabbed my hands to prevent that, but I bit him and drew blood. He yelped and let go of me, allowing me to get a few extra punches before he rolled over so that he was able to start slugging me.

"Stop it!" Soda yelled, trying to pry Steve off of me. He was unsuccessful, though, because I could still feel Steve's fists hitting me in miscellaneous areas. "Steve," Soda pleaded, "please stop it! Please!"

It took the combined effort of Dally and Darry to pry Steve off of me. I was on the floor, breathing heavily with a bloody lip and nose and Steve was struggling to get out of the vice grip he was put in.

"Let me go!" he was screaming. "I'm gonna get him! I'm gonna get him!"

Soda looked like he was near tears. I didn't want to hurt him like that, but Steve was getting to be too much to take. Steve suddenly stopped his struggles and said, "Let the hell go, I won't go after him."

Dally and Darry let go and I was half expecting him to come and hit me, but he didn't. He walked up to the door and slammed it open. He later emerged with his bag that he was going to go to the woods with (and the paint cleaned from his mouth).

"Don't bother following me. I don't care who does, but whoever it is will come back to this cabin with a broken bone or three. I'll be back before ten," he snarled. Soda was going to stop him, but thought better of it, and Steve disappeared through the trees. Soda went to help me up, and as soon as he did, I ripped myself from his grasp.

"I'm going to get some firewood," I said before stalking off. Darry didn't even try to stop me. I didn't even care. I just wanted to get as far away as possible.

I went into the woods where Steve had disappeared, but I took a different path. I knew that the path was going to lead to the river, and that was where all of the good firewood was located, or so Dally said. I wasn't really aiming on getting any firewood. I just didn't want to be pestered with so many questions at once. I also didn't want to see Soda so depressed because I had just revealed my feelings about his best friend.

There was a rumbling somewhere near and I thought it was my stomach. After all, I didn't get to entirely eat my hotdog because of that recent quarrel. But then I realized that I wasn't hungry at all. The rumbling was coming from the mountains. I wondered if it was a growl, or some sort of rock that was going to tumble down. I looked up at the mountains and saw something I didn't really want to see. Snow was tumbling down at a fast pace and it looked deadly. Avalanche!

I tried running, but I had gone so deep into the woods that I didn't know which way was out and which way was deeper in. I just kept running. The snow was coming faster and faster. I knew I was fast, but I couldn't outrun it. It touched my feet, and then it all came down on me. The last thing I could usher was a long scream before I was completely sunken under.

XxXxXxX

:Steve's PoV:

What kind of bullshit was little kid grease giving me? All of these damn pranks and all of these stupid innocent acts – they were getting on my nerves! I just had to hightail it out of there! It was getting too much. I know that when I get back there, Soda was going to give me a punch, but then we'd forgive each other in the end . . . but what if he didn't? I didn't want to lose his friendship over his damn brother. That was another thing worth blaming Pony over! Damn, he was so annoying!

There was this annoying rumbling up in the mountains and I thought it was a rockslide. The big rocks usually stop halfway down or they break down into smaller rocks. I wanted to see this, so I stared up at the mountains . . . only to find an avalanche! Oh shit, I had to run. I knew there was no way to escape this, but I had to run. But which way? Wait . . . which way did I come through? Shit, now I was lost and I was going to die under an avalanche. This was not a way to lose your life.

While I stood there ranting, I heard someone scream. I didn't recognize the voice because my mind was too boggled, but I knew someone was in trouble, so I ran towards the scream. Big mistake. The snow swept me with it and I went down in darkness.

XxXxXxX

:Dally's PoV:

Finally, the two got their feelings out! At last! I knew it hurt Soda, but he had to know. He couldn't live his entire life with his best friend and little brother hating each other, but him never knowing. I put my hotdog down and looked around into the woods. Pony was going to come back soon because he was only wearing a coat and a long-sleeved shirt. It was going to get freezing out. Steve was smart enough to wear a sweatshirt and bring a coat with him. I swear, sometimes Ponyboy never uses his head.

We were all shocked. Two of our gang members just ran off into the woods. I knew Darry was furious, but he was keeping his emotions to a minimum. Soda was hurtin' on the inside and Two-Bit lost his smile. Johnny was just sitting there with his eyes wide.

And then there was this rumbling. I looked for the source and it turned out to be snow coming down the mountains. Oh, that's nice. Wait . . . snow coming down the mountains . . . an avalanche! Holy shit! And the guys were out there too! Darry saw it too because he said, "Everyone inside! Quick!"

Soda looked scared like shit and made a move to run into the woods, but I kept him back. There was no way in hell he was going in there to get pummeled. Steve was a big boy and he could handle himself . . . I wasn't so sure about Pony, though.

I had to half carry, half drag Soda inside. He was bawling by this time. God, I wish he'd stop. Darry locked the door and told everyone to stay inside.

"Ponyboy!" Soda cried. "Steve! Darry, they're out there! We gotta get them! We gotta get them!"

"We'll get them, Sodapop, don't worry. But we have to wait until the snow comes down to do that, otherwise you'll get taken under. We'll find them, don't worry baby," said Darry comfortingly. There was a thud at out door and Darry went to the window to see what happened. I went too because I had nothing better to do. But I couldn't see anything because there was too much snow.

"There's snow blocking the whole view!" I exclaimed.

Two-Bit ran upstairs to do only God knows what. When he came back, his eyes were wide. "We're caved in! The windows are filled with snow upstairs! We're caved in!"

Oh shit, there go our chances of finding Steve and Pony any time soon. That's exactly what Soda was thinking because he started crying harder. Damn.

Reham: Ooh . . . AVALANCHE!
Steve: I swear, if you kill me, I'm going to kill you!
Reham: How could you kill me if you're already dead?
Steve: That's it. Two-Bit, hand over the chainsaw!
Two-Bit: -strokes the chainsaw, cooing- No way! It's mine!
Steve: -sighs-
Soda:
I'm not going to cry if I can't get to them . . . I'll just die
Darry: Oh no you won't! You're helping me pay the bills!
Pony: I wanna get out of this story. Replace me with Two-Bit. No one's going to care if he dies!
Johnny: I will
Dally: Me too . . . there's no one to hand me a beer every morning.
Two-Bit: -sticks out tongue- I'm more important than you are! I'm more important than you are!
Reham: Shut up! I'd like to take a minute right now for silence, in remembrance to all of those who died bravely in the 9/11 attack. I know my friend's dad died. He was a great firefighter.
-Please wait a minute before reading the following-
Two-Bit:
Whoo, now that that's over, please review!
-Gasp-
Dally:
Two-Bit said Please!
Thanks to all my reviewers!

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