Reham: Woot! I have no idea how many more chapters until this story ends (I'm too lazy to count), but I'm sooooooooooooooooo happy that I've updated
Soda: I hate you
Reham: Well it isn't my fault your brother and best friend hate each other!
Dally: Yes it is!
Darry: Pft, no it isn't! It's S.E. Hinton's fault!
Soda: Then I hate S.E. Hinton!
Johnny: You can't hate her . . . she made you!
Soda: What's it to ya?
Steve: If I have to go and save that motherfucker, I'm wasting your ass, Reham!
Pony: If I'm saved by greaseball over here, I'm never going to live it up
Reham:Aw, I can feel the love already!
Two-Bit: Free hugs from Uncle Two-Bit! -hugs Dally-
Dally: -shudders- What the hell was that for?
Two-Bit: I love you!
Dally: Reham . . . help?
Reham: Never mess with a dude that's gay
Steve: If Reham owned us, she'd make us gay
Pony: That was the disclaimer if ya'll couldn't tell 'cause Stevie here is such a great disclaimer! -rolls his eyes-
Steve: Oh, like you could do it better
Pony: Watch me
Darry: We only need one disclaimer, thank you.
Johnny: Review!
…:Surroundings:…
:Steve's PoV:
I didn't know what the hell the time was. I didn't know where the hell I was. And to add to that, I had this intense pain in my chest that hurt so much that I had to let out a yelp. The second I opened my mouth, snow filled it. I tried opening my eyes, but something was pressing so hard against them that I couldn't. And then I remembered the avalanche. I wondered how far I was under the snow. If I wasn't too far under, I would be able to dig my way out. I could only move my fingers for the time being, and I had all the time in the world with me, so I started digging with my fingers. After a while, I was able to turn my wrist. Then I was finally able to move my arms. I felt myself break through the surface and knew I wasn't too far under. I would have pushed myself up if my chest wasn't hurting so much, so I had to use my hands to take all of the snow off of me. When I was finally free, I took a gasp of air. I hadn't realized that I'd barely been breathing.
I stood up and realized that the pain from my chest was gone. It was probably only from the pressure of the snow. Dammit, where the hell was I? I could only see snow and some trees. I knew that the snow had carried me so far away because I couldn't even see the smoke coming from the chimney. I hoped the gang was alright. That reminded me of the scream – who had screamed?
I couldn't see any sign of life anywhere so I knew that the person who had screamed had been taken under the snow like I had. I began walking to God only knows where. It was better than staying in one damn place! I knew I could survive for a few days alone because I had packed some food in my bag: two water bottles, three chicken sandwiches, and a large bag of pretzels. I just happened to have the water bottles and the bag of pretzels in there – I think I left them in there instead of putting them in my closet.
Suddenly I realized that it was dark. How long had I been out? What if it had been days since the fight I had with Pony? I wondered if the gang was worried about me. I knew that damn little brat wasn't worried about me, but I wouldn't give a shit if he was dangling from a cliff and I was his last hope. I suddenly realized that I was walking towards nowhere.
I think I had been walking for an hour or so. I hadn't seen anything at all except trees and snow. Lots of snow. I wanted to save my food so I decided to only eat it if I was going to starve to death. It was at that moment that I tripped over something and landed in the soft snow. I looked around at what had tripped me and realized that it was the heel of a boot. It was the person that had screamed! The boot was black and Two-Bit, Dally, Pony, and I were the only ones that had brought their black boots. I started digging deeper into the snow to reveal a pair of jeans. Heck, everyone wore jeans. But the feet that belonged to the jeans were small. It was Pony.
Only a little bit of my mind was saying to leave him there to freeze to death. As much as I hated little kid grease, I couldn't let him die here. I mean, I'd probably let him die in a car crash, or at the blade of a Soc, but dying under an avalanche seemed so stupid. I quickened my pace as I shoveled bigger masses of snow off of him. After several minutes, I finally got him uncovered. He was unconscious and as cold as a Popsicle. He did resemble a Popsicle in some bizarre ways. I didn't care whether I had just argued with him or not. I would just make sure he was alive and then stop caring about him.
"Hey . . . hey kid," I said in his ear, shaking him roughly. He didn't move. "Wake up, Ponyboy!" I said louder. He finally stirred and opened his eyes.
"Steve?" he said quietly. His eyes were only half open, but when he saw me, they opened fully. "What do you want?" he snapped.
"Hey, you should be saying thanks, kid!" I said. "I just saved your damn life!"
I smirked at the way he lowered his head. He said a quiet 'thanks' and then looked around. "Where are we?"
"How the hell am I supposed to know? An avalanche took us all the way over here and I've been searching for an hour or so," I snapped in his same manner.
"This is great. This is just great!" he said. "It's all your fault!"
Oh no, he was not going to pull this on me. "How the hell is it supposed to be my fault! I walked into the woods alone! It was your fault that you went, too!"
"You started the whole argument back there!"
"You started the pranks!"
"You started being an asshole again!"
"You accidentally spilled chocolate milk onto me!"
"Look!" he said. "This is getting us nowhere! We're lost, it's freezing, and the gang is probably worried about us right now!"
That was true. But who said it was cold? Maybe it was because he hadn't used his head and only wore a jeans jacket and a long-sleeved shirt? Whatever it was, I wasn't giving a shit.
"Let's find a way out of this," he said. He got up and started walking around. When I didn't move, he said, "Are you coming or not?"
"Why should I listen to you?" I snarled. I was not going to take orders from a little kid.
"Because I have an idea!" he snapped back.
"And what would that be?" How was I supposed to believe him?
"The river, dumbass! The river flows away from our cabin so if we just follow the river in the opposite direction it's flowing, we'll be at our cabin!"
I silenced. I had never thought of that. The kid had chops. He had brains. He stalked away without talking to me again. I decided I should follow him since he knew what he was doing and I didn't. But if he was going to get me to apologize, there was no way I was going to do it.
We walked for hours without talking. I was starting to think that Pony was tricking me into doing something stupid. The darkness was slowly fading away as the sun rose. My legs felt like they were going to give way any second. It was a good thing that Pony's did first. He just suddenly collapsed into the snow. I couldn't care less.
"Are you duping me or somethin'?" I asked as I took a seat as well, happy to finally get a rest.
"The river . . . it's supposed to be here," he said breathlessly.
"Yeah, well it ain't. There's only trees and snow and now we're going to die out here," I said in an undertone.
"Shut up for a second, I'm trying to listen," he said.
I was about to open my mouth to give him a nasty comment in return, but I could hear it as well. It was a soft rushing noise that only a source of water could make. "The river!" we exclaimed at the same time. We ran in the direction the sound came from, suddenly forgetting our fatigue. I saw the water rushing up ahead. When we reached its bank, I noticed that the water had gotten murky. Wasn't it supposed to be so clear that you could drink from it?
"We must be far away," said Pony. "That's why the water is so murky. We must be extremely far away for this to have happened."
"At least we know where to start walking," I said. I looked at him and said, "You ain't so bad when you use your brains." I shut my mouth instantly. Had I just given him a compliment? Pony's eyes got slightly wider, but he didn't say anything. We sat by the river for a while, just resting. I laid on my stomach because I wasn't in the mood to discard my backpack just yet. That was when we heard a low growl from behind us. Both Pony and I turned and the instant we did that, we wished we hadn't. Out came a . . .
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:Johnny's PoV:
I was sitting on a loveseat by myself, watching everyone. We were all silent for a while, just thinking about Pony and Steve. Darry suddenly spoke up. "I was wrong to go on this trip."
"You weren't wrong to go on this trip. I was wrong for agreeing to prank Steve," said Two-Bit.
"If anyone should be wrong, it should be all of us, except Soda," said Dally.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because none of us told Soda how Steve and Pony really felt about each other."
There was silence there. That was true. We all knew. Everyone knew except Soda, but we didn't want to tell him because we knew he'd be crushed. But now that the fox was out of the box, we were all feeling guilty.
"You knew?" Soda asked with wide eyes. "You guys knew, but you never told me?"
"We didn't want to hurt your feelings, Sodapop," said Two-Bit quietly. He'd lost his grin a long time ago, as did Soda. Soda had only recently stopped crying. We hadn't seen or heard from Pony or Steve since the fight yesterday. Now it was 7 in the morning.
"So much for the wonderful vacation," Darry said with a sigh. I agreed on the inside. This was supposed to be a good vacation without any troubles, but we were trapped in our cabin with two of our gang members out in the snow.
"We can only wait until the snow melts or until someone finds us."
"Gosh, I hope they're okay," I said quietly. And I knew that in everyone's mind, they were agreeing and praying . . . even Dally.
Please read the poll down there!
Reham: -gasp- Justin Timberlake's gettin' Punk'd!
Two-Bit: Oooh! Oooh! I love that show! -pause- What's Punk'd?
Reham: Shut up, I hate Justing but I LOVE Ashton Kutcher!
Steve: Can we get back to the story?
Reham: Did I not tell you guys to shut up?
Darry: Okay, we're going to do a poll here.
Dally: Yeah, and whoever wins it gets the next chapter dedicated to them
Soda: Hey Reham, do you agree with that?
Reham: -stares magically at the TV while Ashton Kutcher is being called an asshole by Justin-
Johnny: Let's leave her outta this
Pony: Anyway, the poll isn't really a poll. More like a question. So what came out of the bushes behind Steve and Pony?
Darry: Get it right and get a dedication.
Steve: But think hard. What's in the mountains?
Johnny: And don't forget to review!
Reham: HAHAHA! That was soooo funny! Now do Frankie Muniz next!
Soda: Frankie already came on, dumbass
Reham: Are you questioning my authority?
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