"Oh what's the point of watching if they lose every time? Come on Ponyboy, we're going home" Two-Bit shouted through the crowd as he got up to leave.
"Come on Ponyboy, we're going home"
I warily followed him until we had to split up.
"The sky's getting dark, you gonna be okay headin' home alone?" Two-Bit asked.
"Yeah, I'll be fine"
"Alright, but if you get jumped, don't go blaming me!" Two-Bit scoffed.
"I know, I know"
We went our separate ways and at last both reached home. Two-Bit called immediately to make sure I got home okay, and I answered the phone replying, "Yes, I'm okay."
"I know, just checkin'" he answered and hung up the phone.
"Darry, you home? Soda?" I hollered through the hall.
I found Soda lying in bed, and Darry sleeping on the couch. Thank God, Darry's sleeping. He'd be yelling at me by now, it's way past my curfew.
I got ready for bed too, and settled in next to Sodapop.
I never realized how much Darry does for me, I mean he's always at work just to keep a roof over me and Soda's heads. We don't even appreciate it as much as we should, and Darry won't always be there for me, either. I can't imagine what our lives would be like if Darry didn't work so hard for us.